Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts

Thursday, 18 June 2015

IF EVER I KNOW



 
That so many things needs doing

Which I paid less attention to until it happened

So fast nearly breaking down brave hearts

Which for years has been built

To maintain and contain

All that could possibly be

Now or later deeds

Holding no one responsible than myself

It all never seems right, and then there is a question

If ever I know that questions should be ask before tempting solutions

I would have built my house in tin air

Where it hardly recognizes itself

Yes, little did I know what to do

Than it all happened at once

Wednesday, 17 June 2015

EXODUS OF HUMBLE TRAVELLER


 

Oh, humble friend, whose works are but not limited to that which the eyes sees

In great depth and beyond what the ears can hear

Which ages has not been, yet your good fellow seeks

In haste and as chasing the winds here

Bad as it could be to hear

Which often leads to your early journey

Taken on afar and not near

Like reversing a key

Which is as but would not be compared to a drunk cup of coffee

Sunday, 14 June 2015

9 UNKNOWN FACTS ON SIMPLE HEALTH TIPS


 

Where calls have become necessary

Efo Kodzo would advise answering with the left ear

Whereas he would not take medicines with cold water

He knows full well to eat light foods after 5pm

You could imagine him staying for long before bed

Nevertheless, not until 10pm

In that he does not want to lie down immediately after meals or medicines

Even if he would forget one thing

Not dropping a lemon liquid in the water that he takes early in the morning

He is not good at drinking tea in Plastic Cups too

Yes, he claims it can cause 52 types of cancer

But after all the busy schedules

I can imagine his phone would run down

Where he would not make or answer a call when it is on charge

He neither would bath with soaps always

Sometimes, just a shower

He has done well though

Hmm, Efo Kodzo

Saturday, 13 June 2015

7 REASONS WHY YOU HAVE TO KEEP GOING


 

If you need stop

Why did you start after all?

If discouragement needs come

Why would you welcome

If isolation be a man

Why would you befriend

If inferiority complex be a drug

Why would you swallow?

If risk be task

Why would you fallback

If failure be a success, like a step

Why would you not climb again?

If knowledge be a woman

Why not marry early

Where all can indeed be grateful and yet envious of you

Praising and yet degrading you

Reminding you of the law of vibration

Which makes not one way straight

Believing that one day

Just one day, all would be alright.

 

WHY DREAMERS NEVER SLEEP


 

When James Blunt said “I am dreamer” in Goodbye My Lover

In that all we can do is to simply dream and think out how to make it happen

If dreams be a reason

Purpose would have to be pursued

Like Togbe Kofi

Who has it in the pipeline

To own the largest plantation of farm

Then, not resting, toiling and toiling always

In the winter and summer

Just to accomplish that desire

Setting and breaking boundaries

Which old have fought hard for?

Achieved in long waited hours

Being the driving force

Which Togbe Kofi

Has laid upon until then

He shall and always employ the best at its best

Sleeping and waking up where necessary

To toil and toil for the days to come

Yes, for his good works

Togbe Kumlor would add some land to his

Where Efo Kodzo would not lie

It shall be added too

And then, they all shall make it the largest

Yes, I know

Oh, Togbe Kofi

Indeed, dreamers never sleep

YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT THIS 5 YRS OLD BOY CAN DO



Like mountain Everest
Which knows not how far it has gone
To establish itself as the highest mountain of all
Which shall be remembered until then?
His teacher’s lessons he teach
In and out of the day
Where opinion leaders
Leave not his doorpost until witty sayings they hear
After which he would go and dine with Kings
Enlightening them on the way forward
Which since he has learn from the holy scrolls
Abandoned by many
Who chase the wind and eat dust
Yet to which they are not satisfied
In that repeatedly they try
But to no avail and vanity instead
Ending at where they start
Which yet he would not
And clothing himself with wisdom
Just like the ‘Dawner’
Who sleeps with old and bad
Habits and information
Waking up with new ones like the lily flower
Ever looking fresh
Which would remind him to say?

“If love be a substance, to every person and the taste it would have”
“If wisdom be a cave, only the humbled would go through”
“If anger be a fire, it would not stop smoking the heart that expects always”
“If happiness be a drug, to them that would know bad and yet do good can afford it”
“If death be a woman, only the righteous would be a bachelor for long”

Thursday, 11 June 2015

3 WAYS YOU DO NOT KNOW MAKES YOU LIVE LONGER



When Efo Kumordzi ate the green leafy vegetables
Which was grown back some years ago
Which same land ones yielded the most cherished fruits
He has lived long but for some other things

Both at dawn and when the Sun could possibly stay long
Visiting the otolaryngologist not long
With advises which means exercise needs long
He has lived long but for some other thing

