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When the alphabets in words lose their value

And words are no longer useful

in expressing emotions and thoughts

When logic is of no use

to understanding this strong

emotion that runs deep within my core

i want to look you right in the eyes

and feel it is you I love

When the things I do become meaningless

And the songs I sing for you

are nothing but white nonsense

Sounding very alien to your ears

and my touch sends answers to questions yet to be asked

down your beautifully crafted body

When what you feel for me is not based on

physical attraction and beauty

let my black sense be the only reason

you love me

When death is no longer a way

of separating two hearts bonded as one

And distance is nothing but strength to us

When we no longer look up to the heavens

for answers to questions we ask

or look up to men for understanding and acceptance

When rainy days or stormy nights

matter not to us

And our trust lies only in  God

Then and only then will they see

two becoming one


Posted by on January 30, 2013 in Poems


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What Do We Seek?

What Do We Seek?

The institution of marriage is as ancient as it can be and as such all religions over the world have great respect for this institution. Though marriage is believed to have love as its bases, the trend seems to be different these days. These days, society’s perception about what should entail a love relationship leading to marriage seems to be based on material wealth and personality rather than entering a relationship based on the person’s character and so most of us in order to fit into this grand scheme are living fake lives with people, pathetically believing in these fake lives as the real us.

Some few months before my Dad passed away, I had the chance to have a son and father chat about marriage and relationships. As to what sparked the conversation I can’t really tell but somehow we ended up talking about this. One of the questions he asked me was when I was going to introduce my girlfriend to him and all I did was laugh since I had none. However one of the most important things he said that has stuck in me, is that most of us young men want to get everything before we get married but what entails this everything? Well it s true some of us want to have our own well furnished apartments, car, a fat bank account and a good job. Who can blame a young man for having such a dream in relation to marriage? Trust me I’ve dated at most two ladies who at the end of the day felt I had nothing to offer them because I do not drive a car like my friends do.

Two years ago when I was directing and producing a TV talk show and the hostess had the chance to interview the owner of the hotel which was our location and his lovely wife.To be honest with you and I, they never came across to me as people who had gone through hardships in life looking at the wealth they had. Apparently when they got married 26 years ago they lived in a thirty feet container which was half full of car spare parts and according to the woman her friends shunned her company and most of the time she had to pretend that everything was okay when friends and family visited even though things proved to be very difficult at time. According to the man he had wanted to marry another lady but the lady told him specifically that he was just a mere spare parts dealer leaving in a container. A thirty feet container for that matter with nothing to his name. Now not only is he the representative of JVC electronics in West Africa but also runs his own businesses. I’m indeed humbled by their story

Listening to them, a thought about what most of the current crop of ladies seek in young guys like me who are potential husbands knock me hard like a dondo stick drumming a dondo. I’m one of those people who believes that the best person to be my spouse has to be a good friend but trust me I’ve been a failure in getting any of the two friends I fell in love with over the years to date me. Back in those days when I spoke to one of the two and all she said was ‘Selikem do not start those things with me today’ and just laughed. Upon analysis I’ve realized that though we are good friends I do not possess the things they believe a potential boyfriend of theirs must have in terms of material or spiritual things(That’s how I see it). Sadly enough I can’t pretend to be what I’m not to get what I want and need and so I let things be hoping and praying that things will change pretty soon. It is indeed very difficult to understand a woman and her wants from where I’m positioned and most guys share these sentiments with me. Most of the ladies would prefer someone who can readily provide for them rather than someone like me who is now building up a life and not well to do. Most of the time I wonder what runs through their mind when you become successful later on in life and theirs is a scum. Something I wish wouldn’t befall any of my two adorable friends since it will just be too much for me to bear.

On the other hand why would I blame these ladies who want already ‘cooked meals’ when some guys are just heartless and would send the ladies who tirelessly worked with them parking with the flimsiest of excuses when they feel the there are well to do and therefore no longer need the services of these noble ladies. So for me, no matter what happens I want to be ‘me’ in any relationship I find myself and have respect, love, appreciation and gratitude to all persons in my life especially the lady I will get married to whether I’m rich or poor and as my friends I will like to encourage you to do the same but the question still remains ‘What do we seek in a relationship’?



