#SilentNoises ~knm

Greetings ooooo. Massa I hear every one call you “General”. That is no mean rank. Especially considering the title in military parlance. So “General Mosquito” I am onto your case. Now.
General Mosquito or whatever, why? Why? Is it lack of orange juice or what to use in mixing your drinks? I thought you had graduated from your association with the high-grade local gin yet no. It looks though you have come into money; common sense has refused to take a seat in your brains. Again, why? Your continuous association with Papa Jerry should have dropped a hint of truth and integrity, a dollop of discipline, a spoonful of humility and a size 34 bucketful of maturity.

Today, you have allowed a baby born in the month of January in the year 2015 to address you like a Scaramouch. Why?

Listen or read well. Very well. There is nothing wrong in wearing your wife’s coat. Nothing wrong especially when you wear it at home when the A/C is on at full blast. I know you are not used to cold weather how much more the A/C? I figure you were practicing how to battle the cold hence your continuous use of the winter coat. On the other hand, do you cross dress at home? Do you put on wifey’s clothes? Is there another side of you we do not know?

            These are questions that you have allowed us to ask. Are you, kind sir a cross dresser? Are you a transsexual? Do you wish to come out of the closet? You are a Ghanaian. You the general secretary of the ruling party. You are a General. You command. You crave acceptance. No fears. We accept you. Tell us what you want. No more lies. Stop hopping around from Radio station to TV station.

The lies are wrapping you like your wife’s coat.

It is that time of the year again. We have been indoctrinated to believe the Son of Man was born around this period. Was He? Another day. Another time. Same place though.

It is also that time of the year when we as humans take stock of happenings in our lives over the course of the year. We are in the twelfth month of the year. Eleven months of no return. Some have been drinking Joy Daddy Bitters or Denkyi (New England Special Bitters). Others have been drinking Milk to be able to change complexion. White. Decisions made are lost forever. Good or bad. From Tamale to Accra, Goaso to Gambaga, Brofoyedru to Apedwasi, Bourkina Faso to Zabzugu Tatale, Atuabo to Aboadze, GNGC to GNPC, Terkper to Botchwey, Wontumi to Ibrahim, Joyce Dzidzor to AIDS commission, Muntari to Moses Parker, Justice Dzamefe to Nyantaki, Appiah to Grant, Nayele to Austria to London. VIP to VVIP (not the celebrated musicians), there is so much to ponder over. I hereby promise to….

My prayer for my country as we move into 2015, (I pray all the whatever overs take this as a prayer point (sharpened point) join me), is for our dear first gentleman to stay home. For one reason or the other, this man has just refused to live in his country of birth and nationality. His use of the presidential jet has become like the shoes of Kak Dee the famous walker. Traversing the face of the earth. Why? Not surprising, the jet refused to move during the recent farmers day celebration. Even the plane was appalled that Alcoholic beverages and toilet rolls would be on the prize list for honorable farmers. What is it that ails the first gentleman that he cannot and refuses to stay and manage the affairs of his country? He only pops in to visit. Then again, is he really in charge of the ship? Or in his words, the car? I will be quick to assume he is outside of his own vehicle with an unlicensed driver at the helm. Pray. In Tongues. Holy ghost fiiiiiiiiiire!!!

As the cedi was prayed for to rise (like soaked Gari), why will the same so-called not pray for the man to be endowed with leadership skills and wisdom? Some attribute the failures to his ministers but I say it is he. Each day has its own problems and each better than before. Compounding the failures of government is the rise of the one-man prophetic apostolic bishopric papacy in Christendom. Even the so-called man of God has decided to elaborate himself courtesy the Kpa kpa kpa movement. We have seen videos and read about the garbage some so-called spew out about their fellow human beings in their so-called Temples of worship. If they postulate that God created all and is in all, and we do not have eyes to see, why would you insult your fellow human in church to the joy and ignorance of your illiterate congregation? Please do not forget. Either you respect The Woman or I visit you in your dreams. I will be wearing woolen socks as I enter your dreams.

Hence, I keep blaming the media and the NCCE (national commission on civic education) for the lapses in the system. A systemic and systematic continuous effort at educating the masses is essential for the growth of the nation. Ghana is not getting any younger. Can she go on retirement if she had to?

