#SilentNoises ~knm

So I thought. Chin in palm I reflected. What was wrong? Could we right the wrong? It looks like the approach is always wronging ( is there such a word) the wrong.

You are wondering what I am writing about. I will get to the point. I know you are still reading. I will pose the questions. I will provide an answer. I want YOU to think and get on your feet.

Here we go. Soon it will be her birthday.  Is she in the mood to celebrate?  Why is she so sad and forlorn? Her dress in tatters.  A mother is toiling yet there is no fruit to show. Her children. The very young ones are so money conscious. Is it the oppulent lifestyle displayed by their senior brothers and sisters? Are good examples being set? With no sweat and toil, you can eat cake. Chandelier cake. It is ok to do so. After all Aunty Kakai did. Kakai means fearsome!!. It is ok. Manna still falls. Children become leaders and talk down on their elders. Did they suffer to enjoy such wealth? Go and ask those small boys who just throw their weight about ( charlie now dem put on weight papa. No longer fianga hungry boys)

59 years down the line, we cannot boast of decent trauma centers located around the country.  The doctors migrate like GYEEDA. Akonfem (guinea fowls) crossing the border. We cannot boast of ambulance services covering the length, nooks and crannies of the country.  We cannot boast of quality education (charlie graphic no dey force again koraa). We cannot boast of a decent policy in the interest of the nation. Is there nothing to boast about?(one Ayigbe expletive)

We can boast of visiting accident victims; descending from the sky like Superman in helicopters. We can boast of buying vehicles for journalists. We can boast of rebranding of buses. We can boast of wanton abuse of state resources for personal gain. We can boast of schools under trees ( if it rains no school). We can boast of road networks that are like obstacle courses. We can boast of lack of patriotism. We can boast of gross mismanagement. We can boast of eating Houphet Boigny chocolates. We can boast of shutting down our own Cocoa processing plants! (I am sure Tetteh Q wished he had taken the Cocoa beans to Malaysia)

In short we can boast of something. Nothing. ( one Ga expletive)

It is rather amazing for a country with a so called bad economy, the majority of the people manage to find time to engage in frolicking activities especially the consumption of Fire water (alcohol). I digress.

59 years. When I wrote the poem “Tears at 58”, some bashed me. I wrote the poem “The dayafter” hoping against logic that it would be well at 59. I have written “My birthday” to celebrate Ghana’s 59th Independence. There is the need to rejuvenate patriotism (big word) . There is the need to change our thinking. If we change our thinking, then our ways will change. If our ways change, I bet you Ghana at 60 will be beautiful .  Let us rewire our attitudinal thinking.

“God bless our homeland Ghana…..”
Let the words of the anthem mean something to you. Why do you lift aloft the flag? Would you rape your mother? Think of Ghana as your mother. She has given you a sweet identity. You are proud to be called Ghanaian ( see the smile on your face as you read this part). You have something unique. Let us join hands. Let us become one. We might be of different political alignments (I thought only cars had alignments) but we are all Ghanaians and I believe we all love our Country.

Let us be one! Mina mia wo deka! Ny3 ha ni wo f3 3komae! Moma y3 nye baako!

Say it if you cannot sing it. Each time we say or sing it, You and Iinvoke God’s blessings on our country Ghana.
“God bless our homeland Ghana..”

This piece is dedicated to Ghana’s unsung heroes ( both departed and living) and my Hon Gentlemen of M4.

I am wandering
Along stony paths
Along winding rivers
It only sends shivers

I need no sympathy
Though you are wondering
Why I walk in my mind

I only seek what is sought
It is only in my thought
‘cos I have to think
through the well of the ink
I hope it is does not run dry
‘cos then I would cry

I want answers
Yet they elude me in the fog
Or do I need a guide dog
Education is good enough
It is deemed a road rough
But it has always served
Though few have swerved

Answers in the grave
Gone forever
© 04212015 KwasiNtemMensah

It is said and I quote wholeheartedly “Religion is a cultural system of behaviors and practices, world views, ethics, and social organisation that relate humanity to an order of existence. About 84% of the world’s population is affiliated with one of the five largest religions, namely Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism or folk religion.”

Now to the religiosity of our lives. Is it a sham or a true reflection of our lives? I would have loved to mention a few religions but no that would defeat the purpose of this article. For you to continue reading this article, please put yourself in a comfortable position and ask yourself ” Who am I?”

The underlying theme running through every major and or minor religion is love. Love is so huge a topic. Love can never be seen or heard. Love can only be felt. Love can be experienced. If someone tells you they saw Love, then it is a human being named so. Probably going to the market.

I am especially amused when people proclaim piety but do not exhibit such. There is much talk but no show of love. I would love to see people displaying love. If the number of people who sit in church, jump and scream Hallelujah at the slightest opportunity would openly or at a point in time show an act of kindness to someone who needs it, would be wonderful. Some of you “holy” ones just sit and chastise and wait to feed fat of the little others have. Take someone to lunch, offer a word of kindness, encourage. Do something!! Do something!!

Don’t tell me you are praying for me. Do not tell me you prayed for me. Don’t tell me God is in control. Don’t tell me all will be well! Don’t tell it is an act of God. Don’t tell me it is biblical. Simply put don’t tell me …

Do something practical. Act! Show  love! In a practical manner. Let there be an experience worth writing home about.

Love your religion. It is a way of life. Unless your religion preaches selfishness. Unless your religion is a sham. Unless you are a hypocrite. Unless..

Exemplary lives. K Amigosten Amoah, Kofi Larbi aka Kola Nut, Edward Sena Dey to mention a few.

If it is not right, SPEAK OUT!

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

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.

It is foggy in CT. Soon it will clear. It is dry in Ghana. It is the harmattan season. One thing we share is limited visibility and then it improves.
It is the last day of the year. There will be a lot of ” ..overs” tonight. Go with your heart and mind. Ask for guidance from the Supreme One. Do not be fooled into sowing whatever into 2016. Let Him guide you.
Do not enter into 2016 with a Hangover. Enter sober and conscious. Be an agent of positive change making positive impacts. Bring a smile to someone’s face in 2016 not tears. Drop your fears.
Walk with God, Run with God.

On behalf of team#SILENTNOISES, I wish you all a happy New year. We thank you for following and reading and sharing. Blessings Always!