Month: June 2016

A special thank you to my special person, my wife. Thank you Trudy for all you do!

What readily comes to mind is the ‘please’ and ‘ thank you’s’ spoken and or written in appreciation of something that has been done, is being done or will be done. These two words are very weighty. They tend to motivate and encourage. They show appreciation. They dispense love. Love conquers all. Love will make moss grow on a stone.

Many times, we forget to say thank you. By that singular act of omission, we deflate a relationship or someone’s morale.

Men are very guilty of this act. When was the last time you said thank you to your spouse for changing the sheets? When was the last time you said thank you to your spouse for changing your bath towel? For organizing your drawers? For waiting up to see you home safely? You wrongly assume it is your God given right to act as Lord and Savior of the house?

To the ladies (I prefer the word ladies) when was the last time you mouthed a thank you? I understand the nagging (oops! I am in trouble) but that “thank you” after lovemaking will boost his ego. He will wake up with a smile and a sprint in his step. His productivity at work will shoot up. He will become what you have always envisioned. A loving husband.

Aside these two words of please and thank you, there are those little things that cause people to hide; to run into shells; to practically withdraw from their people; to fall even into depression. These are are little things that you assume do not matter. These are little things that you take for granted. These are little things that deflate the self confidence of others.

Think about these little things. Do not read for reading sake nor read because #SILENTNOISES wrote another article. Read to share and make a change.

I love you all.

Now the day is over.
The moon brightens the day.
Mumbo jumbo
The sun shines through torrential rain
The owl flies in the sun
The ant lifts the elephant
The lion runs from the hen
Chaos exits as peace
Hand over heart…

…They started
Handed over to us
You let go of your end
We held onto our end
For we believed in us
But you believed in you
We tried
We have cried
No more fears
Dried up tears
Unkown years
Understand if you are one
Plead no meaning if you are the one
We pray you understand
We have to let you go
For good
And our good.
#SILENTNOISES (C) KwasiNtemMensah2016

Dad, I wrote you this letter 3 years ago. Sir, within that 3 years a lot has taken place. Your grandkids are sweet. Your daughter-in-law is a real commander.(just like mommy). I realised those who claimed to be “my people” were not my people. I learnt to move on and affect and infect lives positively. I walk in your shoes and MC at events. I am done though. No more.
On Father’s day this year, I present to you the latest. Two in a row. I graduated from PSEE and have also been made a Goodwill Ambassador for the Manchester Public Schools. It means more work for the greater good of mankind.
I still Trust in God.
I miss you and Mom everyday.
And Dad? I Love you. Thank you very much!

LETTER TO MY DAD
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 behaviour 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.

We live for our society. We live for those around us. It is those around us that shape us. We are affected by the people we associate with. Likewise, we affect and infect others in many ways. Many ways. How do you have an effect someone? Ask yourself. I pray it is good.

Hard truth. I had to come to reality with myself this morning. I had a hearty no holds barred talk with my preparatory school mate. We are linked by social media.

In this life, we are each other’s keeper. We are supposed to watch out for each other. We do what we do to make the world a better place. No man is an island. If it were so there would be no need for the professions. It is great to help or be there for one another. (The VANDALS of Commonwealth Hall exhibit this easily).

But in order for this to succeed, put yourself in the shoes of the other person. Would you want to be treated the same way you are treating him/her? Ponder over it? Are you being fair to yourself? In your mind switch places. Put yourself on the receiving end. Do you like that feeling? I guess not

Think before you act. Do unto others……

Whom do you call a friend?
Why do you call that person a friend?
What attributes do you see in that person that made you call them a friend?
Do they have your interest at heart?
Will their decisions benefit you?
Can you rely on them?
Does society expect you to call and have them as friends?

I have friends and I have friends. I have that calibre of friends who love me for me. They love me despite my faults. They love me even if you don’t love me. I have friends who admonish me when I go wrong. They quickly without fear (of the Major) put me right. Others just would smile at me through clenched teeth. I have friends I would do my all to put a smile on their face. I would do it without asking for money. I respect these friends to the maximum.

Some friends evolve into relations( like brothers or sisters but nevercousins). They go above and beyond any reason or comprehension known to man. These are the marvelous friends. Their names are always on your lips.