We keep hearing of the gas plant firing on all cylinders; quality of gas better than Nigeria; Dumsor will be of the past soon; GNPC has taken over GNGC to ensure effectiveness; Ghana to go nuclear; more hydro electric dams to be built. Ghanaians do not need this rhetoric. They need light. Generated electrical power to run their homes and offices. Generated electrical power that is uninterrupted encourages the healthy growth of the economy. It makes people happy. What is the use of promises? Instead of having the nation at heart, ministers are playing political chaskele with their duties and the authority vested in them.

In 2015, I pray more committees and commissions to be set up. I have come to realize that is what we are good at as a people. I am equally amazed at the number of people who have sold their souls to the devil in exchange for money; trumpeting a tune that has no rhythm to it. I am surprised a committee or commission was not set up to look into the questionable disappearance of Castro the musician. There is the blatant disregard for the rule of law such that people do what they please with the impunity of New York sewer rats. If the proper thing had been done and observed, Castro would not feature in this piece. Abodam was arrested. Madness is on remand. Consummation of India hemp is his charge. (He lives in Ghana). It is news. Newspapers carry the story as banner headlines. Reviewng it during the week. Give prominence to the stories of massive corruption. Mention names. Let people be shamed. Someone steals Gh2 cedis, or a fowl, a loaf of bread and he or she is given a ten to fifteen years jail sentence. How? Why? Just because you want to be promoted? Nonsense. Jail those who are raping Ghana. Their first charge should be rape and then charge with embezzlement or causing financial loss to the state. So-called 300 being tried for corruption.

2014 was full of negatives. We made jokes out of predicaments. It was meant as a healing process. The prez refused to see or hear what was wrong. He wrongly assumed all is well. Then he promised to stop promising. Icing on the cake. Then he promised again. I love for people to be encouraged. Do it for all. Not just one or two. So many ‘ifs’. So many questions. Few people with a lot of drums all trying to make music. For those of us beyond the great deep blue pond, the noise irritates our eardrums so we are tempted to stay away forever but… The GFA is another entity that I believe has misled the people for far too long. A lawyer too at its head. A little transparency will do. Put yourself in the shoes of Appiah (what size does he wear?) Naniama.

As for those in charge of security at the ‘yaapor”, the least said about them the better. How on earth do you tell us as a people, you had no idea what was going on? 12.5 kg of pure refined white powder. People jumping over themselves as though doing the 110 meters hurdles just to cover up for the masters. Ghanaians are not that ignorant. No. The pretense of the judiciary in this matter is even appalling. Nothing will come of it. The crux of the matter is not being dealt with. Pertinent questions are not being asked. The law is an ass. A donkey. A moo. Mumu.

Uncle Seth and Uncle Kwasi, for the good of the country that provides for all your perks and girlfriends (maka maka)(alleged) needs, please put your egos aside and bash your heads together to do the work. Yes, bash.

O yes!!! Our Kung Fu masters. I nearly forgot about them. “ Your father chop the money so now it is my turn to chop the money. Nyafu nyafu nyafu. Hiiaaaaa” (in my Chinese voice). The legislative arm of Government. The president touted in your Shaolin temple the need to promote and use Made-in- Ghana goods. At the time, he was wearing Horseman shoes by Senaye. Was it only the shoes that were made in Ghana? Questions! Parliamentarians deemed it wise to travel all the way to China to purchase furniture and finishing’s for their workplace. How sad and odd. If it is Karate or Kung Fu they want to learn, some one ask them to get a Sensei. It is not by sitting on or using furniture (Made-in-China products) that would make you a shaolin master. Americans would have been masters by now. After the hue and cry, they gave us flimsy excuses of not having enough local carpenters to make the chairs. May be I could just ‘Muntari’ all of them. Speaker to cleaner.

Speaking of consummation and usage of Made-in-Ghana goods, does the first lady, second and third ladies, Chief Justice, female parliamentarians and others sport local wigs? Question? Do they use local handbags? Anyway in 2015, Katanka , a locally assembled vehicle would be launched in Ghana. The so-called inventor of Katanka does not even drive one himself. Hahahahaha.

Prayer points for 2015: President to stay home; all should use Made-in-Ghana goods; government and parliamentarians be endowed with wisdom; fake men and women of God should be exposed; Free education to be implemented ( No schools built yet 73 out of 200) ; all cocaine that IS NOT DETECTED at security checkpoints should turn to ‘kokonte’.

On this note, I wish all Ghanaians to elaborate themselves in the ensuing year. Please do not become a ‘kpakpamite’. Kpa kpa kpa!! Join the movement! Elaborate yourself!

