Month: January 2016

Nothing can ever be the same. We only strive to do what is good. It is a struggle beacause we are not all human. Some humans are animals.

Our purpose on this earth is known only to our Creator. Some do not believe in God but then He is our Creator. Each and everyone of us has something unique as a person. What you excel at is not my forte. That is why people are into different professions and trades. That is why some are full time civvies and others are full time military. That is why some are big headed and others have flat butts. That is why some are bloody short and others so tall it beats imagination. That is why some are leaders and others are kingmakers. Everybody has a unique quality. Some are born to entertain. With others it might be only a hobby.

Then, if you see yourself as perfect, I pray do not look down on anybody.  As you were born without knowing you were going to be born, so will you depart this earth. In the twinkle of an eye. Humility is the backbone of success and thus life. Some choose to insult or use derogatory language on others as though they are the epitome of perfection.  Recently I was the target for someone. This gentleman in California used unprintable words on me. I was really hurt but guess what? I am happy. I have something he lacks. I hope he reads this article or someone refers it to him.

I plead with you to share your gift. Apply it successfully to someone’s life. Network with someone. Be a force. Help society. Not all are privileged.

Let us be wary of insults. It breeds hatred. It breeds insanity. It eschews Godliness. It shows you are an animal. Some walk this earth in the robes of Elisha. If you keep insulting they might do unto you as in 2Kings 2:23-24.

On that note, I pray you to remain humble. Do not be envious of what someone can do. Seek out what you do best. Live it. Enjoy it. Have fun. Trust in God.

Don’t remain in the dark. Speak Out!

I am only a messenger

I have come to deliver.

   Happy New Year my people! At least you are alive and reading this piece. You have survived Dumsor. You have outlived the power barges and Bui and Akosombo and Kpong and Atuabo and what have you hydro or hydra electric dams. Dams without water. How do you build dams without a source of continuous supply of flowing water?
   At least the guinea fowls are returning from their sojourn in Bourkina. Nowhere cool, my people! People will munch on the dry meat of the akonfem this year. It is healthy too. No eggs though. They run away leaving the eggs behind. At long last JJ will smile. His pal Sankara will finally see justice after how many years? Will the judges and unknown ones families also have closure? I bring not sad memories but rather urge you to think, to meditate in this season. Do you really want to make merry? Give me a good enough reason. That you are alive? That another year has come to pass? That you achieved your dream; your set goals? I say it is good to break bread and sip wine but even better to remember your beginnings and afford someone that opportunity to live life; to enjoy life; to celebrate life.
   The year 2015 has been fraught with name-calling. It has been symbolized by no mean name than that of a Goat. A goat that was categorized as dead. Even the BBC mentioned it.
   First he described himself as a dead goat. He said he feared no knife be it blunt or sharp. He was immune to pain until someone called him ‘Incompetent”. He complained bitterly.  He said he was only a dead goat. A whole sitting president described himself thus. Immediately his citizenry descended on him like Lavender Hill flies. He started the dead goat business. Ask him. He lived up to it to. He looked his people in the eye, raised a fist to the heavens and said ‘ I promise on my honor never to promise to promise anything to you again. Especially Dumsor. It will end in 2015. I promise. As soon as the power barge arrives. Walahi. I promise. Sorry ooo! I promised never to promise again but when you are born to promise and not to lead…” And he went on and on…
   Then the ace broadcaster with a silken voice also threw caution to the wind and decided to become like a He-goat. Pub3b3b3b3b3! Pub3b3b3b3. Straight to counter back. For the weekend. Through the weekdays. To the walking stick. A stylishly dressed goat with a limp. The lady in question did not talk. Her supposedly boyfriend did all the talking. The lady was purported to be a virgin. I believe he mistakenly must have penetrated when practicing his Mcing act. He was left off the hook. Did someone take a goat or goats?
   Let us visit the soccer field. Turn your Imagine TV on. It is not only on the field of play but also in the bedroom. Allegedly dribbled past the first goal, centered the ball, drove long one into the second goal. Alleged pregnancy at once. Since when did A-penetration produce babies? The man is also allegedly unstoppable. Like the proverbial short mountain goat he has the dexterity of a bulldozer. The ‘abotia” damaged the girl. The case has been thrown out of the courts. Lack of evidence. Pay up or we will release videotapes. Even the rasta man was not left out.
    This other goat is a Sokoto Gudali. Very foolish GOAT. Head of a hospital, he preys on innocent women. There had been others. This one was his last stop. No mercy for the cripple. You should see the dogs that stopped him. He went there in an official vehicle. (why do most men like going to the homes of the ladies to do the do?) In his case, there are videos. He is on his knees begging; crying: mp3333 mb33b333 hahahaha. Pitiful sight. How on earth does a man who has vowed to follow Christ and uphold the tenets for which Jesus the Christ lived, turn around and demand sex with married women? He is not an Osofo; He is a Brother. If you don’t kowtow to his demands, he denies the victim promotion. If you give in to him, you become one of his sexual objects performing lewd acts everywhere anytime to the detriment of their marriage. He managed to put people on his payroll but for the vigilance of the public. He sought all means to sway justice. He even went into hiding to avoid being invited for questioning by the People’s Services. People get voice oooo. I am hoping he sees the inside of a cell. Anas please watch him and the courts.
   To crown it all, are our almighties that wear the white crowns. Purported wigs of wisdom. They laid claim to some choice goats (no sheep or guinea fowl). Some requested for fair damsels to quench their insatiable libidos. Their bellies carry unknown pregnancies. I wonder how they penetrate? The very people we had entrusted to uphold the law rather twisted it with the impunity of an Abossey Okai (abossokai) macho. Some have been let go with benefits. Some without. Others still parading the corridors of power begging, threatening or entreating? Were none of the top two tiers corrupted? That is my question for her Ladyship. To crown it all an edifice was built to house their offices in Accra. I am more interested in the backyard. It has green grass and is well kept. Is it to house the goats that are brought around? I beg oooo. Na joke I dey joke.
   Hope is not lost. Hope is on the way to Ho. It is there, Ho pe! We can as a people turn things around.
   We can as a people change our diabolical and corrupted mindset and go for a blueprint that would build upon what our forefathers built.
   I believe in plain common sense and a call to action without violence.
   Let those who have made it not look down on those struggling. Rather it would be nice, befitting to offer a hand of help so it carry forward.
   Let us eschew tribalism, nepotism, selfishness, greed, avarice.
   Let us embrace love and unity. A hint of Godliness reflecting in our daily lives would be a true reflection of our religious activities.
   Sit in your room. Reflect on your 2015 life. Do not make a useless resolution. Rather look in the mirror and say “ I am changing for the better this year. I will SPEAK OUT! The truth and only the truth.’

