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To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before

You see me and ask yourself
“Is that that the boy who once Loved me?”
Yes it is I who loved you, loved you when I knew it was
The best thing to do.Loved you for saying nothing to me
During those long silent free night call conversations
Eventually falling asleep and waking up with you next to me
on the other side of the telephone
wanting to die and reincarnate in a different culture just to see
Whether loving you will be the same
Hating how jealous you are, but loving how you want me all to yourself
Wrote those little love notes that i put only where
You and only you could find but at the end saw they were just
mere words to you whilst to me they were the words, No, blood
That poured from my soul to my heart through to my mind and unto
Those tiny papers which to you were no lesser rubbish as my love for you
You listened to your friends, who secretly wanted what you had
and told you it was the wrong way for a lady to be loved by her man.
So you changed, Treating me like garbage,like a street dog who deserved nothing but the
hauling of stones and had to take cover anytime some one approached
Not knowing who was real or who wasn’t.

Funny how it feels to know it is I who loved you
For now I have grown from a boy to a Man
and see you as you want me to see you,
Nothing.
Your pricelessness has been rendered useless like the old cedi notes we used
To spend on the little sweets that you adored when we shared our innocent love
Your appitite for bigger things took over your appreciation of the little things that
makes life worth it
Leaving you with an emptiness that is greater than what I felt
when you left me in the cold harmattan wind with just my skin to wear.
Crying myself to sleep for a least a week and waking up feeling wasted
So I learned to laugh at myself, love myself more than ever
and realized that I was being the proverbial fool
Thirsty in tha abundance of wells
And so I was told ‘To meet the right lady you need to meet the wrong ones first”
I don’t want to believe you are a wrong one but your action forces me to.

 
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Posted by on September 13, 2012 in Poems

 

I MISS YOU

I miss my friend

I miss my honey!

I miss the song that gratifies me

I miss the lips from which this song emanates

The one who knows just how sweet and crazy I am

But accepts me exactly for that.

Yes! I miss the only person who allows me to be me

And tells me as it is

I miss the true human who makes me live

I miss you my dear, I miss my darling

I miss my honey, I miss my angel.

 

It is a two way thing dear

I miss me, I miss you my friend

The one who sticks around till the end

I miss you who sees the best of me even in my worst frame of mind

The one who doesn’t judge me based on my highest point

But always believes I could be better than my best

What’s there inside you shines through to me

With your words dear friend, you heal me soul

And believe me, that it is not up to a hundredth of the things you do

This is why I miss you my darling

 

I miss you ~ YES you out there

But inside that special place of my heart

I miss my friend, I miss my dear

I miss your smile and I want to hear your laughter

I miss your whispers and I long to hear your silence

I miss your touch and I long for your embrace

I miss my mate, I miss my darling

I can only wait for that day

When all will bow in my way

As I proclaim just how much

I miss you my one and only.

 

Dedicated to my Friends, Sweethearts, Rivals, Enemies,No. 1 Fans, Inspirers ~~~Joselyne Mensah~~~Miz Akwele~~~Sandy Nartey~~Yvonne Amenuvor~~Mariam Ellimas~~Esenam Allen~~Zoe Baraka~~Vi Vienne~~Elsie Nice and all the other Beautiful Ladies who love me for me

 
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Posted by on September 11, 2012 in Poems

 

The Hausa koko seller will not turn up today

Yesterday it was my very good friend Dela who was in consolable because the Hausa koko seller did not come to work. Today I’m beyond being inconsolable for Hajjia has failed to turn up and has not given us express notification that today was a no Hausa Koko and Kose day.  Now let me delve into the history of Hausa koko in Ghana a little bit. Back in the 90s there were two brands of koko that were sold. The plain white koko made from just corn dough and the pepper koko which was the plain corn dough koko spiced with some pepper. Then millet was mixed with corn and hausa koko was born and gradually it replaced the our good old koko aka Akatsa. The good thing about Hausa koko is that it is found in every cranny of Accra and beholds a beautiful sight of people of different ages, race and social status queuing early in the morning to get some to refuel their tanks before the start of work. So what happens when your Hausa koko seller does not turn up?

The year is coming to an end and as it is a political year, various political parties will be lining up to convince us as individuals to vote for them. Most of us will vote based on our political affiliations and there are two sure banker regions in which two of the numerous political parties will win mass votes. But the question I want to ask myself is what we really want as a people.  Coming from a family of one of the great politicians in Ghana, I have taught myself to look at issues rather than have a political affiliation. I have been at political rallies where the heart of God was promised on a silver platter yet nothing was done when these persons were given the nod. I have seen a Politician give a picture frame of a white Jesus to a church making members vote for him massively but at the end of the day he did not even turn up to say thank you. I have also seen and heard stories of how monies, rice, bread, gari, beans, oil and T-shirts are distributed just to have people vote for an MP or a Presidential candidate whose lips dripped saccharine on political platforms but after winning power disappear into their Utopian Honorable premises and look down on we the very same people that gave them power. Deep in the depth of my heart, I can bet that politicians will even cry at the doorsteps of ‘ordinary folks’ who after they win power will not even want to smell begging for votes. They will promise to make our muddy water as clear as crystal and convert all of us into goldfishes.