By the way the fireworks to usher in the New Year will be launched at the Kumasi airport. It is now in a position to land planes at night. No ‘Dumsor’ there. Connect your houses to the airport grid. After all it is Christmas! It is now up to international standards with a shed for the main terminal. Celebration! Jubilation! Y3nti3 Obiaaa!!! Misplaced priorities! Joy daddy Bitters! Toilet Roll!

2015!!!2015!!!2015!!!2015!!! SEASON’S GREETINGS.

#SILENT NOISES 122014

The writer is an advocate, motivational speaker, writer and poet. He is also currently a host on Sankofa Radio (Sundays 11.30-1pm and every other Saturday beginning November 1^st 2014) transmitting on WRTC HARTFORD 89.3 FM and WRTCFM.COM

Food for thought!!

God bless our homeland Ghana

Hail to thy name, O Ghana

To thee we make our solemn vow;

Steadfast to build together
A nation strong in unity;
With our gifts of mind and strength of arm,
Whether night or day, in mist or storm,
In every need whate’er the call may be,
To serve thee, Ghana, now and evermore.

I receive. We receive. Receive it. O yes I receive it. That is the most common refrain on the lips of everybody today. From the temple to the streets, from the working zones to the bathrooms. All are receiving it. Especially the ladies. That is not the issue though. What is it with the sudden rise of the charismatic revival in Ghana that even the orthodox churches are now holding charismatic revival programs and even tongue speaking? Do not get me wrong. There is nothing wrong with speaking in tongues. It is very biblical. Did the Son 0f Man speak in tongues though? Is it documented? Back on track.

One would think with the religiosity of the Ghanaian, certain things would not be part of society but no. It is all about proclaiming our saintliness and doing the other. I am sad. I start with religion. Religion is a way of life. Thus Christianity, Islam, Buddhism amongst others is ways of life. I find it erroneous when people opine that their religion is superior to others. The question I ask is “ Is your way of life better? Are you a role model? How are you an impact on society? Are you positively affecting lives that would bring happiness, joy, and laughter to individuals and families?

I have a few friends in my age bracket that I would dare say stand out. Nana Awere Damoah, Nelson Danso, Kofi Larbi, Kodwo Brumpon, I-am Okyne, Eric Boateng. K Amigosten Amoah.These people and others devoid of religiosity seek to impact society in a positive and visual manner. Amidst laughter, they cajole society about the truth. Enough about them.

The accepted norm now is to respond “ In the name of Jesus” to everything and “the blood of Jesus be on you” to anyone who does not side with us. Whither do we go? Assuming you are having a warble wobble with another person. Both of you attend the same church. You do not talk to each other. Both of you attend each service, all nights, every altar call and commit to every pledge. Each has reported the other to the pastor. You know very well, you are at fault. I rest my case. I want you to be the judge.

Until we as a people learn to be people loving and lead exemplary lives, we make a mockery of our so-called “ born again “status. Today we cry of corruption, thievery and plain bold liars ruining our economy. We are all Ghanaians. We are all part of it. As we say “I receive it” and then the envelope goes into your bag or pocket before you begin to process the documents on your desk. Yet you want to get paid at the end of each month. You wait to receive lunch. You wait to receive Payola, Soli; name it. How do you expect those in high places to stop stealing? When you shower undue, uncalled for praises on them, they receive it. They bask in the glow and glory of wanton and reckless people whose main motive in life is to feed fat of others without lifting a finger to work.

I pray. Let us use our new found sanctuary in The Good Lord for the betterment of one and all. Let us as a people learn to be Honest, Truthful and Loving of each other. Let us always look on the positive side. Let us be candid and frank about issues. Until we call a spade a spade, we shall always be “receiving”.

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The writer is a motivational speaker, writer and poet. He is also currently a host on Sankofa radio (Sundays 11.30-1pm and every other Saturday beginning November 1st 20014) transmitting on WRTC 89.3 and WRTCFM.COM

‘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

The writer is a motivational speaker, writer and poet. He is also currently a host on Sankofa radio (Sundays 11.30-1pm and every other Saturday beginning November 1st 20014) transmitting on WRTC 89.3 and WRTCFM.COM

I was born of a woman. For those of you who knew my mum, you would attest to the fact that she sacrificed a lot. Yes a lot. My mother was a Ghanaian. I can likewise identify with the mothers of so many of my friends. Some fed and provided for me. Some continue to do same. Some are living. Some have finished their earthly assignments. Some including my biological mother never lived long enough to enjoy the fruits of the seed they sowed. I write in pure anger. This is the Major you used to know. Not the one you know today. I am back on that precarious precipice again. Hopefully for a short while. How many of you have wives? How many of you have kids? Have you been there during the birthing of your child or children? A woman in pain or distress is videotaped. Some wimp puts it out into the public domain. Though it is to court sympathy, please it is distasteful. Do not do this.
Do not debase womanhood. No man conceived you. You were housed by a woman. Rent free. Bills free. You were born of a woman. Please, I plead, RESPECT womanhood.