I am only a messenger
I have come to deliver

Thank you all for being such wonderful readers, critics; encouraging me when I wanted to stop writing; sharing my articles to all your friends. Continue to follow me in 2016.
Happy New Year and to God alone be the Glory

My first piece this year has been humbling. I am still mourning my nephew. I have still not closed chapter on “2015-The Year of the Goat”.

It is a work in the works. Soon it will be ready. A dead goat fears no knife. The word “INCOMPETENT” can and will resurrect a dead goat.  A goat risen from the dead causes untold havoc.

Is there no Sassou Mosquito Spray in Gh? There are giant yet smallish mosquitoes gallivanting in town causing pinching and stinging hardship while sucking blood of the citizenry.

As for that Ninja Diabolic Council Shaolin Temple Occupants and Kitchen Cabinet and so called Ministers (of what), I guess they have run out of medication. Will the psychiatric doctors please sign off on their refills?

We are now very hospitable. We can even house terrorists not wanted by the almighty nations. Sorry. I meant ex-terrorists. Haha haha. My ribs. Let’s be careful lest Valentine Day 2016, Gh is given away as a gift to some….

Until then, stay tight. Be Silently Noisy. SPEAK OUT!!

#SILENTNOISES

The year began on a good note. I woke up hale and hearty. I took a step towards going to church. After all it is the first Sunday of the year 2016.

I picked up my phone to check my whatsapp messages. All was well whilst I was reading. Then on my Bihecan platform came the news flash. One of my mates had lost a son. A son.

This piece is a tribute to my nephew whom I never met and a comforter to my Bihecan brother.

I will call you Jnr. I would have met him one day. He would have in all probability gone to Bishop Herman College too. Brainy just like his dad. I lost a potential architect who would have changed the world.

I will not blame anybody. I will rather commend the medical personnel for doing their best. I am in church. A Catholic church. I am crying. I have a son too. I can only imagine the pain my brother is feeling. What about his wife? What about The wife? Can you imagine the pain? Don’t tell them “I feel your pain” etc.

I pray as you read this piece remember Agbey and wife and family in your prayers. I also task you in one way or the other to call for an improvement in the health services and delivery in our dear country. That is all I ask.

My brother Agbey, on behalf of the brothers, I say our deepest condolences. Our heartfelt sympathies.

I leave you with the words ‘ Whatever …..it is well with my soul”

Blessings Always.