Author: #SilentNoises ~knm

I am very grateful to my Creator for bringing me this far. On the occasion of my 600th follower, I applaud each and everyone of you.  600 readers! You are fabulous! You have encouraged me and goaded me on. You have proved to the naysayers that it can be done and really, it is being done. Remember, one day the Charcoal seller’s child will wear a WHITE shirt. Let no one tell you it cannot be done. Perseverance and Dedication is key in all that we set out to do. It is all about rewiring our attitudinal thinking.  I thank you all so much. One Love

Now to business.

The urgency to reawaken our attitudinal thinking is on. It is an ongoing dialogue.
Featuring in my next articles will be a special focus on The Ministry for Gender and Children and kominini; National Road Safety Commission and the Surge of Alcoholic Advertisements on TV. Last but not the least will be why churches are putting up magnificent buildings instead of setting up Trust Funds to benefit individuals, hospitals and schools.
I am #SILENTNOISES and by God’s grace I will make noise for the not so privileged.
Blessings Always
#SILENTNOISES

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My wife and kids convinced me I needed to go to the beach with them. It took a bit of cajoling but then I drove. I was very cautious about taking her van because she has bad tyres. We took my truck. We played the latest hiplife songs as we drove along. My daughters sung along to VVIP’s Skolom. We arrived at the beach an hour and some minutes later. There were many entrances where we could have entered on foot but we chose to drive in and park to unpack our goodies.

On this trip to the beach were the Ewe Association of Ct. They are a lively bunch. Jokes flew around like snow on a wintery  April day.  These were a decent matured crowd with well behaved children. Children born in America to Ghanaian parents and well behaved.

Two things caught my attention at the beach. People were confident in their skin. In as much as I do not condone obesity (i am doing my best to lose weight), I saw people walk confidently around. Compared to my size, then I would be labelled as malnourished. They walked with their spouses, hand in hand, head held high. They were confident. Why can’t you be confident? What is It that you lack? Why do you allow others to break you down? In swimwear, I saw big people stride by in confidence.  What prevents you from doing same even when clothed? All it takes is decent dressing and good hygiene. Not sagging pants and dress shirts not tucked in.

The second thing that caught my eye was the number of families. They were everywhere. Even newborns. You and I would choose to stay indoors to watch a movie. Get out. Spend family time. We have become customised to working non stop; picking up extra hours as they become available. We miss the opportunities; the doors wide open to enable us build relationships with our families and good friends.

As you read this article, I encourage and motivate YOU to be Confident in yourself. Nobody can do that for you. With your newfound confidence, build a relationship.

I love you all!

This article is dedicated to #TheRudeAwakening; Papayefm.com RasKimono and all panelists.

I have been advocating for change. Change that is positive. Change that is beneficial to humanity. Change that would look at the past and fashion a way in the present that would impact the future. Change that is not engineered to line my pockets or that of my friends.

Some refuse to see beyond the tip of their noses. Some simply refuse to think. (I wonder what the head is used for). Some simply have a conscience. They think right. Are you one of such?

In one way or the other, you can bring about change. Many avenues. Many doors. Don’t be quick to condemn. When you don’t have the expertise in the field, allow those who have it to do the work. It will never diminish your dignity. The fingers are not equal in length.  Let change emanate from your corner; from your know how; from your comfort zone.

This is my zone. I will write. I will debate. I will think positive. It will be done.

#SILENTNOISES

My ears tingle and my eyes dance as I write on this subject. I figure you are thinking more along family lines. You are wrong. Let me take a deep breathe here. I am most grateful to my Creator for He never took His eyes off me. Not even for a micro second.

My brother!! My brother is he who is there for me. My brother does not need to be a blood relation. My brother does not need to see me or talk to me everyday. He will never put me down. He will never scheme or plot my downfall because he loves me. My brother loves me. The keyword here is LOVE. For if there be no biological bond, nor pyhsical bond, then what am I raving about? His love for me supersedes his love for himself. He is there for me. He will build me up like a mason putting up a house; solidifying his blocks or bricks with mortar to make that house withstand time.