The writer is a motivational speaker, writer and poet. He is also currently a host on Sankofa radio (Sundays 11.30-1pm and every other Saturday beginning November 1st 20014) transmitting on WRTC 89.3 and WRTCFM.COM

this piece first appeared on FB 09/29/14

My people, how did your weekend go? Mine run. It run faster than Fuseini Bolt. Sorry, I meant Usain. When your name is Bolt, why won’t you be superfast? Like wheeeem? Catch my drift? Anyway like I said, my weekend just vanished. I would have wished it to stay a bit longer. Lest I forget, I met my long lost sister from another mother. We covered three years of issues in less than seven minutes. Awurama Gaisie Boateng, you made my Sunday!!!

How many of you visited Worcester? In MA? Centerstage Gh. The man himself was there. He spoke. Eloquently. He assuaged hurt egos. He bonded with his people. He whispered sweet nothings into their ears. Odysseus had the sense to follow advice and plug the ears of his men. I veered off course and did not even venture onto my patio. My grill smiled in peace as I stayed inside. The corn is still in the fridge. All because I refused to listen to white faced arsenic rhetoric. It was music to their ears. Reading on social media this morning, one likened him to God. Hmmmmmm. I beg do not mock my Father. Please or as a fellow writer puts it ‘puuuleeeeeeese’. To further heighten your misplaced and distrust in him, he fires a small fish on Monday. Sorry oooo. Still on pre weekend and weekend activities. He said he has the will to fight corruption. Charity begins at home. Tell that to the majority of the people who hold the minors in public purses. Say it at home. It is only those who think with their stomachs and refuse to think beyond tribal boundaries, political ideologies who will swallow such hogwash. The will? Do it. Now. Action. I have lost confidence in you. My soul dons a black cloth with no footwear. My soul drinks water from a broken calabash. I can imagine what my mother, GHANA is wearing. No matter what, you are still the number one gentleman of the land. Your mannerisms and deeds should reflect so. Please change your email address. Dot gov dot gh.
Stand up Gh. Stand up Gh.

The writer is a motivational speaker, writer and poet. He is also currently a host on Sankofa radio (Sundays 11.30-1pm and every other Saturday beginning November 1^st 20014) transmitting on WRTC 89.3 and WRTCFM.COM

I am yawning. I am very tired but I owe it to my readers, my fans and those whom I will be lashing at, to constantly write. I am wide-awake. My phone beeped with a message from my friend Ebo. It scared me. The name, I mean. Please the only way to prevent is to wash hands carefully, boil drinking water, and be careful with the handshakes. Ebola is real. No cure for the dark-skinned man. Yet. Who will clear that place of that bush?  All the men dread to do it but it must be done. It will be done. One of them will do it. The land is ours. Each to their own. Let him who has ears do it.

Once again I embark into the tabernacle of worship. This time I enter as an elderly sixty-five year old. I am an usher in the church. It is my place to direct people to seats and perform other duties as assigned. I am also allowed to caution with finesse of language on any attire that in my eyes does befit the Holy Abode. What you will see today will shock you beyond description. I could not utter a word. I have neither created a human before let alone am classified as a god. I dare not. Why do you dare me? It is for this reason that I invited you to church today. See it. Criticize. Do not hide behind friendly lines. When I was growing up, to go to church was a must. That was the day of grooming. You put on your best notwithstanding the fact that you did not possess a pair of slippers. The only thing you could boast about was either your pair of khaki shorts or white evolved into brown shirt and palm kernel oil to be used only on Sunday mornings. Your feet and arms could shine like the sun. Reflecting and deflecting. The ladies were a simple, one or two colors straight dress. That dress was up to the neck. No room for those two tangerines to glimpse daylight. Your mother’s headscarf made sure your already bald as a coconut head was covered. I have said. I took you back in time. How long ago? 1900s? Now look around. Take a deep breadth. What does the Good book say concerning such? I leave it to you. I blame the man on the pulpit. I blame the leaders in the church. I blame myself. Have we led the flock astray? Have the flock refused to heed to the call of the master? Are the leaders wolves in sheep’s clothing waiting to pounce and devour? We have corrupted innocence. Innocence is doing her own thing. Your lack in childhood has paved the way for you as you drink milk and honey to shatter the mirrors of hope and determination and replace it with silver coated plastics that only melt at the slightest increase in heat. Back to basics. Refined basics. To suit the times