In place which none other is but righteousness
Lived and did as the Holy Bible requires
As the fear of the Lord builds
He has lived long as Methuselah

7 REASONS WHY PREZ MUHAMMADU BUHARI COULD HAUNT DOWN BOKO HARAM IN NIGERIA




We eat yet our mouths shut, sleeping yet our eyes open
Days our daughters sake we dust ourselves, our doors are open
Where our father watched from afar
Now he dines with us, not from afar
For once he lived with a military
Ages nowhere near, our enemies, his complementary
Which foundations he builds upon from our Uncle
Who came and did little about our broken ankle
To which our father now vow to heal forever
More bandage, P.O.P’s, spirited alcohol, drugs, stopping never
Watching him build our new homes on rocks
And our enemies hideouts on sandy blocks
Which he alone cannot but his friends’ aid
As our enemies countless, their canker, only our fathers aid

Friday, 5 June 2015

WHEN I HEAR OF LOVE




That substance that would send me thinking
Believing I can fly over the moons someday
Sue the Sun for my lover’s sake
And instil discipline among the stars
Where they could only wish and yet have my final say
In real times and virtual times
How I wish I could begin the entire journey again
To as always smell its astonishing fragrance in full?
Reminding me of real good moments
Where my love would mention my name all day long
Yet would just be the beginning
Never tired to repeat it at least
Ringing always
Texting never seizing
My lover is rather too unique to compare
To think of striking a difference between another lass
For much too differences to talk about
When I hear of Love
My heart beats
For I fear my lover might one day leave me
And cling into hands tag my foes
Then I will cry over the whole River Nile
Yes, I could possibly do
Or am I being wrong here?

HUSSTLING IN THE RAIN



Of all the best times in life
Where the ant triumphs and yet keeps on searching for food
If man has to do something
Then it is to keep focus always
Thriving and thriving always
Doing what he knows best
Never stopping a moment
Through day and nights
With all hopes and faith put together
To reach one day the desired location
Goals among others now and forevermore
Knowing no changing of times nor seasons
But working hard surely
To be best or among the best perhaps
It’s never easy starting
Neither is it difficult to quit
Just what man would achieve one day
It is all nice though to give it a try

Tuesday, 2 June 2015

THE GROWING GUTS



As I sit one day to observe
Long reasons and patches
Which from afar has dominated
The guts and passions of man
In that it lives with man forever
To places which could not be remembered
Or till eternity
Intuitive factors which causes man to succumb
Or to wake up and open a new chapter
That would have long been written maybe
Until now and always into the future
Knowing no uncertainty
To areas that means pushing forward
Or should I say relax perhaps
And if indeed would have to
Remind me if I am to say something
If you would stop moving forward
What pushed you to start moving?

Monday, 1 June 2015

MY TAKES ON THE DEMOLISHING EXERCISE AT PART OF KANTAMANTO BY A.M.A. BOSS



By: Lin Collins

“We want A.M.A and the government to see how best they can help us out of this situation”, the traders pleaded.

The Government of Ghana has been doing well in raising high standard of living and low cost of living as well especially in Accra. Though this has not yielded much over the years, I strongly believe that there are still on going efforts to resolve these social cankers.

Though the Government through Accra Metropolitan Assembly (A.M.A.) Mayor Alfred Oko Vanderpuije improves upon the sanitation issues of the country, maybe a second look should be given at the comments or the grievances that the citizenry makes during those exercises.

I know full well some structures in the country have been raised at unauthorised places in the country in that no permit has been granted. In look of this, the first question would be what has actually led to that?

Firstly, it is hard to get a place especially in Accra to mount a structure or trade. If hopefully you get a place, it may be a prohibited area. One reason maybe that it is on a flood line. Implying it is a conduit which can easily be flooded by the rain. If you are to get a first-class place with all the permissions and no intrusions from nature possibly, then it would also be far from market or customers. Or probably source to basic amenities. It is not really appetising to get a place where there is no proximity to market, looking at transport, source of goods or products and just to mention a few.

Secondly, I will understand that there are geographers or personnel responsible to ensure that buildings are not situated at water ways. The one big problem is that, sometimes the personnel are very much aware of the place but simply because it is a very busy place, where the owner can make huge sums of money, he or she will agree. Then finally issue a permit even. After years of operation, a building collapse or the area is over ran with flood and then the question comes back to who gave the permit. A typical example is the Melcom disaster. Even getting the government personnel to grant you the permission to build or put up a structure would need a bureaucracy which can take more than a month. To make things easy for yourself, just go and do the bribing thing. It is disgusting on the part of government appointees. You don’t have to blame them much; they claim low income and some incentives.

