Where is my father?

I really applaud mothers. It is not easy being a mother. Even worse if you are a single mother. More so when the father is alive and shirking responsibility. Applause to all mothers.
Then again, not all mothers are mothers. I believe a mother to be one who seeks the well being of her children. A mother is a woman with a conscience and brings up her child/ children in an upright manner.
Marriages are not meant to be broken when one party is fed up. After misusing the goods, the men give it up but may be it could be the woman’s fault. I won’t hold brief for any party here. Kids are involved. Through no fault of theirs, they have to endure the pain of a traumatic divorce. Sad. I would always advocate for the traditional African marriage ceremony. They hardly break up.
I looked at this handsome young man without a father figure in his life. Due to divorce. Sad to say, the boy is a nerd too. His outward appearance was nothing to write home about. He chomped on a chewing gum as though his very existence on earth depended on it. He is lucky not to be my son. I err. Forgive me. It takes a village to raise a child. I called and talked. I have started the process to put him back on track. I cannot see him derail. I was lucky to have good train drivers amongst others. Another story. Another day.
If and if, his dad were to be in his life; if he had a daddy figure; if……

The writer is a MC extraordinaire, poet, motivational speaker and a social advocate.

The Rainbow

When ugly knocks at your door
You open and say with vim
“Hello Beautiful..”

Speak the truth
Say ‘Ugly’
Are you hurt?
Are you dead?
Why do you fear the truth?

Say it as it is.
You are a hypocrite.
Yes, I do not love you
Your smiles are serpentine
Your fangs ready to pierce

Why do you fear the truth
I am ashamed
To call you my friend
You hate the truth
Call ugly ugly
I have seen light skinned
I have seen multi colored rainbows
I have seen black turned yellow
I have laughed
I will laugh
I am laughing .

#SILENTNOISES 03212015
Dedicated to RABS; they love the truth

The poet is a MC extraordinaire, motivational speaker and a writer.

TAMA LADY (a true african)

I love my coffee
Sweet like your toffee
That is your candy
But my dandy

Sweet black and strong
On two powerful absorbers
Two stereo speakers
Apex of a Bluetooth
I have a sweet tooth
Cooks with love
Dainty as a dove
Slender flexible.smooth arms
A rare African gem
Piercing deep down
Brown tinted eyes
Smiles that freeze time
Rings around the neck
A bust sculpted
In the coolness of dawn
Flawlessly enchanting
Since birth only the shea oil
Has graced your body
It is only natural
The hair is jet black
Very TAMA natural grind
Fleeting dashes of your beauty on my mind
I remember!!
Deja vous!!!
#SILENTNOISES 03192015

The poet is also an MC extraordinaire, social advocate and a writer.

On a windy sunny afternoon

I sit and ponder
In amazement and wonder
The root cause of the problem
But it is not them

I am the cause
Like a course
Of the river
Changing routes to overcome obstacles
I have spread my tentacles
Though I am human
What is man
That greed and avarice
Has become his Lot
Like a plot
It thickens, beyond understanding

If only we are standing
Can we see
Beyond the shallow green sea

Kola the nut
Though he is not a nut
Said it all.
It begins with you
Or should I say I?
Sorry us.
Change is now. Within.
Until then……
#SILENTNOISES 03182015

KwasiNtemMensah

The author is an MC extraordinaire, writer, social advocate and poet.

Mr. Accountability

Summoning all ye members of the forum.
   All ye learned members come to this August setting where our tyrant would lay the way forward. Where are ye fair minded men, amongst whom there are no equals.

Speak up! Speak up! for the patience of the citizens run thin. Yet they hide, hide behind one man of whom no one knows.

Who will speak for the masses? Where is that man of whom they speak, yet does not speak ?

Speak Sir! Speak Sir!
For we are listening. Yes, the masses are listening. Yet he won’t speak because no one knows his name.

Come! Come!
We summon you! The masses summon you. Where are you?
Who are you?
Why won’t you come when we call?
Are you thus cruel that you respond not to those that summon you?

Awake for we are tired! We are bleeding! We are sick and hungry. Come! Please come!
Or we call you wrongly, without respect.

But forgive us for we are only human. Who can fault us, for as soon as we eat and drink, we become foolish.

Where are you MR. ACCOUNTABILITY? Where are YOU?

This was sent to me barely a few mins ago under the Pseudonym San3 Agbo

#SILENTNOISES 03142015

Ode to my Ghanaian love

She has closed
Forgotten all about us
I sit on the stoop
I crave a cry
She is too busy
Not to notice us
I persist till
Her soft melodic voice carries
“Hello Major”
I smile in wonder

image

Gaze. Into the (un)known
Pearly teeth cast unseen shadows
A sweet black neck becomes a pedestal
For a face sculpted by the Creator
I would give all to see all
Yet, I love what I see
An Afro Ghanaian beauty

KwasiNtemMensah
03132015

The writer is an MC extraordinaire, motivational speaker, writer and poet.

The day after

God bless our homeland Ghana
There is no Manna
Only Hope
I am not on Dope
Integrity
Without Pity
Accountability
Minus feeling Guilty

As a table is Set
So are our Mindset
Always begging for Alms
With outstretched Palms

A day After
I feel High
Together
No more Sigh
There is a new Wind
Coming from Behind

60 will be Better
59 will be Smiles
After so many Miles
No more Hindsight
We now have Foresight

The poet is also an MC extraordinaire, writer, social advocate and a motivitional speaker.

tears at 58

so much pain

i lean on a cane

i no longer walk

not to mention talk

not to mention a whisper

i just read the paper

we are 58

10 more years plus 48

20 more years plus 38

yet we are not straight

a country called Malaysia

on the continent of Asia

looked and laughed

the black star of Africa

the star with no lustre

 the star with no shine

the black star

how then do we shine

public office is a vehicle to acquire wealth

to be ordinary is to have no good health

very good network of bad roads

for us to hop along like toads

let there be light

but you have no right

nor do you have the sight

for there is no vision

as we have no mission

i have come to deliver

for i am only  a messenger

The writer is an MC extraordinaire, a social advocate, motivational speaker, writer and poet. He is also currently a host on Sankofa Radio (Sundays 11.30-1pm and every other Saturday beginning November 1st 2014) transmitting on WRTC 89.3 and WRTCFM.COM