Posted by on January 28, 2013 in ARTICLES


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Size on Sight

Size on Sight

Any guy who says he doesn’t have a shopping list in terms of the physical nature of the girl he dates, has dated or will date is a pathological liar. Aside a cool face, the lady must have sizable mounds on her chest, firm hips and legs supporting a buttocks that is as loud as a vuvuzela blown directly into your ears. For most of we men, nothing beats a well- shaped hip and buttocks well packaged in a nice dress (whether over zealously huge or small). Our heads just tilt and pan like the drooling balls of a Sokoto red goat and trust me some of us will definitely ask the lady “wo tu nunu?” Having said this I had a gut feeling that beyond what a Ghanaian man can offer a lady in terms of material needs and also based of his looks Ghanaian ladies also look out for some physical attributes to judge the size of a guy’s manhood before they decide whether they want to date him or not.

My French colleague yesterday said that she has noticed that a lot of Ghanaian men drive ‘huge cars’ and that in Paris it was literally translated into an inversely proportional relation between size of car and size of manhood and in plain words she said, ’the bigger a man’s car, the smaller his dick.’( With a French accent).  And trust me to ask how that translated to those who walk or ride a bicycle. So armed with this I set out to find out whether Ghanaian ladies considered the size of a guy’s manhood before they enter into a sexual or romantic relationship with him without having the guy to remove his clothes.

I already know there is a theory out there that says the bigger a guy’s buttocks the smaller his manhood and vice versa but trust me some of us have proved that theory wrong.  I do have a sizable buttocks but my manhood is nothing near small( hahahaha allow me to brag small). In your own imagination you can decide to judge its size because I’m not going to tell you whether it is medium, large, extra-large or extra-extra -large since it is not a shirt size you are shopping for. After making a few calls to some lady friends who I trusted to give me answers on this issue, I can’t help but laugh at the references I got. References ranging from the size of the guy’s hands and how straight they are; the longer the fingers the longer the manhood, the stouter the fingers, the stouter the manhood, the crooked the finger, the crooked (straightness) the manhood. Others told me that the kind of shoes worn by the person is also an indication of the type of manhood the guy has. The longer the shoe, the longer the guys shoe, if the guy like to wear Ali Baba and the forty thieves kind of shoe it means the shaft of his manhood is not straight. If his palm size is big and wrist is short then, the manhood size of him is small and it vary according to the difference in shape. Others said they use the distance between the guys thumb and index finger to determine the length. Hmm our ladies are going through a lot just to determine the size of our manhoods if you ask me. All you need to do is get naked and most guys will follow suit. Hahahahahaha but come to think of it does size really supersede performance? Wow! A lot goes on in a lady’s head but at this point all I care to know is any of these hypothesis can be proved.


Posted by on January 25, 2013 in ARTICLES


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Lead Me Not Into Temptation

Lead Me Not Into Temptation

It just occurred to me to me today that we are all hell bound because we are all liars. Sweet bloody liars! The amazing thing is we even smile when we lie. The kind of lie I’m referring to, needs no special skills to execute, it’s just a combination of two or three words. Per my understanding based on my religious upbringing all sins are equal in the eyes of God and carry the same mark though I doubt God has a marking scheme for marking our sins. So just imagine, a common lie sin and a fornication sin carry the same marks. No major sin marks or minor sin marks. All sin be sin! This is as scary as sending a message to your Ewe father who is a soldier or a teacher or a carpenter who has told you countless times that he was always first in class when he was a child that you have failed your exams just as you did the other semester.

So today when I woke up courtesy of my two alarm clocks (the one that only men have and stands perpendicular every morning just to ring and the one on my phone) I had my quiet time and decided not to follow you guys in committing this sin again. To be quite candid with you I had some naughty thoughts that made me feel hanging like an unbalance cocoa scale and to curtail this thought I started reciting the memory verse I learnt this morning. Now as I get to my workplace, I meet some of my colleagues who I shake hands with and walk away to my office. Five minutes after settling in my chair and switching on my laptop,  Ekosiwaa walks in. Now here is a lady colleague and friend who is that one out of many who is not just physically beautiful and hot but also beautiful in terms of character. Secretly almost all the guys in the office crave for her and drool in their minds when they hug her. At times I believe even mosquitos flirt with her before they bite here and when they do it’s so gentle that she feels no pain. With these descriptions I hope the guys reading this are not drooling in their minds and the ladies chuckling to themselves out of a little bit of envy. I would have described her as a lady with a perfect body if her buttocks were a little bit more pronounced than they are. I mean the kind of buttocks that looks like two over flowing balls of fufu placed side by side in an asanka. After lighting up my office with her smile she opens her arm wide for a hug to which I oblige. In the course of hugging her she says‘Koku how are you?’.