The major question on my mind now is whether we as a people ever learn? Every four years we go through this idiosyncrasies hoping things would change but they really don’t and yet we care not. The best we do is cry about them and say we will vote them out. To me all politicians are the same and are surprised when the populace believe and cling to the things they say since they do not believe in the things they say.  We are the ones that give them the power, so we should dictate what we need as a people consolidated our strength and let these politicians know that without us they are nothing.

In real terms every four years we the populace become the Hausa Koko and kose seller and these politicians are the clientele who come to refuel their tanks of power. We have always been there to hand over power to them hoping the will keep their side of the bargain and yet they don’t. It is as though the automatically become blind to our problems, then again you can say they have grown large pot bellies that blocks their view when they try to look down at the very problems they promised solving when we give them the mandate.

How can you go and order koko and Kose and not pay the koko seller?  Always getting away with it will place a smile on your face but the day the koko seller decides she won’t work will be the day you know what hunger is.  And so I believe the only way to get these greedy politicians to listen to us is to ignore them when they come knocking to beg for votes. Just tell them ‘The koko seller will not turn up today’.

 
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Posted by on September 11, 2012 in ARTICLES

 

Laugh, The Beloved Country

Hhahahahahaahahaahahahahhahahahahahahaha. It’s been a long time I had such a good laugh. It’s not that I do not want to laugh but its just that for a while now nothing really amused me to the extent that I was thinking that someone was playing an April fool prank on me though April is long gone. Eish Ghana my beloved country! If my memory is right Alan Paton wrote Cry, the Beloved Country which has been a best seller and translated into 20 different languages, I only  hope this article which I have decided to title ‘Laugh, the Beloved Country’ will chalk a little success in terms of readership. This week two issues being discussed nationwide has stirred up a huge wave of laughter in me and for the first time in weeks I’m proud to say these stories have no Chinese influences as we as a people have developed a huge appetite for Chinese flavored stories and stuff.

In Ghana we have been crying that we do not have international standard comedians but to me the country on a whole is one huge comic relief and I can’t agree more with my fellow writer Alba that Ghana is a place of beautiful nonsense. Three days ago we woke up to the news of Olele’s wife confessing that she is a witch, the one who destroyed his carrier as a goal keeper and made him impotent. When I heard this news, three things came to mind.

  1. How come this confession was only made at T.B Joshua’s church and not any of the powerful churches we have here in Ghana?
  2. It is alleged that she said she made him impotent, is this before or after they make love to each other or was it after they had kids. If she indeed made him impotent as the story alleges, of what importance is that to us as Ghanaians?
  3. Has the ages (football age and real age) of Olele been considered as one of the reasons why he is not as agile as he is and thus him not being fit for the job?

Some of us as Ghanaians have a problem with the fact that this confession was made outside Ghana, after all Ghana was recently adjudged the most religious nation in the world in a survey conducted by the Gallup International Association. But come to think of it why not Nigeria? After all it is four times bigger than Ghana and so when a Nigerian Pastor says Miracle (in Naija Accent), it must be four times impactful as a Ghanaian Pastor saying the word Miracle and so I guess my first question has been answered.

If being a ‘one minute man’ can cause men to commit suicide then I guess the issue of a man being impotent made public could cause genocide. But then again of what national interest does a former national team goalkeeper who has kids, is married and living with his wife bring to us? Well your wild guess is as good as mine. Now let us do a little bit of mathematics here. Hypothetically let’s  say Olele is 40 years in terms of real age and his football age is 34 years, it means ideally his average age is 37 years. The question is how many goalkeepers are in their prime when they attain this age?

Enough of Olele and his family. Wyclef Jean has a song that has ‘they say two wrongs don’t make a right’ as part of the chorus but I guess in Ghana two wrongs indeed make a right.  Now it is Dr. Drah and the abortion stories that have hit the airwaves courtesy of Anas. Somehow I get the feeling that more emphasis is being laid on his sexual escapades with this women then the illegality of the abortions he is said to have caused. I know for sure that it is illegal to have an abortion in Ghana and Dr. Drah is not the only one causing abortions in the country but I believe that the self imposed fringe benefits he enjoys is what sets him apart and in real life terms, this is a cause and effect thing I just hope that little boys would not want to become Doctors because of this . However his arrest leaves room for a few questions to be answered and I hope these won’t be shoved under the carpet.

  1. It takes two people to commit the illegality of an abortion, the one seeking to abort the fetus and the Dr or person carrying out the abortion and so now that he has been arrested what happens to the girls, ladies and women who went to solicit his services and have a feel of his potent rod as a special package.
  2. Is the documentary on the undercover operations of my undercover brother Anas going to be aired on National Tv as it has been the case of almost all the investigations he has done?

