THE 4TH SECRET OF J.J

I WAS TOLD JUNE 4TH WAS A NATIONAL DISASTER,

ONLY TO GROW AND REALIZE HE IS HUMAN RATHER,

A SELFLESS HOUSE CLEANER.

Had I the chance to enforce my stands,

I'd dance till everyone understands,

And would proclaim a period of enlightenment,

That our historians failed to document;

The hidden secret of Parliament,

Which hid from us the sacred monument,

That birthed the bouncy baby of 4th June,

Who took blame and a bitter fortune,

And vaccinated the castle for us all to be immune.

Yet, does immunity connote dancing to every tune?

What is the need for a "demo" with no one to see?

Is there a weed at all if all plants are useful by Mr Bee?

An answer is our only youthful plea,

And further expiations if need be,

Should we hail our democracy at sea?

Since the contractor doesn't trust his carnal sense of judgement,

He uses the Spirit Level in ensuring accurate alignment.

But the mason who fails to employ quality material,

Only meets clients with the pocket of an actuarial.

Ghana, our beloved country is free forever!

Only stays with those who still remember,

And not those who disregard the latter.

Since then, have we grown any stronger?

Because they believe in their doubts,

Always questioning our Freedom shouts,

Enviously finger pointing those who shed blood,

Which is now the palmy they rather flood.

Our education is free forever!

Our resources are ours together,

Our land is our settlement eternal,

Our jobs are abundant perennial.

Many more proclamations I call euphemistic,

With nothing tangible nor dreams futuristic,

Waiting to take disasters keenly opportunistic,

And making campaigns out of a common pandemic,

With names suggesting to be Patriotic,

Others accolade themselves as Democratic,

Bombarding us with manifestos in our premises,

And decorating our streets with poetic promises.

It's of no use changing names without changing hearts.

Are elections necessary if parties are armed with darts?

With politicians raiding our media with armour carts,

Citizens queue up for kenkey and waakye as well as ID cards,

No more Media freedom in our own orchards.

I see an upsurge in mature minds,

Different from the revolutionary kinds.

But mustn't we foster tranquillity as this year rescinds?

In you did Nkrumah and June 4th confide,

And you have election 2020 to decide,

Whatever choice we make, in Ghana we all reside.

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RFFS PRAYER

Anytime I'm called for duty... Wherever deployment takes me, Pervert from my path, any mutiny... But give me the strength to be; The rescuer, the protector and the fire fighter. Whenever I'm gone for stand by... Lord, grant me a listening watch. All incursions, hazards and risks, May I with my crew identify... Where unavoidable, enable us to mitigate.. Be it in the terminal, tarmac or boarding gate.. Should there ever be an emergency, Wherever fire may rage.. Should there be any shout, No matter the skin or age.. Help me put the fire out, And my neighbor, help me save. And if by your will... Any blood may spill... Leading to any fatality, Protect my wife and kids, And preserve the rest of my crew.

MAY DAY, HER DAY

The kitchen was theirs in the days of old, They were the housewives, so I'm told. So shall the real woman wake, Early from bed and for her family bake, The bread of life. Such was the routine of a good wife. What at all is house chores? A mere sweeping and cleaning course, Yet we're expected to praise them aloud, And pamper them like a manner from the cloud. If this mind of societal stereotype, Keep flowing freely like a leaking pipe, In an era of this economic hype. Shall our women be healthy alive, Even if indeed they do survive? A career woman she's now called, Aid to man when his pocket stalled, Beautifully dressed to work, Yet at home we fail to praise her worth. This is poetry for May day, A caution for men to make hay. As she helps financially at home, Assist her to tidy up the dome. Now she's green and stands tall, But green leaves too do fall. After all this grass has dried up, What else will dare to spring up?

BLIND DATE

Pre-Social media world had better means for us to make friends. We needed no data like in modern trends. Friend requests weren't necessary to send. There was an easier way the world did blend. Those times, little money did we spend. Even when you did not have, someone could lend. However, to get a date was not as tiresome. All you needed was life....... Isn't that awesome? She would ask for your commitment after she had given you her all. She would forgive you even after all, But for guilt, your heart wouldn't stop beeping. These days you need courage, money, good looks and fame without any debate. All these just to get someone to date else thou shalt be too late. This particular lady came to me even when I was not ready. Accepting me, knowing that I did not deserve to propose. I tried to hide but Grace found me. In fact, her approach I couldn't oppose and as promised, she has been with me ever since. Forgiving my sin...

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