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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...