#SilentNoises ~knm

These days it is easy to come across people dancing for no reason. Also the best place to get good dancers these days is in the church. There is total abandonment. There it is allowed for one to dance erotically while mentally ravishing one another. All in the name of the Creator. It is when you are allowed to do whatever you wish that you contribute largely without complaints, to the pastor.

In the beginning we heard he was full of ‘annoyance’ and had ordered the cedi to rise. He was so ‘annoyed’ that he overprayed. I daresay by this pastor’s powerful voice, today the Ghanaian cedi has risen and is enjoying so much freedom it is dancing. Not even a known dance but an amalgamation of dances being choreographed by our very own Mayama.

Why is the cedi running? It is simply gut wrenching. How? What happened? One dollar equates to four cedis fifty pesewas. Saaaajeewaa!!!! I am very sure by the time you read this article it might be nearer the five cedis mark. Before I continue , let me say this. it looks the cedi Is appreciating against the major currencies? Is it a fluke or is it for real? People in positions must finally be sitting up and working.

Investors and would be investors are crying. With the irregular power supply and crazy runaway cedis, investors are dancing musical chairs in order to succeed. They have become master jugglers. They prefer to dance with the black marketeers who have a knack for predicting economies around the world than the so called economists. The banks are clueless and are in a quagmire.

For me, I pray the cedi dances back to the starting point. If and if it gets tired and rests at its current location, Ghana will be in a deep hole. It has to come back. Make up a new dance that will entice it to come back. when you do pray, pray and ask and do not command by the power of your voice!

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

(c) 072015KwasiNtemMensah

this article was written and published in 07/2015.

‘Servant of God’, ‘Man of God’ the archbishop, bishop, papa, whatever. Titles. God gave each and everyone of us brains. He made none stupid. When we as a people, sit and allow a person and or persons to massage our God given intelligence to assuage their swollen egos then, I beg ……..
Naturally, I should be proud and live by this statement made by this bigoted being since it favors the men. Apuuuuu! I promised myself, my wife would smile at all times. I would cook and clean and be a partner, not a boss. We sat in the same lecture rooms and received degrees on the same day. I saw her being cut three, yes three times to deliver our kids. My mother and aunties toiled tirelessly. I choose to defend womanhood. I will do it till my last breathe. In a novel by Aminata Sow Fall, women are seen as their own enemies. This is a Senegalese, African novel.
I don’t care when this speech was made by this man. It should not have been made. At all. It smacks of male chauvinism. The bible is being twisted just as the law is interpreted according to the judge.
Continue your defence of mediocrity; we, K Amigosten Amoah and others will continue to strive to remove the hooded blanket over your eyes.
Let the wise read and take note accordingly.
I remain, also a servant of God. He hath sent me.

#RESPECTTHEWOMAN
#THETRUTHSTANDS

#SILENT NOISES

This article was written in 2014.

Life is too short
Don’t mind me
I have never seen life
But you and I are life
I don’t care if you don’t talk
Nor write
Knowing that you read is enough for me
Life is too short
If then you choose to delete,
I would not know
In my heart I shared with you
That gives me happiness.
One life to live they say
And then
You only live once!!

Blessings Always
#SILENTNOISES

Part 1:

Take a deep breathe.
Be anywhere in any posture.
Clear your mind
Ask yourself. “What am I good at?”
You are strong willed and positive.
Are you a motivation to others? How?
Are you an inspiration to others? How? Fear is Courage.
Self Doubt is knowing what you are capable of.
Seek no one’s approval.
What is your goal?
Before you can motivate and inspire anyone, you have to do it for yourself.
Do not bow to the voices outside. Listen to yourself. Propel yourself to propel others.

Part 2:

More often than not, we ask ourselves why we are losing friends or why someone is gaining friends.
We have not taken the time to meditate on a few simple facts of life.. We are what people see. We are marketing ourselves every day we go out there. Just like you and I shy away from shoddy goods, so do true meaning people; discerning folk refuse to accommodate any whimsical characters.
Attacking people based on their beliefs and or principles is simply obnoxious. Some people do have what is called a conscience and simply refuse to do what is known morally and socially to be wrong. Some people simply refuse to take advantage of the ignorance of others to champion their personal gains. Our words are previous thoughts. These words then turn into action which in turn over a period become habits. If you did not know, habits eventually become Character.
Take time to digest this article and meditate on YOU. Meditate on your words-actions-habits-Character.
Your well being affects all around you. When your being becomes sick, you lose genuine friends. {please read article on Friends by same writer}.
I leave you with the words of Frank Outlaw “Watch your Character, it becomes your destiny.”

