Showing posts with label Pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pain. Show all posts

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Is the Universe Our Friend?

They say my shoes are old and blown
Yet, they never get me another one
They say I lack a home of my own
And that I may never drive a car of my own

Because I have holes in my shirts,
And that I sleep on the street,
They call me a misfit
And learning that very much, hurts

No one knows my story
How much suffering I deal with
No one cares about my pains
And for that alone, I am very sorry

You change your clothes everyday
And I am your witness
You buy new mansion everyday
And I have the street to impress

Maybe I just have to accept,
That the universe is not my friend
That whatever I desire for my sect,
She'd always conspire to destroy

I'm just another street boy in the press
With another touching story to tell
So if you think I'm not trying to impress,
Wait until you hear me ring my bell.

Credibility for the street seems too expensive
But with nothing more to live for,
I'm living to defend its last worth
Like the last man standing after the great walls fall.

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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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Letter From Capt. Mahama, a Martyr



I pledged my life for my country,
And I fought to protect my people
Yes I did with nothing but selflessness
Even when I lost the trust of my very own people
I could have defended myself in more ways than one,
And I could have made the story a different one,
But I did not, I dogged not my arm to fire anyone
Even though I was mistaken for a robber by everyone
So when you make it home my fellow soldiers,
Tell everyone the dreadful truth, let them know
'I was executed by the very people I pledge to defend
I was lynched amidst my cry and plea of innocence'
Take this message to my father to tell my mother,
Take it to my wife to tell my children
Take it to my friends, my sisters and to my brothers
Tell them I am sorry I couldn't return as I promised
Tell them I gave up without a fight not because I am weak
Tell them I did because I am strong and true to my promise to my country
My promise to remain a patriot; a defender of my people
Tell them I did nothing wrong; nothing wrong to warrant this fate
And tell them not to cry because I served my country well
Tell them I hope and pray justice will be served
©05/2017

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