Thirdly, with the issue of job opportunities, it would need real struggle to get one in a reputable institution or organization. With all the bribes and corruptions that comes with it. I understand perfectly the Government of Ghana is doing well to clung down on people involved in those acts, yes, he is doing his best. But the simple thing is that his best is just not enough in the country. The government sometimes waste resources on projects that never yield. A whole lot has to be done in curbing this particular canker in the Ghanaian society. I also understand that not everyone in the Executive, Legislature and Judiciary are corrupted. Nevertheless, they are a few. My mother would tell you, “It is just one nut that spoils the whole soup.” If the authorities supposed to get people employed are waiting for bribes to get it done, you can imagine obviously that unqualified and people lacking the requisite cognisance would be put there instead. I know full well management and supervision should have a say in these appointments thing. However, if they are corrupt also, it would be overlooked upon. All these acts lead to shoddy work done in the country so to speak. I believe the government have to keep on struggling to get things done well. Just good measures and policies should be implemented to ensure the issue of unemployment are minimised at least. Yes, all levels of authorities should be scrutinized.

Fourthly, getting a job now a day’s seems just hard when in Greater-Accra Region, Accra notably. When this does happens, citizenries may be forced to go into social vices. If that option would not be landed upon, then, some wooden structures again would be put up near gutters, near the private, the refuse dump, just any place to go into selling or trading. With all the hells that comes with getting a notable place in Accra to trade, one would prefer been at any place which seems good to his or her eyes. Of course the Accra Mayor would not like this. It contributes to so many slams and just makes the city buildings look haphazardly built. Assuming there is a job for everyone right after the University, it would at least minimize the rate at which people throng the street to sell. Prostitution is not good, stealing cannot be considered, nevertheless, and man needs to eat. That is the problem. What is the solution? The government should ensure that as earlier said, there should be good implementation of policies and all persons irrespective of position be faced the long arm of the law when found guilty of any act deemed wrong in the society. One fact is that, there is money in Ghana. Unfortunately it has been lodged in only a few pockets.

Finally, I strongly believe the government should do well on the provision of Jobs or better still creating one. However, the citizenry should not always depend on the government. No! The government already has a lot to do. There are problems here and there to for the government to solve. It is here that you engage yourself in doing something as the government support your perhaps. Creating job for one self has never been easy though if we have to consider the level of Education and some special skills needed in doing some of these jobs. In any case, it cannot stop one from still giving out his or her best in learning a particular field of interest to earn a living. In my opinion and a good eye on the current situations in Ghana, one needs not depend on the government much. I know of this ‘Dumsor’ thing myself. Obviously, I cannot complain much though.

If the A.M.A Boss has decided to undertake such a move, it should not be a problem. I fully understand it would increase the cost of living for the people affected, nevertheless, we should think wide. We need to look at other ways of earning living. On a serious note if you have just one way of earning a living, there would be a serious problem if sources close. But wait a minute, what if we all upgrade our handy skills and some level of education, would it not help on the long run?

 

 

 

 

Saturday, 30 May 2015

THE JOURNEY TO UNDERTAKE


 

I have heard that the brave are not easily defeated

The warriors of our land are hard to compromise, not even Google

The journey of a thousand miles start with a single step, yes, Amazon stocks would remind

If I need humble myself and take it one after another, remind me,

If Duckduckgo would search wide than Google

Yet not known as much

Yes, if it all starts with a single step

It would be continued and completed with many footsteps already taken notice of

To he that is in haste

To he that thinks no need to continue

Togbe Klikor would demand maybe

“What pushed you to start at the first place?

What inspired you to start at the first place?

To them that resign to fate, not long enough to continue after all”

I say ‘Ayekoo, Ayekoo, Ayekoo’ to those on the journey

Which I just began so strongly

HUMANITY AND FRIENDS OF THE EARTH


 

If you ask King Solomon

“All is vanity”

To all that the ravens may gather in harvest time

Plant he the farmer

Who grows not the plants not age them to ripe

My simple message to all and sundry

To that which lives ones and  that would  someday

To live yet eternally somewhere I do not know

Live it well now

If need you believe that there is GOD

If need you believe that there is MAWUGA

If need you believe that there is AU JESUIS

And the rest maybe you can or?

Then do it now

If others continued not their journey again with you

You may to others

Humanity and to friends of the earth

If reason be, reason

If sleep be, compare to death

To them that would be in a trance

Believe or leave it

Man lives and dies once

WHERE IS MY LOVE?


 

From Google to Bing

From Key-Find to Duckduckgo

From Amazon search to Ebay

From Wikipedia to Yahoo search

From the internet to caves

Places where I possibly believe she could not be

Sleeping in the day, researching in the night

Yes, i heard her beauty glows in the night

So as I could see her very more and well

To overtake the darkness around me

Which could encompass my brain and little love heart

Oh, where is my love

Who so many years has put rules to my physiochemical biological machine

Yet to unlock all in its eyes

Deep down emotions

From the dawn of the day

Early before the cock crows

Yes, now the latter sleeps than human

So you see, my live would pass by

And I would not know

“Wake up, wake up Lin Collins, for here she comes”

RIVERS AND PENCILS



Which would I say is common to human?