As I have already told you I have promised God and myself that I was not going to lie.  Hell no! But then again is she sure she really wants to know how I am? Earlier on I was feeling a little bit horny which is human nature and took measures to curtail it and here I am locked in an embrace like a love padlock from the shrine with a beautiful girl who I sometimes fantasize about and she wants to know how I am. Well with how I was feeling based on the resurgence of my naughty thoughts, it was either she was going to take offense at what I was going to say or laugh it off as a joke. Either ways one of us was going to be hurt and so I just smiled and told her she really didn’t want to know which took her aback.

Let’s be a little honest with ourselves, most of the time we all lie that we are fine when we are asked how we are by people and as I said all liars are hell bound per our religious beliefs. So I beg of you only ask me ‘How are you?’ if you really want to know my true state of mind and body and not because it is a formality because I do not want to be led me into the temptation of telling the commonest lie in the world.

*****If you do not wish to lie , do not answer questions you know, they do not want to know answers to. If there were no questions, there would be no lies.******


Posted by on January 24, 2013 in Rants


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I’m feeling really exhausted today like an old mule placed in a race with foals. My mind seems to be on so many things with no clear cut decision on what to do. I feel trapped and suffocated like a crucified Jesus on a rosary between the huge juicy breasts of a young lady running towards the chapel. Now to be honest this is not the first time I’m feeling this way but I just can’t seem to get myself out of this mood. Some of my friends ( note that I use the word ‘friends’ carelessly in this instance) say I’m no longer caring since I no longer offer them the closure they want. Apparently it hasn’t occurred to them that they are being bloody selfish and haven’t noticed I’m going through some real life changing stuff here. All a brother needs is some space to do some thinking and restructuring in his life. I guess I’ve now discovered the real meaning of being poor. Poverty has nothing to do with money, You are entrenched in poverty if you have people around you who only think of what you can offer them. IMG-20130123-00412[1]

Shit happens and I put it on a Sheet


Posted by on January 23, 2013 in Rants


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How Do We Pray


Over the past few days I have been doing analysis of my prayer life(its not as if I pray everyday too oooooh)and I have realized how strange it is.Trust me I can go on and on chatting with friends on relevant and silly issues but whenever I have to pray I can only say between three and eight sentences.As a poet I shouldn’t have problems with words for adoration,thanksgiving,worship among others for God because I have written poems to praise the beauty of women,life  among others out of nothing yet when it comes to that one on one thing with God I just go mute after two, three lines. I have for some days now tried asking friends how to pray with many sentences and I’m yet to be given a formula (if there is any at all) yet they rap prayers faster than any rap artiste I know.

Aside my inability to pray lengthy prayers, I sometimes wonder if every prayer has to be aggressive and interlaced with strong speaking in tongues as most of my charismatic friends do when they pray . My understanding of prayer is that it is a conversation between an individual and God(at least that’s what my non theological mind tells me) and as such must follow certain patterns depending on the theme for prayer.At times I just cant help but stop praying and watch people in church pray with all aggression even when they are asking God for a favor and I wonder how many of us could go to someone we need something from and ask for our need with such aggression.(Gosh,God is really merciful). I can just picture a 16 year old boy who goes to his father to ask for his school fees and begins to scream as most of us do when we are praying “Daddy I want my School fees’ (the lashing igo receive paaaah.ino go be small). For christsake, God is not deaf and frankly speaking If i were God I won’t answer any of such prayers(but I’m not God so I just have to leave with it) After all most of us pray to God when we are in trouble or need something badly from him.

Personally I believe God looks at our hearts and analyzes our intents during prayer sessions and as such we need watch the tone and our composure whenever we are praying. This not withstanding I still want to know how to say lengthy prayers cos I’m getting fed up with these three, four line prayers of mine. Shalom

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Posted by on January 21, 2013 in Rants


Bizzare Love

I have been in many ways been called controversial by people who know me, I have been tagged as someone who has an arrogance and ignorance that stinks to the heavens just because I refused to be bullied by a someone who felt he was more knowledgeable than me in politics when all I put across was an application of common sense. But like my drunk uncle always says, there are times people’s statements towards you stinks more than the flatulence from their buttocks from the week old beans they ate for breakfast and when that happens you either choose to copy the person or apply  common sense in dealing with such persons . So tonight as my fingers dance a hybrid on kete and borborbor on my keyboard as I express my thoughts on the relationship between two political lovers I hope they come across as unexaggerated observations made by an impartial eye.

