My Healthy Lifestyle 2017

This article was first published in 2016. I am repeating it for a reason. We need to rewire our attitudinal thinking in all spheres of life. Enjoy reading and please share.

Total deviation. Health issues but no Doctor. Just plain common sense. I sat in thought. I shrugged it off. I continued. It was all about me. I had little care in the world. Was it really about me or it was youthful exuberance? Yeah, some are untold stories but charley, a lot of the action was wrong. Today I am paying for it. Others are also in the same soup but Jah dey.
Very often in our lives, we take things for granted.
First, when we are young we engage in certain lifestyles thinking it is an accreditation for freedom. The “cut cut”, khebabs, drinks that we consume in the name of good living. No exercise. Staying up late doing unnecessary things. Above all engaging in worthless debates/arguments that only serve to serve as a catalyst to destroying our internal organs. We have organs in us that make the music of life. When those organs are out of tune, we fall sick. When they break down we die. Do you know we are different? That your metabolism is different from mine? That is why we don’t look alike but certain things in these bodies of ours work alike. Keep on reading. Do not stop.
Some are fortunate and decide from day one to lead healthy lifestyles. Some tune in along the way. Some of us too, we sit legs outstretched laughing at them. They will live long. When we depart at an early age, our people and friends will attribute it to spiritualism. Somebody in our village did vodoo on us to eliminate us they would say. I laugh. In this day of enlightenment, we attribute our stupidity and idiocy to vodoo. Ok ok. Do the right thing; live the right way and when something happens, then the fingerpointing can start. How many times do we go for checkups? In as much as we hear a lot of these ailments are hereditary, what attempts have we made at prolonging our lives?
Either it is an attempt to woo that lady or to siphon that gentleman’s cash off him like gasoline/petrol. It is in attempt to attend the most parties in a year.
I looked at myself today. I listened to my breathing. I am not happy. Very good friends constantly urge me on my weight loss journey. I have not adhered to my regime. I am the only one who can do it. Can you? Will you?
Email me. Text me. Let us motivate one another. Let us eat healthy. Let us do the right thing. Let us ask HE who created us to help us. Though we have the will, we need His strength to forge through. I want to still talk to you. I want you to continue reading and sharing my articles. I want to live. Healthy.
I love you.
Blessings Always

Ps. Never hesitate to ask me how I am doing because I will ask you too.

CyberSocialism

Social media sensationalism.
Greetings. Another Friday. I love social media. It is like being surrounded by a bank of computers and being fed with all sorts of news. At once!
I simply love the way we grab onto a topic and make some hullabaloo. After 2 or 3 days, we start another one. SENSATIONALISM!
We need to address issues and see them to a fruitful conclusion not like that half baked bread. (can you imagine?)
I love Whatsapp. I love their platform experience but it’s a nuisance at times. It has allowed for mates, friends, siblings, ex-lovers, would be lovers, enemeies, frenemies to share a common platform of cyber socialisation. A cyber walk in a cyber park. We gift and share cakes. We share beers and whiskeys (nsem wo world). At times it is just a load of ….being shared. Irrelevant stuff. But then if what you like is what I like I would have a brassiere on my b…
From Facebook to Whatsapp, maybe Twitter and LinkeDIn, now everyone preaches. I don’t want to know how much you love God. Stop telling me every day. I would rather you live God in your life. Yes live Him. What have you done that would show you to be your brother’s keeper?
Morning afternoon evening night.
Empower someone. Encourage someone.
I have showed you love. You too
SHOW LOVE!
I am yours truly
#SILENTNOISES

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Love for sale

‘Tis very real and true
Love is for sale
Hurry lest the ship sets sail
I want you on board, Mr Male
We will not allow any mail
There is no internet; so no e-mail
We are inviting every single female
You are excited.
This is no ordinary love
It only for those who have
Cos ”tis Love for sale
Money is the binding equipment
Money is the solvent and soluble
Money will open the Gate of Enjoyment
Money will make sure you say nonsense
In response to idiocy
Money will turn the tables
She will wear the pants
He will wear the Kaba and slit
It will be a flamboyant slit
After all it is love for sale
Not even in the supermarket
Not even for character
Not even for the companionship
Simply simplistically fundamentally
Put
It is Love for sale.
No love. Just for the ish!

(C)01112017kntemmensah

 

A letter to my father 2017

Hello Dad,
how are you sir? and your beautiful wife? I mean my mother! We have not communicated in along while. How is Nana and Auntie Rene? There is so much to tell you. At a point I believe your jaw will drop. Yes I mean drop.
Where would you want me to start from? family matters or Ghana matters? Choose
Dad, I have finally deleted your 026 number from my contact list. I tried sending you a WhatsApp message only to realize you are not on there. WhatsApp, Instagram, Snapchat are among the “in things” for social media today. I wish we could communicate more often through social media. The world is now a digital global image. It gives credence to the saying “Small World”.
Dad, your friend is now the president of Ghana. He persisted brutal. The people were also tired. They clamored for change.
Sad news. Some folk of a town called Denkyira-Obuasi stoned an army Captain to death. Gidigidi like that ooooo. He was promoted to Major posthumously. He left behind two boys. Hmmmmm. Dad, he will miss Father’s Day. His boys will miss him. His wife will not cook any special meal for him. Please when reading this letter don’t tell Mom about this sad happening. Which brings me to family matters.
I will start with the news of me being in the hospital first.
Yeah! I am free. I said it. Please be rest assured. I have changed my diet and now try to exercise daily. Slim things. I am capable of laughing now and please join me in always giving thanks to God Almighty. I know you and mom are not ready for me. Yet.
Now achievements. I brought home another certificate. Your boy made Honor role. (Not me) The girls are just rocking it. When I say the girls, you know what and who I mean, right? As for Trudy, her patience and strength is amazing.
Dad, my dream of writing is being fulfilled. Though some guys tried to put me down, some other guys propped me up gigantically. I also took up a position as the Managing Editor for an Online Media Outlet. Please type in http://www.GAJReport.com for the most authoritative and authentic Ghanaian American News.
Dad, in truth I miss you. I miss you very much. There are times I wish you were around so we could just sit and chat. Do debates. Assimilate your knowledge. Today is Father’s Day. God has taken your place. Though I miss you, HE comforts like no other. HE talks to me always and is so loving. HE tells me you are in a better place and doing well. Do not get misty in your eyes when you read this letter. Just know that my siblings and I, will forever uphold your name. Wherever you are, we will make you proud always. Kisses to mum and sir, Happy Father’s Day!

Your son
Kwasi Mensah (Don Major) aka #SILENTNOISES

Is this Life?

And it was in the cool of the night.
The sun had roasted the earth.
Many wished for the rain
But it was too warm for even a drizzle.
Even it was cumbersome to talk on a phone,
It was just chatting on different platforms.
Each claimed to love as brothers and sisters
Beautiful reading thoughts expressed
Nothing but stone wrapped in Candy wrapping
Finally, sleep crawled into the eyes
Souls given to the Creator to keep.
“I spoke to him last”
“he was my best friend”
“was he sick? How come we did not know?”
Too late.
No tears. No tears.
The crack of dawn brings light to the eyes.
It is the light of life.
What life?
Which life?

©592017kntemmensah

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