He sees Efo Kwaku

“Wake up late”

Togbe Klikor waits for thousand hours

“Time to wake up”

Togbe Klikor gets angry

Calls and calls hitherto and Efo Kwaku would not here

Finally does and yet is too late

“And now he would stick to me

He would now stay closer”

Efo Kwaku does that for the remaining months

Yes, I quiet remember he would not even sit down in a day

From room 1 to room 2

And you can continue or?

If the ant is busy

Permit me to compare though

Rivers and pencils

A whole king

Yet like a river

Is his heart and mind in the hands of the Mawuga

Incredible!

Efo Kwaku becomes a good boy

Togbe Ahivor meets finally

Much more than Togbe Klikor could offer

Yes, Rivers and Pencils

I cannot just do much

NOTE “NOT FOR SALE”


 

Dangling, dangling and dangling

My old ceiling fan dangles

Bought some years ago I do not remember even

And now it is old

Though to say, I could sell it

In bits and bits

Not as that of King Solomon

Who will speak wisdom, born in it?

Yes, I know, His wisdom not for sale

 

Staggering, staggering and staggering

Like a drunkard

Who would be for more pot palm wine

At Mame Akosua door post

AS early as 3:00 AM

Yes, I do see him sometimes

Hm, they are for sale

Yes, so she sells them indeed

Very soon, Agbokpa

Yes Agbokpa, he will be poor

No, a pauper

He will drink in seedtime, slumber in harvest time

Not even Father Abraham would do that

In his days among others

Yes, I know wealth is not for sale

 

Reckless, useless and extravagant

Like a rich man lifestyle

Yes, often he would

When he thinks all to himself everything is

Where wishes are as commands

Thousand and one slaves’ and still counting

No! In our time

Cars, houses, lands, estates

Do help me continue, would you?

And thinking that all could possible be done in a day

Running, overtaking, in speed and in no time

Yes, but not as that of my Old friend Methuselah

Of course not,

Life is not for sale

Or, yes

Note “Not for sale”

Friday, 29 May 2015

WHAT NEEDS DOING?


 

In these our land where the wise would speak to the wise

Fools answering fools

Carpenters attending to Wood Cutters

Hunters to Butchers

 Mate to Captains

Apprentices to Masters

The gate officer

To higher authorities

Which would only come from above?

Reminding me of my little years in the Educational Institution

Where support are given men of authorities

Asked to rally behind them?

Not always

But where Caesar may not be given his due

Shall they be my foes?

Justice neglected

If father to Son only

Mother to daughter

What would be of goose and gander?

When party needs more than battalions

 Bouquet of flowers

If I fall for you

And you fall for me...

This is what needs doing.

TO THAT EARS WHICH COULD NOT


 

Like days of my friend Noah

When we built the ark together

Never needing a sailor

Or Master to direct the ship

No, MASTER

Or better still a captain

Where humanity of our time would not just heed to instructions

My close friend Ecclesiastes would tell you

There is time for everything

Of course there is

Especially to the kings heart

Which lies in the hands of the creator like a river?

And what about me the pauper                   

Sleeping and waking up with it

Means it not that I have to slumber

I would only remember the words of my good friend

Who will dine with Queen of Beersheba

That surely a wise fellow would grow in seedtime

You know the end to that story

If to them who has the ears would not listen

Hmm, I guess those with none

Would maybe listen with cork ears

Yes, I know

For how long possible

If strive always, I may be met by time

To quicken things up

To give me rest

Until then or?

Poverty would steal me like a thief

Oh, not so nice

Is it?

IF EVER TO LOOK BACK


 

To the things I heard I did

This was not supposed to be encouraging

Or? No! Encouraging instead

Which could not yet be this time around, or always?

For the law of vibration

In that I can, some utensils

Like a silver

Wash them to become finally

If you ask my brother

“Do not wash your dirty linens in public”

Which I am yet to do however

Though in private

As to avoid the public after all

If ever to look back

To things tagged shame

Tagged beauty

Needs no wandering to what I would do

For the forward need a building block from behind

Which could be done best from behind, block?

Wait a minute, what if not?

The building may dangle and finally fall on my head

My future so shut

The past so dim

If ever I look back

To the things recorded by scenes and nature

To re-write my story

Which someday my Maths teacher would ask off

And finally get punished by the religious tutor

I could just image myself

As the future walked becomes past

To repair the way indeed

If it’s a rough road

To do some gravels and quota

Yes, to make it the most street travelled by

Yes, I know

Just someday

If ever I could look back.