There are friends who bring tears to the eyes. It is said that when the fool becomes wise,  the game tends to be over  (s3 okwasia ni ti a, na agoro no 3gu)
I can go on and on but then the question is are you a friend for a reason or a season? Did you become a friend for life or you became a friend for riches; the better life? These are my questions to You.
I am only a messenger
I have come to deliver

This article was written a year ago. To date.

#SILENTNOISES

Facebook question: What is on your mind?

A prez who claims to be elected according to God’s will.
A mayor who claims recognition as the world’s best mayor.
A group of sycophantic praise singers who see only good even when it is bad and killing.
A group of myopic thinking followers who are equally psychotic and hypocrites and sycophants.

What shall it profit a Prez to make promises that cannot be fulfilled?
How come a Prez issues directives and they are not followed? Who is in charge? Who is who? The battle is the Lord’s. It has just began.
A mayor who lacks development initiatives and is more focused on giving speeches and receiving fanfool awards is worse than a dead goat. You sit and wallow in wanton abandonment of duty and you call it glory. I hope the gory scenes excite you.
I pray your myopic supporters do not blame the street fellow your lapses. Lapses that have been created with the looting of the taxpayers money. Blood and sweat money. I blame you and the NCCE for all this.
Take a bold step. Admit you are in the wrong. We will not kill you. We will as Ghanaians help you to do right. Do not take us for fools for when we cry to our God, He will put you to shame. Yes, the battle is the Lord’s. You see how he has put you to shame during your conference of bigots and hypocrites. The battle is the Lord’s.
We are Ghanaians. The progress of the nation is our concern. You swore from childhood to be faithful and loyal. You promised to uphold and cherish honesty. You asked God to bless the country. You did all this only to turn aound and rape erratically an OFY lady. Next year she would be 59. No sympathy at all.

Let it be known to all men that these men have the blood of the departed- not only in these floods but all other floods and disasters-on their heads. They are guilty of murder.
The battle is still the Lord’s.

#SILENTNOISES 06042015

Saturday morning.
In my couch. Doing some work. Then I was struck. In my mind. Questions. I seek answers. Help. Help.
Spiritual fathers! Spiritual mothers! Spiritual sons and daughters! Spiritual relations!
Are we worshiping humans or God?
Have we deviated from the path?
Are we carving a new path to Spirituality for ourselves?
Are we being led astray by the shepherds?
Verily verily I say unto YOU, leave the flock then and seek your Father. There are others like you who will join You!
I am only a messenger
I have come to deliver
#SILENTNOISES

I dedicate this piece to the CEO and Visionary of 4Ever Nat Farms, Terry Komla Kwakuyi. Blessings Always

“Who keeps you warm at night?”
“Hmmmmm. Excuse me please”
I said who keeps you warm at night?
This came from one ……

She simply loved people. People flocked. She did not wear her piety on her sleeve but she revered men of the cloth. She was married too. She never poked her nose into people’s affairs but she knew everyone’s history and geography.  She had only one aim…

They are the best of friends. They do everything together. Their wives are now best of friends. Next a plot was hatched….

Is it hate? Is it jealousy? Is it sheer human nature to envy someone when they are moving up? Why can’t people simply accept that we are all of a different cloth? This attitude is so prevalent in our Ghanaian society.  I am moving too fast. Can one person embody everything on this earth? I am yet to meet such person. I am stymied. Yes, I can’t go on. (I stopped on the 5th of May. To be continued)

I have friends. Some are school mates. We have all got to  a point in life I believe nature has now categorized us.  In truth some are needy. Others live flashy lifestyles. They deserve it. They worked for it. I applaud them. Do they look down on others or do they do their philanthropical bit their own way? Are they people or not?

Now, when your fellow human is hurting and needs help, what do you do? You do nothing and yet you call the person your brother or sister? (my bp is at the corner). People are not people. Somebody tries to climb the ladder and instead of helping, all you do is bring them down? Now take a deep breath. You go to the your pastor complaining about somebody at your workplace. Have you taken time to take a retrospective look at your workplace ethics? Are you a team player or what? What if they also choose to go to their pastor? Are the pastors serving different (G)(g)ods? People are not people.

People should be people. Live the God you espouse. Live the truth. Live with an open conscience. Live with an aim for posterity to judge you for the better. People should be people. Live with the aim of people saying and testifying to good things about you. Even the positives from one person is enough.

If people are not people, please I beg you to be YOU!