In every  relationship both parties must mutually benefit from each other whether financially, emotional or spiritually and one must be the weft whilst the other the waft that combines beautifully to make that beautiful cloth which people admire and long for. But the question that lingers on my mind is how many of us would want to enter into a relationship in which our lover disappears like a ghost at the first cockcrow when they are satisfied with services we render them and only comes back when he/she needs something? Personally if a lover treats me like this I will make up my mind and tell the person that the porcupine and the leopard do not rub their tails together.  But strangely enough there is a love relationship like that within the political realms of Ghana that I find really baffling. I believe that the reason any individual should vote for a political party must be based on what the ideologies are and how those ideologies will transform into physical developments within the country and the community in which you live.

Out of the twenty years of the life span of the fourth republic of Ghana, the NDC has been in power for twelve of these years and pride the Volta Region as being its world bank yet the region is one of the poorest regions in the country. In reality there has only been one MP elected within the last twenty years who did not contest on the ticket of the NDC. The highest percentage an non NDC presidential candidate has ever gotten in an election is even below 15% yet if you look at even the regional capital of the Volta Region for instance it was not until the NPP came into power that even the number traffic lights were increased from one to three. There are still problems with job creation and employment, education, roads, agriculture, markets and health yet it’s as though a spell has been cast on the region not to vote for any other political party  whether they will channel resources to develop the region or not. The NDC party has somehow become a demi –gods within the region that even areas where common sense need to be applied to get the region developed is out rightly squashed once it is not coming from the NDC. I have been to the hometowns of some of the NDC MPs and find it very disheartening when even a three to five kilometer road to their hometowns is as rough as a coconut grater made from mill tin yet they have built huge mansions in the middle of the town.

If you ask me what I think the way forward is, I will tell you outright that it is high time people from the Volta region vote in leaders based on ideologies that would bring development to the region and make it prosper. We need to make it clear to the MPs especially that the era where a carton of key soap can be used to lobby for votes or a wall hanging of a white Christ with Jerry curls sitting at a table will his twelve disciples are no longer things that would convince us to vote for them, rather when they each show us  a detailed and feasible four year term developmental proposal which we  see a poignant we will vote for them. We also need to send out a clear message which says that the region is bigger than one political party  and as such so far us people vying for political posts that demands we vote for them can be elected into power no matter the political party they come from. As we wait for another four years to come, let us a Voltarians ponder over how far we’ve come under the various governments in the fourth republic and if indeed we are where we want to be as a Region or whether we are taking the right steps to be where we want to be in terms of development. Like always I really do find this love Relationship between the Volta Region and the NDC strange, all I pray for is that one of the opens its eyes and faces reality.


Posted by on January 14, 2013 in ARTICLES


My Version

Thursday, July 21, 2011 at 1:36pm ·




Baaba had kept his promise

A tiny shepherd boy

Now a man of greatness

My life was a fairytale come true

Look you all know how I became King

So let me not bore you with that long story

My heart though is heavy

With what some of you think of me

When it comes to my affair with Bathsheba

So I want to set the records straight

That particular evening

I was not myself

Not that ‘myself’ had gone anywhere

But things were just going my way

The war, the wives, the children

I was choking

You know I just needed some fresh air

and boy ooooh boy I got more than fresh air

The land smelled of a mixed aroma

Of cattle dang, vine, spices, cinnamon,yooyi atadwi

From my balcony I could see the sun go down

A beauty that made me start composing another psalm


There she was

A SHE BATHing in a river

Aaaah! Bathsheba was her name

She glowed like a bronze figure

Under the setting July sun

All I could see was a city of secrets

My soul ruptured

She had defiled my reasoning

My Kodzovi stood erect

Like a soldier during an inspection parade

My blood boiled like boiling yam and soup

So I sent for her

Woow! What a sight to behold

For the first time words wouldn’t flow

naaaaah! they would if there were any to

describe what was before me

Rhythm had been frozen

Her gaze long and hard as though

She was seeing a symbol rather than reality

I noticed everything about her

Especially the hair on her arm

It got me thinking about how soft and abundant

It would be like cypress grass along the river banks

at other places

And this I couldn’t wait to discover


So I said

I will claim this land in the name of the King!


I am the king

See what her beauty has done to me?

So we got down to business

Well not business as in business


I mean we got busy with each other

She couldn’t wait to be claimed

Damn she was sweet

I think saying this is an understatement


I kissed her in the fountain head of her sensitivities

And all I heard was I love you psalms

I ploughed and sowed

With a pleasure immeasurable

In another man’s land

And got rid of my competitor

Just like that

without him knowing

Elimination by subtraction paaaah

But Baaba had seen all

Baaba and his omnipresence

And punished me accordingly

Hmm!! It was painful

But I still got to keep her

Cultivated her land


Posted by on January 8, 2013 in Poems