Blessings Always
I am #SILENTNOISES

The stadium was filled to capacity. Everyone was shouting themselves hoarse. All chanting one name. His name. He is a legend. Many had come just to see him in his element. Even those students, who were in the stadium but walking around its periphery, were now rushing in. The race would be over in just under fifteen seconds.
Runners on your marks; get set; POW!!! Crack of the pistol
The 200 meters finals would take place after the 100 meters finals. Two out of those running in the 100 meters would be running in the 200 meters finals too. This is going to be mad crazy.
The stadium was ablaze. He had won again. People were dancing with ecstasy.
Wait! What? Why? He won’t run in the 200 finals? What was wrong? Was he hurt? Why? Why? Why?
The answer was all over. He said he was out. Washed out. If he did, he would run on empty. He told his coaches the truth. He had nothing to give out at that time. He was empty. He had been bold to say it.
To admit when you are empty is not assign of defeat. It is rather a sign of a great person. Oftentimes we run on empty. Running on empty does not mean being out of ideas but also out of steam. The vigor/vim might have died down.
Know it and say it. Admit it. You are empty. You feel it. Anything could be the cause.
Tiredness; Lack of Support; Stress; Hunger; Gluttony; Lack of motivation; Incessant bashing.
I admit. I feel empty. It has been wonderful writing for you all. I will be back when I am full.
I take a bow! I am still and always will be #SILENTNOISES.

Television and Radio in Ghana has come a long way. Very long way indeed. From when I began to watch the Sanyo black and white TV to today, all I can say is Hmmmmm.  Then I was the TV remote. I had to slap that TV in order to change channels. How many were there? As for radio it was all about GBC Two on that box of an Akasanoma Pre-set radio. The voices of Charlie Sam, Godwin Avernorgbor, Tommy Annan-Forson and co. TV had newsreaders like Tina Moses, Beatrice Aidoo and co. That was then. Fast forward to democratic dispensation. In comes Radio Eye. Start of Brouhahaha.

Are there No Adults in town? Is there none to advise? Then for what reason do you claim Godliness in your lives? Out of respect I would be very mindful of my words. I figured to be called an Adult, connoted a sense of responsibility to that being. Argue that the laws of the land limit your ability to reprimand and I will dare to ask what  you have  done to repeal that law? Once again the churches are guilty. The houses of worship are guilty. All they care about is your contributions, tithes and offerings.

Why are the TV channels and Radio stations inundated with so many adverts of alcoholic products? They sponsor major programs on both TV and Radio. Why? Is this what we are preparing our future leaders for? A life of drunkenness and irresponsibility? No wonder marriages break down easily these days. Now women are even wont to down glasses of alcohol easily. When you see and hear about something over a period of time, you tend to believe and out of curiosity, try it. You convince yourself it is good for you and you become addicted. Is it the revenue to be gained from such adverts that has led us to throw our senses to the dogs?

You drink and drive. A life is lost due to recklessness.

You drink and work at your accounting books. Mistakes galore. You cause financial loss to …

You drink and go to perform a surgery. You cut the wrong body part and maim someone for life.

You are a judge and a noted drunk. Justice is thrown to the dogs..

You drink and become a leader… Your people are doomed.  That is what is happening today. Are there no Adults to say enough is enough?

What is the essence of that Ministry whose boss is a Kakai dancer?  I believe their mandate is the well being of the children and all gender. Children I say are a gift and must be brought up properly in that one day they can take over from where we have left off.  But then what are they doing to curb this social canker? I solemnly fear if care is not taken, we would have none but ourselves to blame. O lest I forget, it would affect our offspring first. So I urge you, as you read this article, call your MP, your Pastor, a community leader and make your voice heard. Put out petitions. Speak Out! You are the change!

I have learnt to rely absolutely on God.
I try to be happy at all times except when I have to put someone right.
Never be down. Drown yourself in soul uplifting songs especially of praise.
Ask God, to show you what your aim is on this earth. He will not answer as you want but it will be a gradual realization; a new dawn. You will walk into it.