It takes a lot to be called a brother. I would have mentioned my brothers. I have two biological brothers who are also my brothers. Then I have those who claim brotherhood yet would plot and seek my downfall. Still there are those who would put a dime to a dollar and push me on to achieve that dream. All they seek from me is that brotherhood where they can tell their children in all confidence “he is your uncle”.
But then I ask “why’? Where did we go wrong as a people? Why the constant craze to destroy others? Definitely, we are not of the same cloth hence, I can never be like you. Our upbringing is totally different and unless you have the foresight and will to change your ill-fated destiny, then I can only withdraw and watch you dig your own pit. It is so sad, that after your evil machinations, then you show me the rest of your brown and green colored teeth.

I will continue to be your brother when the need arises but never to satisfy your insatiable wants. I will do right by what the good Books say. I will endeavor to live with a clean conscience that would permit my pillow to stay silent at night. I pray and urge you to change. Only you can tell yourself to change. Get out of yourself, take a look at yourself and what you have been up to. Now advise yourself.

I am only a messenger!
I have come to deliver.

08042015 KwasiNtemMensah

Hmmm. I am still figuring out how to start this article. Every word counts. Pardon me. Please. I am really sorry.

Right there! Those words. They are the basis of this article. The foundation stones. Nothing stops you from saying “I am sorry” or ” we are sorry”. It is not dehumanizing. It is rather a humble act that strenghthens bonds that have been built over time. Some are so Self conceited they find it demeaning and a lowering of their self proclaimed dignity to say such. Some think the plateau upon which they rest is the pinnacle upon which they will reside forever. They forget that what goes up must surely come down. As we walk or run, whichever way; when we make a mistake, let us pause to say “I am sorry”.

A lot of hurt can be avoided. A lot of sensationalism can be avoided. Unnecessary drama will be shelved. Perceptions will be debunked. New territories will be explored. Grounds will be gained, if in all modesty one can admit; acknowledge their shortcomings and apologize.

Admitting to, when you are wrong makes you very human. None of us are perfect. It helps us to learn and become better people. When we apologize for our shortcomings, especially in domestic matters, it brings a sense of binding unforetold. Our spouses give off their best when those three magical words are said. (I can bet you would be in for a treat). Admitting you are wrong  does not make you less of a human. It rather makes you an admirable human. Think deeply. The number of partnerships (business and personal) that could have been saved if only…

I am told integrity is at stake. Yes it is. At times, you play the compromise role for peace to reign. The truth always stands. No matter how hard you try in  hiding the truth, it finds a way of erecting itself. In that trust me for even though you extend that hand, one day the truth will out. Society will then appreciate you for who you are and what you did.  People see. People take notice. People …

Remember as you read and enjoy; as you are cajoled into thinking; as you rewire your own attitudinal thinking, share with someone and cause a Change.

After all , it is those little things…

First posted a year to date.

I have decided to touch on the dodgy subject of Respect. It is said Respect is earned not deserved. You might posit Respect goes with a title but I do not agree. When one is in a position of respect, it is only how they carry themselves that earns them that respect. Hence, you would find people disrespecting an otherwise esteemed office.
It is the way we carry ourselves that earns us respect. Some will argue that money earns respect. To an extent. Actually it will earn you “fanfool respect’ and useless friends.
Even the way we dress earns us respect. No matter how worn out your clothes, once you are well groomed and properly attired, you garner respect.
Now with respect comes tolerance. Absolute tolerance. I used to be on a short leash. Today I look back on some insults and smile within. To understand the layman, at times you have to kowtow to their standard. I remember when I was advised to go to school and earn a doctorate degree. That same person advised me to learn English as a language and travel in bourgeois circles. My day was made. I have since refused to discuss my educational background. My tolerance of that uncouth behavior during and subsequently, made this person to respect more. I rose above. I believe we must all live as one for the simple reason that none will live forever. Each is bound to depart this earth plane.
Diction of language plays a vital role in earning respect. When you go guns blazing with choice words, the people around you tend to stare and condemn you. On the other hand, a carefully worded response not only draws admiration and respect but gives you secret admirers.
Most often, front desk workers are the easy and worst culprits. That is what we all say but in reality, you and I are the real culprits. We are our own front desk workers.
Let us take a minute to sit and reflect on our lives; our doings; our actions. This life that we boast about is not ours. We are only caretakers. We will pass away one day. Do you want to be remembered as arrogant and disrespectful or loving, tolerant, respected and respectful?

I am only a messenger.
I have come to deliver.
#SILENTNOISES

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……