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Monday, 31 March 2014

Prioritizing Allegaince to Ghana

There was a time, when the Ghanaian flag held a place above all others in Ghana, with patriotism and national pride, the Red, Yellow (gold) and Green, with Black Star symbolized, the very essence of the Ghanaian.  

Democracy was to enhance unity, freedom of speech and an all inclusive development goal of the single country called Ghana, however the patriotism that Ghanaians once had for a single unified country is now being replaced by political affiliation, more and more people pledge their allegiance not to the country but to the political party they belong to. At a funeral ceremony I saw this miss guided notion of affiliation for myself, when the diseased was draped with nothing but the flag of his political party. 

This state of affair has encouraged a culture of "us against them" in the country, where the winner takes all, and the looser is put out in the sun, to dry out like a dead fish. The winning party sets about to replace all that are not known to be members of his/ her party with that of his own, regardless of their competence and their motives, the situation only adding to a culture where instead of people performing to the best of their abilities to be rewarded by that recognition, to a system where people rather more motivated to steal and hoard corrupt funds, since even if they go out of their way to achieve something worth recognizing, because of their political affiliation or lack of it, they will never get recognized for their efforts. 

Until the balance is reset where the ultimate incentive is to the betterment of the country and all affiliations are first and foremost to the country, then to the political parties, Ghana is never going to find its self on  the right path for the development it deserves.  What all political parties fight for is to serve the country, not their cronies, the reward in all phases of this paradigm is the recognition of one's achievement and not respect based on how much money they own which is mostly attained through corrupt means. Value should be defined on the basis of substance, strive and self sacrifice.  

The opposition should still see themselves with an important role to play, nominating shadow cabinet and ministers to keep the ruling party on its toe and thus bring about transparency and accountability in all areas of governance, us citizens Ghanaians should be given the opportunity to evaluate all political parties not only in election but in their proposed measures and willingness to serve the country whether they are in power or not, by their continuous contribution to the country's development all times.

This is the Ghana flag and like all the other countries that still hold allegiance to the British Monarch, such as Australia, New Zealand, Fiji and most West Indies Islands and imprint of the British flag is incorporated into their  various national flags.




The writer here, advocates the need for all political parties in Ghana as a legal requirement to have an imprint of the Ghana flag in their political flags, to help refocus where the priority of their interest should lie, in-terms of their ambitions and goals. An example is given above, on how all the various flags should look like, this should be the case before the next election in Ghana and it should reflect the expectation of the voters in the country. One should not be of a given political affiliation to vote for a particular party, but on the basis that the party in question is offering the better prospect in serving the interest of the country. 

God bless our homeland Ghana, and make our nation great and strong, bold to defend for ever....there is no mention in the national anthem of any political party, lets just remember that and do some soul searching to re-calibrate our mindset and thinking of our interest and what our individual vote should count for.  







Sunday, 16 March 2014

Diamond in the dirt


I am like the diamond in the dirt
My shine is yet not so bright to see 

But that is just because of the day it is 
I am a Monday born 

So at my best catch me 
On a Monday, seasons 

That is the first day after rest days 
So I am filled with vim, am about to shine 

Bright light, dark shades 
Recommended for this diamond in the rough 

Bright like a star, catch me if you can 
On my best days

As it is, am full to the brim 
Over flowing like a broken dam 

So Tuesdays gets flooded 
I am good with my words 

And Wednesday is not left out either 
Not when we have our mind on the game 

And the game is to be made our dreams to be 
Like made men, with rights of way, passage 

Thursdays, just follows through as standard 
No weakness there, more of the same 

As we proceed, gallantry 
And you know what Friday brings 

Like chapters, stories and novels 
With suspense and thrillers 

Friday should be renamed Vegas  
A desert with oasis, paradise on parade 

Loosened chains, that means 
We about to let the beast out 

See no evil, hear no evil 
The devil is in the details 

And around here, it comes in liquid form 
I promise I would be intoxicated even on water 

By the end of the night 
That means get out of jail free card 

Still wise enough to wake up 
Saturday with a clear conscience  

If not, Sunday awaits my confessions 
Bless me Father, for I have sinned 

I am a diamond in the ground 
With dirt on my shoulder  

That makes me 
A diamond in the dirt 




Monday, 10 March 2014

My Area Girl


My area girl, my area girl 
My girl in mind 

If I were to write a birthday poem 
A birthday poem with a queen in mind 

It would be of a sort, something like this 
It would sound just like this, with a queen in mind ...

