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Being born in a Medina community,  Gave me the zeal to help humanity, Not for their lack of man's basic need, But for the luck that I now have people to feed. Seldom did I take part in Islamic activities, For the idea of the zongo hostilities. Yet, As long as I grew with their husbands, I realized not all sad news is created by their hands. It's only a notion that each child is assumed to have played in the sands. With my encounter with the second Sheikh of the land, Islam in focus was what thought me the goodness in Islam's demand. The rhetoric is only an iota of truth in each religion, That there is a "Mensah" in each tradition. I played with Abdul after my Sunday school, And ate with Aisha each break at school. Sometimes Sheikh himself took us out to the pool, Don't fight was his only golden rule. Amelia would bring my mum a basket of food, And I cannot forget the symbolic aroma that flies in all their meals. Eve

After all, I'm not that oblivious of life's prospects. Although I'm not as religious as the prophets. I can bless lives by coining the alphabets. Before one dreams, he must first sleep. Below big streams is a valley so deep. And every hill has a leeward quite steep. Consider if beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, Cameras would be envied by the ordinary photographer. This is how I wrote my letter:  Dear future, What hast thou for we? LIFE, as healthy and old as we can be. MONEY, to acquire the tangibles we see. WIFE, a faithful one just cute like me. All the above and to love God, my plea. I have sojourned to shores of a blue sea, With good council and a jug of green tea, Amidst lessons from an ant and a lil bee. Too many friends make enemies out of nothing, Making allies out of your foes is virtue worth knowing. If one always gets the lips to your ear just to say something, He may be nursing evil which couldn't germinate

When power surpasses prowess, Corruption then rules the process Whiles litigating with free flow of progress And finally "econs" call it a "recess". White colour job is the dream of the 90% in education, Although many end up in somewhat not the ideal situation, Schooling is definitely what helps build an all powerful nation. Just like many, the African gets up in bedrooms, And after shabbily leaving their bathrooms, Each morning with a lunch box of mushrooms, Arrive in hurry to follow the norms in the classrooms. The cycle continues with future dreams carried forward, Assumed as the job-career a guardian has for his ward. The hullabaloo and higgledy-piggledy that led us to tertiary, Soon leaves us in a state of fury, Not for our wrong choices at puberty, But the crave for scholarship and prosperity. Behold the entangled in a course called political science, Becoming prophets with leadership and public speaking signs. Corru

Thinking of love, I feel it's a verb.  Knowing it's not from above, is a spiritual proverb. In order to create, one's technology must be superb. And to see the truth, I had to read beyond the blurb. Then I figured that not all interesting novels have a good spine. But there's this cute parcel of mine, Which wakes me by a daily chime, In my quest to kidnap a finger of thine, To help ring my bell for a lifetime. But what is love? Is it a feeling of ripples on a nipple, A thought of not forgetting people, Or the romantic things making sex simple, It's not just a noun whose bonding qualities are ample. Love is beyond the care I show to you as an example, And more than a sweet pothole in your cheek called dimple, Nor the smell of a perfume. It's a little more than poems saying "you are a pure perpetual plume" My love, and its definition is in your youth.  Your smile and tone is so couth, Sticking on the walls of

For it is appointed unto man to be born once,  But the woman is gifted with multitude births of triplets, twins and ones, And growth in stature in measures of ounce. Blessed is the woman whose baby at birth is said to bounce, For she shall receive a mothers day reward in pounds. Today is the judgement day And to the semi, partial and full mothers, Here are the testimonies of your good manners. Those who with hot water squeezed our skulls with the intention of shaping our rocky heads, And the many who run after us just to take our bath, With the few who would allow us swim in the sand till we bury our beads, And the churchy ones who wake us early on the Sabbath. We are grateful for the geriatric grand Mum's acting as maids, And the celebrities who dress their girls like mermaids. Also, the busy lady who never rested till our fees were fully paid. The peasant woman who carries us at same time with firewood, And the paranoid lady in the neighborhood,

Once upon a time is a statement in my early days book. No matter how sad or blissful your goodnight face may look, My dad will gracefully get a bible story to cook. This man can conjure and may brew from the unleavened brook. Then he told me how stable our stadiums were until they once-upon-a-day shook. That's why I have lived with Ghana's may nineth. A true once-upon-a-time that changed day into night. My first ever soccer game in Accra  to witness, Unraveled to my surprise the hearts-kotoko weakness, And the Men-in-black policing with strategic bruteness. That which TV3 captioned "May 9th Disaster Anniversary" Which for a decade stood as Africa's worst football stadium story. Coinciding with my first day in Accra celebration,  As I moved from the far West to settle in the so-called southern region. In fact, come see a villager turned into a legion.  But there is a way of man that eats him up, Maybe because we drink from a po

So I got to Nigeria last year.  And realized I was rather in Europe's England, yeah! I wasn't informed was my reply in multiple shocks, As I was asked to present my 50 pounds as the party still rocks. The practice of paying for the food you will eat at a party, Was being implemented in my fellow African country. That's how I noticed we still can't fry our own fish. Even those who can, only blend it in a foreign dish. Just as prophesy is in ratio to prediction without spirituality, So is insurance in similitude to assurance in the pension industry.  Forgive my poetic use of pun,  As you follow my information as well as have fun. Every culture, they say is dynamic, Even when indigenous way of life is dwindling. They say Africans are systematic, While actually the individuals are not psychologically progressing. The fact is that, if you can't fry your tilapia, Just smoke it with an art of euphoria. In simple terms,  In prepari

COVID 19 In December it sounded like normal cold, At least only in a small town and just few weeks old. Then came Mr long January, Whose hands were long enough to reach every country. And then we heard of a world spread to Italy. February was bold enough to proclaim a worldwide pandemic, And since then everything has turned static. My dear March, April and May For not lingering too long, I say thanx very much. But your visit didn't let us enjoy our independence day's match, As you did very wrong, for throwing that invisible punch. Hail June, July and August To your maker, kindly forward our prayer, That for four months, the world has been in danger. Every body is now a stranger, Even you can't trust the baby in a manger. That notwithstanding, We are optimistically hoping. This pandemic like others, cannot last forever. All mighty September to December Our goodbye wish, Is that your corona legacy soon perish. With these vaccines from Wuhan and Pari