For answers to these questions I have a feeling a Chinese opinion will hold more value and authenticity than mine and so let me refrain from answering them as I had tried to do on Olele’s issue. Rather I will laugh my heart out as though I’m drunk after a goat bought and shoved hard liquor down my throat. Hate it or love it this is Ghana my beloved country and I will Laugh, the Beloved Country.

 
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Posted by on September 5, 2012 in ARTICLES

 

One Ghana Cedi Thoughts

My experience at my constituency today has left me cracking up with laughter that I feel that even a hundred hyenas cannot much me. For a while now I have been touring the Federal Republic of Tamale Where I discovered for types of road users, namely, Motorist, Cyclist, Pedestrians and Sheep. I had gotten myself so engrossed with activities that I didn’t realize I have soulfully missed my constituency so much until the warm reception accorded me when I got there this morning hit me like a slap on the face by an old soldier who fought in Burma during the second world war. The smiling calabash of Hausa koko and the giggling tea-bread revealing its golden brown teeth of kose coupled with the gadidigadimness of Hajjia’s hips in an Aluguntugui formation that could have surely sent the first batch of Europeans who colonized us to the grave with profound gladness and an amnesia as to why they came to Africa, made me realize that indeed there is no place like my Nima Roundabout Hausa Koko and Kose Constituency and so as I sit behind this  cathode ray tube monitor of my 12 gigabyte computer I can’t help but allow my one Ghana thoughts think about what inspires us as a people. Naturally we have a great cultural heritage that is inspiring. We as a people have come a long way and through our ups and downs we have made certain decisions that have shaped certain perceptions we had. Aside the physical realm we also have the fictional realm as a main source of inspiration and this is where we are deficient. I just can’t seem to wrap my brains around the notion being purported by the likes of Socrates Safo that television is a cause of low sales in the ‘film industry’ of Ghana. I have tried to monitor  the various programs that run on our television stations especially on weekend and thrust me 80 percent of these programs are like playing and empty DVD.

      With the introduction of cinema to Africa and Ghana for that matter we have seen our film industry go through a series of changes just as Hollywood and Bollywood have gone through, so I randomly asked myself which Ghanaian film Characters would I wish to come to life and my brain just malfunctioned like an old corn mill engine and so I set out to find out from people in general what film characters they would want to come to life. Out of the many examples given I decided to dwell on two of these characters and somehow compare them to Characters in Ghanaian films since in a way these characters have certain traits that cut across. Now in most of our Ghanaian movies rich young men or rich men are portrayed as disrespectful, full of themselves, self-centered and are only humbled when the fall in love with a poor Girl unlike  Tony Stark (IronMan) though he share some of these idiosyncratic traits with  them but then again, he takes his a notch high. Spider-Man and Superman would be amazing to have in real life, but do they come with a multibillion-dollar corporation like Stark Industries? In addition to getting a guy capable of zipping around the world at a moment’s notice, annihilating enemies with the palms of his hands and exhibiting incredible strength, should Iron Man become the real deal, in comes a technology company with seemingly endless resources that is responsible for developing weapon and defense products of superhuman quality. Wow! This is the real deal mehn.

Then comes the issue of magic in films. Growing up I know a lot of us had fantasies of having these mystical powers and at time got caught up in these fantasies that zap and zip imaginary things. Wow those were the days we in our small worlds we thought we were Lords and even in our adults life we still have such fantasies once in a while. In Ghanaian movies, the issues on the usage of magic is most often than not treated as evil and the only way to overcome this was for a spiritually strong man of God(Christian) to come pray and speak in tongues in a frenzy to cast out ‘demons’ but won’t it so super cool to have Harry Potter  in real life with all the goodies as in the movie? We’ve got seven books, eight movies and a theme park; the next step has got to be the real deal, right? Let’s make “wingardium leviosa” and all those spells do more than make us laugh when we say them. Then again, with Harry Potter comes He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, so perhaps we should let our real-life wizard shack up overseas and just come to the states for visits so he leaves all that dark magic nonsense behind. We don’t need no “Avada Kadavra” over here. There are times I wonder why we can’t make movies that are inspiring for kids to know that no matter who they are, each and every one of them is uniquely special, has the ability to be anything they dream of by believing in themselves and having undiluted faith, then I realize we actually do not produce movies for kids in this country. Why won’t our kids be hooked on Hollywood produced films for kids and aspire to be like the good characters we find in such movies. Are we saying we do not have heroes we can celebrate through films, can’t we produce heroes who project the Ghanaian dream or is it illegal for us to have a dream as a people? What kind of legacy are we leaving the little ones?

I guess those of us in the movie industry especially the Writers, Producers and Directors need to buckle up and give the populace heroes we can identify ourselves with in settings that are similar to ours so we stop relying on Hollywood especially for film characters who inspire us.

So tell me who is you favorite Ghanaian film character and how did that character inspire you? If you want to have a verbal Intercourse with me on this issue, I’ll be at my constituency drinking some juicy Hausa Koko and nibbling on bread sandwiched with kose  willing to share not only my one Ghana cedi thoughts with you but also my food.

 
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Posted by on September 3, 2012 in Poems