Why do act so amazed? That is the way they pray when called on to do so. This is the way they dress when coming to church. Visiting multiple churches in a Sunday looking for God has become the norm. I understand it is not reflective of their lifestyle. Ghanaians. Born and bred in the hinterland. Far from the lights of the clinic. The local midwife ushered them into this world. They were innocent. Westernization has corrupted their very innocence. I weep for Africa. I cry for Ghana. All I want is the truth. The will to help my brother, my sister. Devoid of any attempts to derail their efforts to bring sanity into brains.

Corrupted innocence

Where once stood justice

greed and avarice are rooted

Pillars of salt

Can and will be washed

Erection that will bear fruit

Must stand

Love, Peace, Truth, Justice,

Rooted by perseverance with sisterly determination

Sweet innocence

Will smile

Again

Young lady please take your vessel back. I am done with it. I had to borrow it for a few minutes. I pray my message is heard.

The writer is a motivational speaker, writer and poet. He is also currently a host on Sankofa radio (Sundays 11.30-1pm and every other Saturday beginning November 1^st 20014)

first appeared on FB 9/12/14 and 9/16/14

Somewhere. No electricity; hydro or generated. Natural waters. To drink. To bathe. To wash. To ….. Somewhere. Native medicine. Holistic medicine. Somewhere. Large farms. Natural fertilisers. No schools. Farming all day. Feeds the city. Peanuts for hardwork. Exploitation.

Brown white shirt. Sewn and patched sandals. Whitened brown khaki pants. Brown and black stained yellowed teeth. Tobacco. Pipe. Native lounge chair (akpasa). Gourd of palmwine. Coca-Cola bottle full of locally distilled gin. Cracked calabash. 100 percent overproof.

He is a Minor. His family are Minors. One wants to be of the Majors.
‪#‎MAJORS‬ and MINORS. soon

The Minors have found their feet. The film of deceit has been wiped away. The Minors are not warriors. They demand equality. They demand what is theirs. Humble beginnings, sweat and toil of parents has enlightened them to the Truth. The Minors refuse to create, loot and share. Be ashamed if you are in the minority of the Majors. Why do you Majors rape this fragile old lady called Ghana? Have you no sense of shame? Do you have any conscience at all? The Minors will haul you before the law courts. Justice will prevail. Truth stands. Forever.

STAND UP GH! STAND UP GH!
‪#‎MAJORS‬ and MINORS

first posted on FB 9/17/14

Better Ghana agenda progressive? With a flyover at Kasoa? Will birthing mothers visit the flyover? Will the sick visit the flyover? Are Ghanaians flying now? Mr. President, my respect for you will not change. I still hold you in high esteem though you have not won or put down any heritage for us. My apologies. Create, loot and share is a heritage won for us. From Elvis Afriyie Ankrah to SADA to GYEEDA to CHRAJ.

You talk about promoting Ghana. You sit and watch the dismissal of the coach(GHANAIAN). He is a local breed. One of us. Osagyefo’s tenure in office saw the use of GHANAIAN coaches for the national teams. Better Ghana sees the commissioner of CHRAJ misappropriating funds in the name of renovations and rent to the detriment of the office she holds. Aunty Loretta shame. H.A.P.P.Y.—shaaaaaame. Mr President. As for Captain Oko Haddock, I wonder what he learnt from his sojourn in Yankee. He is a disgrace to the brotherhood of the beard.

The minority are crying. Tears will turn to anger. Then what? Is that what you want? You still have time to redeem yourself. I believe you have balls; iron balls. Do something. On the hindside, I think it is a trait inherent in some Ghanaians to prevent their fellow countrymen from moving up. They would rather give money and support to an outsider. Do not be deceived in the sycophancy of friendships. You will fail.
Sir make a move. A bold positive move. Sir move from a zero to a hundred. Real quick.
‪#‎MAJORS‬ and MINORS

the writer is a motivational speaker and poet.