THE PARABLE OF THE FOOTPRINTS.

The ultimate. Do not ask me. Yours. Mine. Ours if it is a joint venture. The ultimate. Wet cement roads. Slippery clay roads. Quick sand roads. Grassy roads. Becareful lest you slip on the clay road and hurt yourself, or you get stuck in that wet cement or you sink in that quick sand. Stay on the grassy road. No footprints to be seen. Destination assured.

How good it is to sit and dine. Virginity of minds encircling a table. Purity of hearts sharing love. Stability of gaits devoid of Bacchus water. Full. Thoughts and composure. Full. Compassion. I pray it continues. Dream or wake? God be my help.

Finally, I ask which of your friends today knew of your birth years ago? How many of them stood by waiting to welcome you? As we knew not of our birth, so do we know not of our departure. Grieve not. Be happy. Live and let The Good Lord live in you.
I share with you that you may smile and be upright.

It is a new month.
It is the 9th month.
We thank God.
I pray that all troubled hearts be renewed this September.
I pray that all sickness, ailments, anything in the negative be left behind in August.
I pray for renewed and restored Trust in God.
I pray that He who is, shall grant us peace and Love. That He will guide our steps. That He will protect us and give us the insight to do what is right by His Holy Names.
I pray that all who encounter you, shall leave fulfilled having shared with them gifts from your Father.
I pray that our prayer be acceptable and may He seal same in His Holy Names.
Amen. Amen. Amen

Blessings Always
#SILENTNOISES

Growing up, going to church was a joy. We would be given money for the collection bowl/offertory time which invariably would end up in the hands of the iced cream seller. The bold ones opted for bananas and peanuts. Some went for roasted corn and peanuts..

Aside of that, we held the church edifice in awe. We were scared of the parish priest. The solemn look on his face and the jerk in his gait put some fear into you the child. We saw the church as the house of God and walked in with reverence. It was a simple structure devoid of luxury. It was a simple building. We were scared to talk and spoke in whispers. Woe unto you, if your parents or friends of your parents saw you talking during service irrespective of the time. The message preached then was always of salvation and acts of Godliness. Hell was spoken of with fear. All strived and pleaded with God for forgiveness of sins. The parish priest drove us unto that narrow path of righteousness. For us kids it was tough. Seldom was God’s name mentioned or that of His son, Jesus The Christ. Reverence was held for the Names of God.

Today. The message is two fold. The first talks about the coming of Jesus and the need to build him a house. The need to part with a tenth of your earnings in order for God to bless you. The need to sow seeds into the pastors lives in order for your life to blossom. The second message is all about prosperity and vanity. It is intertwined into the first. People have been brainwashed into committing acts they would never have done as sane beings. The bible has been used as a tool to shut the eyes of well meaning people to the truth. Today we build structures to house The Good Lord. We build edifices. If He is coming, then of what use are these structures and its super luxurious  interior decorations? Would it not have been wise to adopt a hospital ward if not a town clinic in the hinterland and provide endless supplies to the less privileged? Would it not be Godly if you healed by way of the hospitals?

Imagine.! All the churches in Ghana with their numerous branches worldwide. Imagine instead of lavishing money and material things on the pastor, decided to lavish money and hospital supplies on adopted hospitals and or wards?

I weep. I am in anguish. We claim piety but alas we are astray. We need to get back on that narrow path.

Let us rewire our attitudinal thinking. We can do it.

I am only a messenger.

I have come to deliver.

As he stood on the platform, his back to the sycophantic babies with sharp teeth, he asked himself ” is it worth another 4 years?”
The answer came to him as he noticed two things- a “t” shirt bearing the name of his predecessor against 2016.
The second was the posters around asking “who killed the peacemaker?”

He jumped and with one finger in the air screamed ” I can’t think far!”

#SILENTNOISES
Vote wisely!

15 athletes. 16 officials. Please correct me if I am wrong. What did they go to do? Collect per diem as usual. Nansins! What is the use of the sports ministry- to oversee the GFA? Not blaming any Govt. Just saying.
2020 too? What will happen? No sporting discipline to excel in? In fact our leaders should stop traveling to these foreign meetings and conferences. They virtually learn nothing. That is why we as a nation are at a standstill.

And now. Everybody is free to do as they like!
Damn it! I can’t think far!
#SILENTNOISES