Monday, June 19, 2017

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR





A dey check the girl next door

Not cause dem get provision store

She just dey make a dey fall

On ma way from West Hills Mall

They moved in but just recently
And I had my crush instantly
Menners in my vicinity keep trooping incessantly
But she keeps on resisting decently

She is making me fall in love
With her charms and distinct curves
My mum is getting suspicious; nerves
My sister thinks she is a dove; my nurse

I just could not help the surge in my urge
Until I ended up in her edge
And realized she was willing to merge
Through the smallest pore in their hedge

In the mornings when she is busy,
Something tells me life with her will be breezy
She is always on my mind, but am taking it easy
Because my sister fell twice and said it’s greasy

But still…

A dey check the girl next door

Not cause dem get provision store

She just dey make a dey fall

On ma way from West Hills Mall

 
She said the dad will not tolerate
So we should not stay close in the state
I said I’ve got a place upstate
Abena, be the queen in my emirate

The people around could not control it
So they keep lip-serving and eye-browsing it
The girl next door is the epitome of beauty
And am blessed because she is in love with me

Sometimes she makes me go gazing like am crazy
I can’t see clearly, it feels hazy
Can someone please tell me why, why?
Do I feel like I can fly, high?

Some girls in the vicinity got scratches
When she first invited me to their churches
Abena is the girl next door
And she is the one feeling my pores


A dey check the girl next door

Not cause dem get provision store

She just dey make a dey fall

On ma way from West Hills Mall


Saturday, June 3, 2017

Timeless Annals

I am tired of your taunting stunts
Whether you mean them or not
Because they take away my look
And turn me into a nook kook

You make me want to use and lose
Every single bit of my blues to you
Even though you know how bad I feel
With your filths in my face like glues

Don't ever think I will lose my beauty
Not even when the lights are turned off
For I know but one very thing
Not even myself can take them away

Don't come again if you aren't ready
To make me feel that very way
Stop making me want even more
Of you and of your love away

I have waited but for too long
My friends say I need to be strong
So though the feeling is hurting,
I have long stopped regretting

The reflections I have seen of me
Before and short after you were gone
Tells me the future is uncertain
For those who'd lose hope in me

Guilty I know I have become
Of having faith in the things yet to come
Of loving the same things I should hate
And of being mixed up and quiet late

They say my veins aren't blue enough
To enter and dance in the club
So sometimes I clone my emotions
With my self-styled naked notions

It's not because I am scared of dying alone
I am just tired of talking on the phone
It's not because I am missing you home
I am just in love with the stones you throw

Don't send me flowers in summer
Don't send letters that you are a runner
My mirror can't stand your timeless annals
So please spare me your ruthless banal

Author Notes:
Inspired by happenings at Kpodola Writing Workshop during a session with Poetra Asantewaa.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Stop Mob Justice Now



Where is the Justice we claim as a country? Where is the Law and Order that makes things work for the stability we crave? I have enough reasons to believe we are the forces against our very own progress as a nation. Yes, we are the architects of our success or otherwise. I can deeply smell a cat and I pity in pain, the fishes that are close by. 

Sometimes, the best way to disagree with things is to be silent on them. But most often than not, there is the demand of our voices so some records can be set straight. We must be courageous to speak for what is write and to condemn what is wrong and trust me, we can. We can change the world for the better just by putting our voices across on matters that really matter and to people that needs to know whatever may. 

In the wake of the recent rather in-gratifying phenomenon involving one salient military officer, in a gold mining community in the Central Region of Ghana called Denkyira-Obuase it's only right to join the grey heads as they break and share cola nuts in search of answers. In times like this, times when a whole country is drown in grief, normal activities suffer. We crave for answers to the questions on our minds. Questions like; Is mob justice justifiable? Does it not happen often? Does it receives same attention? Or is this attention subjected to the fact that the victim is a security agent? Answers to these questions are what will drive us to further questions in the same light. 

This mob kind of justice is nothing far from tyranny which is the sure guarantor of chaos and disruption of forward-aimed efforts in any organized human system. Instant justice is not a characteristic of a very good democracy. How does it help our judicial and security system? What does the law say about mob justice? The act has been quiet common in our system for decades and it seems to me as though it's rising to become a conventional practice. Must we allow it to soar to the next level or should we crush it and trash it? 

Many people will agree with me that the current case of Capt. Mahama in Denkyira received the level of attention it did because of it involving a security personnel. Yes, that is true, very true because it happens always and trust me, to innocent people. Even on the same day and a day after that, there were similar incidences across the nation but only that of the soldier caught the attention of the media. Can I ask this question? How come media attention seem so expensive? 

Come to think of this, even if a person is proven to be a thief or guilty of any crime, such a person still has fundamental human rights, a prerogative not even the constitution can deny him. But the situation where individuals take the law personal and administer justice in barbarous means as they deem fit to 'their' law-breakers is not acceptable. The country need a law on the subject if there aren't one already. 

We dwell and play part in a system that is comprehensive and based on universal values, believes and practices that every person has fundamental human rights and so are protected by law. What will probably be more honorable than delivering apprehended criminals to the appropriate agency to do its work? We need a better socialization tool to breed a generation safe from mediocrity. 

It happens everyday under many different circumstances but the justice system seems to see nothing wrong with the culprits. Instead, such people become the ultimate beneficiaries of the protection the law supposed to be offering every citizen including foreigners. 

How can this be justified? In a democracy such as ours which fastly crossing borders? I am praying this will ignite the flame that will grow to burn in us such attitudes of cruelty and lawlessness. I pray same will cause our leaders to use their working apparatuses to straighten the bends misleading our communities. 

I am equally guilty as a citizen because it will take not only the actions of the bad nuts to ruin the heap but also the inactions of the good ones will contribute to the complete conquer. What I am trying to say is that, you and me might not be involved directly in this wicked act but we are guilty for not doing anything to stop it. Everyone can do something to stop this kind of indescribable behaviors from repeating themselves again in our world.
To the family of the deceased, I extend my deepest condolences. 

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