Wednesday, August 4, 2010


Many people wonder, and in their minds they ponder,
Why the bitter battle has not sent me into a predicted scuttle.
They toss and they turn,
Yet they do not comprehend.
Why I still remain firm like a militarized intern.

It’s because,
I am the wind in the sail,
Of the ship of life’s oceanic bane,
I am the courage inside, the feeling, the zest
To drive away life’s fears accursed.
I am the boldness of life that pushes you on,
And gives you enough reason to wipe out that frown.
I am the life, the light, the zing
That startles your hopes with a ping!

I am the money, the currency, the dough,
In the midst of any current poverty flow.
I am the man who says yes!
And stands out cos indeed, I am blessed!

So when life’s boring dirge
Distorts like a mistuned hymn,
I pray for you an urge
To awaken the Christ within.

I am because you are,
I am because He is!
The I am that I am has told me this.
I am a line crosser!
I am a barrier breaker!
I am anything He said I would be,
Indeed, I am!

Tswa, Omanye Aba!

Friday, July 9, 2010


It's been ages since I blogged, yeah I know. It's because a friend of mine made a statement which set me thinking. He said a blog is just a place where someone goes to just write his mind, his thoughts, and gets people to read em. That's the question, what's the big idea in blogging. it's a tough question for some yes, like me. When asked the question "Why do you blog?" What's you answer? Anyway, I'm not done blogging, at least not yet.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Osee, Osee, Black Star eee, forward ever!

This may not be the best way to start blogging in 2010, but it's a way! Happy New Year to y'all Omanye followers, and may this year be as nice as God plans it to be.

Well it was an eventful 2009, with all it's ups and downs, smiles and frowns. But hey, it's 2010 and we have another opportunity to make it rain. lol!

2010 started for me with a challenge but God dey, so I'm smiling. whats up with y'all.

I know it's quite a lazy way to start blogging but trust me, there are a million and one things boiling in me and when I really start blooging, hmmm...

And oh, congrats to the Black Stars, they have done very well by getting to he finals of the just ended CAN 2010. No one gave this team "B" a dog's chance. But still think the coach must be sacked. That's me, and i have my reasons. The boys are good yes, but it was evident that we were lacking in some areas

Anyways Happy Yew Year, and happy reading.
tswa, omanye aba!

Friday, November 13, 2009

Expressing Myself...

I am writing in the sea sand today,
Things I may not easily say.
I am gathering the courage to jot,
What, in cowardice, my craving mind did court.
Because the sea will wash away,
Anything I empty into the sands today,
And saying I Love You this way,
Will be stored gently in the waves.

I am screaming into the wind today,
To carry away what I say,
It's not really about being gay,
It's the safest of releasing my pain.
For confusion rocks my brain,
And loneliness eats from my plate.
And the wind may carry away,
My lamentations cried in this way.

I am writing on a rock today today,
Things which I am unafraid to say,
To shout that your grace and your name,
Has kept me safe in this time and place.
For I am nothing but an abandoned case,
Caught up in this worldly craze,
But your love did lift my spirits high,
And upon your wings do I soar and fly.

-Nii Saki-

Monday, September 28, 2009

Dza Nyonmo!

His arched back aches from the scorches,
And sweat burns his eyes.
His hands are sore and full of blisters
Bloodshot eyes ready to take on the world

I say to him arise!
Be seen,
Be known.

For the whip may hurt your back,
But it can never sting your soul,
Your spirit
Your identity.

Yes, hope comes from all over,
for Ataa Kpakpa has granted many unto us,
And it comes in all forms.
Ever towering giant ant-hills
Ever-green foliage and bushes,
The sweet scents of the lavender tree,
And the eerie whistling through the leaves.

I say arise!
Be heard,
Be seen,
Be known.

The kpanlogo drums echo it with rhythm,
The flute players blow it with passion
Xylophone players beat it out raging
And the fontomfrom speaks for itself


For the days of slavery are over!
Physically, mentally, spiritually.
Take hold, take charge!
The reins are in your hands now.
Arise, my crawling black brother.
Arise and stand tall.
Wipe your brow with the back of your palm,
it's time to take action now.
Take a stride, o long gaited brother
And move towards possession
For God has placed all within reach,
All you have have to do is move.

T'is but mere laziness
For akpanga to postpone his building
Drinking brukutu and crying agyei m'awu
When the rains come pouring on his profound baldness.
Stand, o my strong black brother,
Let no one take your place.
As the sun rises,
And the sun sets,
The horizon is it's place.
The days of slavery are over.
They know it, we are free
And this time Kwasi Broni can not heal our fever,
And they are scared indeed!

Be heard!
Be seen!
Stand up!
Hold up!
Speak up!
Take charge.
For no one can stand in your way.
No one, absolutely none.
Dza Nyonmo!