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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CHOICE I didn't make

It is said With no meaning absurd The toad is the best To tell the real feel of water And not by a finger test. We hear the quotation, Your life is in your own hand My infidel interpretation Is, can life be fetched like sand? Some are born of spirits Others by woman Many as offsprings Only one by a virgin I fell in the peasant's farmhouse To a woman who never wore blouse Had friends whose hair birthed lice And siblings who survived on lies Those on the other side Thought a river was like poolside And had TV to view "by the fireside" To them, life began at twenty While mine was waiting till forty. Weeding, pruning and thinning out Consoling myself that time won't run out Producing the golden tree That the lucky kid calls chocolate. Since age three I knew I was getting late But whose choice is it Being unworthy or dear To be born with silver wear Or be birthed a misfit Had we, those in my shoe We the unlucky ones Without any choice, not once Come across...

DREAMSCAPE

An experience of a walking life; Or thoughts of the day in motion at night, Flowing peacefully in spirit like a kite. Awaiting an Estimated Time of Arrival, In your heart’s own built terminal. You woke up from the thunderous snore, Just to realize you were in a slumber. But you vividly remember; The realities you did encounter, And how beautiful it was that you saw. So you shared your story in the morning, While you were still yawning. Yes you shared; With people of like-mindedness. And boom! you are a hit; A one time wander, Now a lifetime wonder, With whom everyone wants to sit, But your dreams, don’t let them plunder. You are now a champion, So go ahead my companion. Go ahead with that plan; Store as many as you can, If it can’t be frozen, just get it canned.

CHRISTMAS EVE

As though eve sounds like a name, Let’s dive deeper into her aim. Because, once upon a time in Eden, This same name was a mention. Days, weeks and months may pass, And once a lad meets a lass, He calls her to be his. Especially if she’s still a miss. She may agree with a kiss, Or sometimes with a cunning hiss… Saying, “I’ll think about it” If you hear her say this, Then boy, she deems you fit. Here comes your Eve: Not that regular girl… Who takes no for an answer, Nor accepting anything meager. Eve sees you as her sponsor, Her onetime companion. She trust to rest on your shoulder, And you dare not avoid her opinion. So take note of her anniversaries, As she jealously fight your adversaries. She expects you to sacrifice your anger, Even if she’s wrong, give her a pamper. Spoiling her with gifts and roses, As if life is all but rosy.

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