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Wednesday, 9 December 2015

Hymns sang when the lights go out

Darkness has a name in GhanaAnd it is called Dum-sor.In Ghana, Having lights is a bliss And a rare moment of happiness. Light is like lifeYou only enjoy it once And when you have it, It's short and inconsequential! We have embraced living without lightsSo much that We have all forgotten that There was once a day When we all were enemies with generators And...

Thursday, 12 November 2015

#TheTruthAboutGhEducation

Kwasi and Kobby were not friends when they were in schools,neither did they consider themselves as enemies. For one and many other things, Kwasi was exactly what Ghana's educational standards desired -- a conformist, a timid person who would agree with everything and sheepishly believed whatever his teachers told him were as (or more) right than the Bible.  He believed that he can never write sonnets as best (or more) as Shakespeare or can...

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

#iAMblank (written by J.Y. Frimpong & Ahmed Kofi Kyei Dawoode

I am a white piano Sitting on roses Ready to produce the music That melts the ice in your cup But I sit and stare Because I am blank And can't produce the music That makes your heart shine. I am bleeding out of words Just to produce a single note that makes your heart blossom So I close my eyes Peel my skin Count...

Wednesday, 28 October 2015

#RedHeels

She is all the beauties of the worldWhen she walks in those red heels.With her lips painted redAnd her face painted with clayOne would expect that her heart is as pureOr beautiful, even in pretense! But no,The symmetry of her smile And the pains in her heart Relate inversely Behindthose closed doors Those tight fitting shoes The story is totally different. Long ago, We were taught that Beautiful girls were like PocahontasWhose looks would fight...

Wednesday, 14 October 2015

#onTHEgram

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Monday, 21 September 2015

Angels Forever

We were dancing on the cloudsWhen she threw down rains in revenge.We were singing in delight When she shot me down And left me breathless. I was human and she was an angel I remember my eyes were half closed And I knew I was dead.  As I lay down looking at the skiesI saw her ;Dancing on the cloudsSinging in delight. But he came like a whirlwind And...

Saturday, 5 September 2015

Pretense

Our smiles were like roses Grown on thorns.We knew we would one dayPierce the hearts of each otherAnd the memories we both share Would be like a waterfall of tearsWashed down on a sandy beach.With nothing left to be reminded of. But we chose to find solace in pretenseAnd each day, We played alongDancing and crying To the sound of our heartbeat. Time became our enemy And with distance we all became HafizesAnd allowed tears to became the testament...

Wednesday, 19 August 2015

REVIEW: Why we need more 'Abanga' in Ghana

The first time I watched Season 01 Episode 01 of “ABANGA – THE NEW GUY” dubbed “German burgar wahala” I was very impressed about it. I actually saved the video to watch it later in order to write a review on it. This movie /short film basically mirrors the kind of society we live in – Ghana is soaked in filth (if I am not exaggerating) and no one seems to care. We often preach...

Friday, 14 August 2015

Volcano (Earth Quake)

  The night always sing a dirge While the wind plays the harpsichordist Stroking lower baritones To its own delight. There is more; The silent nights dance like heathen in the forest But in all these bizarre nights I stand and look.   There are nights When I just want to pretend to be mad Yet this idea seems too...

Monday, 10 August 2015

Volcano

    The ground splits. The air turns caustic; With every air breathed Dressed like a poisonous love.   All I hear are screaming And all I see is people dying Flashing lights With the skies falling on me.   There I remembered The book of Revelations And how the old saint said God was going to take his...

Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Wine

  Love is like a glass of wine From the day your lips touch her lid She strums your heart in delight And you can't help but dance to her tune.   For in the dead of the night Your senses die Like you were born into a closed coffin And when heartbreak comes to open the coffin, To show you the realities of life, Your...