Butterflies are pure, she is my area girl, my area girl  
Nothing too fancy but fancy self 

Her looks so gorgeous and full of grace 
Easily could have been a beauty queen 

But stayed away from the lime light 
Elegantly shy, shy, coy and reserved 

Honeysuckle, she is just so sophisticated, effortlessly so 
Class is nothing but t' definition of her essence 

She is my area girl, my beauty queen 
Just the same, with a natural beauty 

Fragrant royal roses, she was born a beauty queen 
Nothing like barbie, all plastic filled 

Artificial in character, is not in her nature 
Not of her make, not so defined 

To rub off easily, pencil marks 
Crumbling as usual when the going gets tough 

Bailing out, no nah, not my Agyeiwaa  
My lady bird, my back bone hold 

Bird of paradise, she is my area girl, my beauty queen 
Travelling far or near my area girl 

Still, where ever we will go 
She will always be my area girl 

Like a good network, reception essential 
My area girl, my area girl

Relevance, she is just so well connected 
With nothing in tow but love to show

My area girl, as my area girl  
My area girl, my area girl, my beauty queen 

Written for Rita Denteh Agyeiwaa on her birthday
Always stay as blessed and more 
I am fortunate to know you..

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Ghana's Independence; a satire


The fool finds pleasure 
In celebrating illusion and refuse to wake 

Like thinking the world 
Is no longer connected by wires 

Many of which runs on the floor 
Of the deep blue sea, lets accept miracles 

But of cause we would, magic to embrace 
We would want it that way, detached from reality 

Reality is a pill hard to swallow 
And for the kid that hates medicine 

Crushing the pills into his drink  
Works the magic, the fool with illusion 

A zombie nation, continent, where all that matters 
Are foreign owned, yet we declare independence

I would cry but I am not with enough tears 
To bail, this bankrupt nation of it's woes  

To say freedom is ours to choose 
Only a fool would be blind to the chains 

Worse is we beg for these chains 
On all four, we beg and beg 

And beg some more, for weights so heavy 
It cripples us, that is where we find comfort 

An excuse to shout victimization 
Seeking attention from the very people we accuse 

A nation is like a house, I say, an analogy 
With it's living room forming the capital 

Accra would hold that honor  
Shameful, smelly, polluted Accra, our living room

Our living room, where we host our guest 
And say, welcome to my beautiful country 

Just don't look past the air-conditioned tinted glasses
To the foreign owned hotel we will take you to rest  

To be hosted in our foreign funded and built 
Presidential palace, and our western suit in hot weather 

The middle class youth with ignorance and two phones, self-worth 
Attached to ipads like their lives depends on it, enslaved 

Yet failing to make good use of it, opportunity 
To educate their mindset about their environment 

Forgive me, I forgot to mention 
We are celebrating our independence 

With the loan money you just gave us 
Come, come you are invited as our guest, special privilege    

Come and drink and merry make 
Help us celebrate our independence from you 

Tomorrow we will be with our beggars bowl 
At your door step, bright and early for more handouts 

For we are an independent nation 
Magic and illusion, miracles we adore

Freedom and justice is a bore 
Mind over matter, it matters not, it is all bore 



Saturday, 22 February 2014

Signs on the wall


What is the sign, that says it all
Seeing in clear view, pictures perfect 

Alright now, we  finally here now 
We finally made it, summit holds form 

Reached our point of salvation 
What is the sign that holds our glory 

Goodness, gracious me 
We have finally made it 

We have been redeemed, blessed  
We grew wings mid fall, flight to fly, kingfisher 

To prove doubters wrong 
To wear a crown that fits

Made as ours not borrowed 
Holds ours as bespoke tailored and named 

What is the sign on the wall 
What does it say, that says it all 

Does it come out in the morning 
As the sun rise to highlight, spotlight 

In the afternoon, with a sudden door knock 
In the evening just before close of day 

Just before the light goes off 
What is the sign of accomplishment 

Is it birth as new, morning dew 
A paradigm of new life beginning 

Is it a material gain, solid as gold 
Or a feeling, recognition of affirmation 

What is the sign on the wall 
How do we know to appreciate its manifestation 

Blessed is a feeling 
Not of perfection but of appreciation 

What is the sign on the wall 
How do we recognize such symbols of joy 

This poem is written for and dedicated to 
Joel Klenam Avevor, welcome to the family 


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