Month: November 2013

In God we trust

#SilentNoises ~knm

Son of man, how come these days you do not call me? Anyway, I have been thinking seriously about our last discussion.  I have to admit that the lady deserves commendation. I wonder how after the way She was treated and is still being treated, She is still holding Her head up. I heard Her cry as I went to bed the other night and it was gut wrenching. I have thus decided to write a simple citizen’s note to my people to look into it.

 Please consider my appeal and spread the word to other citizens to protect this lady. Despite Her wealth, She is in constant poverty and it is sad to see other people feeding of Her wealth. I wonder why nobody protects Her. I love Her so much I wrote this poem in Her honor. If only you will allow it to be read in Her honor soon.

I pray for her

You prey on her

You are bold to defend your cause of looting

I am bold to defend the cause of freedom

 You take away my rights

In gentle tones you convince me to oppress myself

The rumblings and rants of a cash crazed elite

Who dwell on the dollar frequency to trod

Ever so sure confuse me

You prey on her

I pray for her

In the pulpit you stand

Calling for a tenth though I do not work

Tell that to the vultures

I forget you are one

Cloaked in a book written by my forebears

Stolen and given to you by my would be oppressors

You prey on me. Vulture!

 

I pray for Her so you stop preying on Her

I pray for true humility for you

I pray for you to cherish, uphold

Honesty with Absolute Fearlessness

I pray for you to rise up and resist

Smooth tongues are persuasive

 

#SILENT NOISES 2013

 

 

 

 

LETTER TO MY DAD

#SilentNoises ~knm
Hi dad, Happy Father’s day!!! I miss you dad. Are you still eating fufu everyday or now you are on diet? Are you still practicing law? How are uncles and aunties doing? Dad, this letter basically is an apology to you and Mom for my behavior at times. Your disciplinary tactics have paid off. I now understand you more than ever before. People don’t seem to understand me but Dad, I …know you will because I am a chip (more like a replica) of the old block. Yes, I will not compromise on my principles and disciplinary standards  and its all good. More respect always. Love you Dad. Mr. K.W. Mensah thank you. Thank you so much. Dad please say hi to Mommy.
NB. I will not be writing to you again for some time because your grand kids are giving me Wahala.

The Chronicles of a Civilian Major: The Last Post

#SilentNoises ~knm

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October 11, 2012

Sunday morning. 4.00am. Sound of gunfire- rapid staccato–ratatatatatatatata. Drop down. Hide under the bed. Cock my ears. Daaaaaaaaaaaamn!!!!!!. It is only the sound of angelic language aka tongues. Maame Esi is at it again. This woman ought to be employed by the security agencies. She is very good. A human machine gun without bullets.
The deal… is this. Every Sunday morning Maame  Esi prays at the top of her voice and the language changes every Sunday. The neighbourhood is caught unawares, like today. Hmmmmm. Why? Now I hear her yelling at everybody to get ready for church. She throws in a few choice words for the slow ones. Sunday morning.
Today be today. All die be die. I decide to visit Maame Esi’s church.I honour a long standing invitation from Maame Esi. Brethren pray for me!!!!
Praises!! Praises!! The congregation is singing praises as we enter.  Come and see dancing: breaks, cotolo, co guon, agyeii, booty shaking, name it!! Sheeege!!! Pastors and elders are dancing like crazy. Harvest time!!!! hehehehehe!!!!
Sermon. Maame Esi jumps up at every opportunity to shout ” Praise the Lord”; ” Osofo preach on”;” Ingo no wo wo so” literally meaning  ” The oil is on you”  and the likes.
Funny bit here; actually food for thought. As soon as church is over, Maame Esi walks over to Auntie Ataa and accuses her of rumour mongering. Tempers flare. Insults are traded. Vulgar insults. Openly. Church premises. Wow!!! The saint just turned into a demon.
Asem Biggie!!  Maame Esi invites me to her house for lunch. Good news. I happen to be starving. Bachelors do not have choice meals often.  After all the display of piety, holiness, spiritual anointing a table of assorted drinks (water not included) is set before me. Eiiish. My glass runneth over. Maame is downing shots faster than ABC recitals. Kweeeemo. Now the language is unbecoming of her and on a  Sunday too? Aaaaabaaa! Just before eating , Maame Esi gets a phone call. Words fly at supersonic speed. Finally the last word is at a snail’s pace……. Onya…………. Your guess is good. I cannot and will not write out that word. Maame Esi is picked up by a friend  to attend the evening’s service. Walahi!! I leave for home. I am thinking.
There are many men and women amongst us today who lead a double life like Maame Esi. We portray holiness on one end and exhibit an unbecoming attitude on the other end. What message are sending out to those emulating us and our own selves? Brethren let us be true to ourselves. Onyame ehu wooo!!!