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!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Reflections.
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!
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-
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
Arise!
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!
Arise!
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!
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
Arise!
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!
Arise!
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!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Where is our industry heading to?
I watched the trailer of an upcoming movie this afternoon, and man! I don't know what to say. I mean, the whole trailer had about 50 per cent of it being sex scenes, not ordinary sex scenes, steamy ones. Hmm, I wonder if original story lines are finished, or whether our movie stars think acting in such manner makes them better actors. Money? Yes. Fame? Yes. But reputation also counts. Does this prove my earlier post about people using sex as unique selling points? It has not been premiered yet, so I'll wait to see whether it really has a story line, or it's just sex, sex ,sex. Does acting nude scenes make you a better actor? Hmmm. if you want to see it for yourself, visit www.ghanainmovie.com and watch the HEART OF MEN movie trailer. Then you can comment, am I just making noise? Or I have a point?
Here and There...
Sex Sells?
I may be going on and on about indecent sex of late, I don't know why myself, but it's possible it could be the voice in the wilderness shouting.
It's amazing how many organizations now use sex to sell their products, or add sexually attractive elements to their advertisement packages.
Have you observed that almost everything now has a so called sex appeal? Check the adverts. from clothing to cars. Even perfumes! i don't know why. Is it because as they say sex sells? Or something else. I'm listening to you guys.
I may be going on and on about indecent sex of late, I don't know why myself, but it's possible it could be the voice in the wilderness shouting.
It's amazing how many organizations now use sex to sell their products, or add sexually attractive elements to their advertisement packages.
Have you observed that almost everything now has a so called sex appeal? Check the adverts. from clothing to cars. Even perfumes! i don't know why. Is it because as they say sex sells? Or something else. I'm listening to you guys.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Here and There...
Sawasawasawale, Sawasawasawale, pam pam pam!
My mom, will kill me for even attempting to hum this song, she hates it, passionately.
It's recently that I've even found the song interesting, I don't like the lyrics though. I love the rhythm. Anyway, I didn't start this post to write about a song people love to hate. No, it's to speak about the rising number of hot-spots, in Accra. Don't know what a hot-spot is? Keep reading.
Some time ago, the ever popular soldier bar, known to be a notorious red light district was broken down, to the happiness of some people, and the displeasure of others. I was quite happy, thinking it meant the beginning of the end of such indescribable activities on our streets, at least, it will be reduced by a huge margin, or so I thought.
BUT NO!
They have relocated, they are now everywhere! Around the park by OBRA spot, in front of Vienna city, and all around that place. And their new location, LAPAZ. yes, Lapaz. I don't know if you are shocked, but I am. I had already heard they had taken their activities there, but I didn't believe it could get there. So I decided to check it out myself.(you know my kokonsa self).
It was around 9pm when I got there, and I stood by a pub around that place, just looking around to see what I could find. It was serious, the place is slowly turning into a red light district. After standing for sometime, I could tell which one of them was and which one of them was not. Hope you get the picture?
I walked to a spot where I could get a vehicle home, and an aged woman asked me to stop, politely. Unsuspectingly, I did stop. She came close and said "y3nko line 3?" (tr: let's go for a line). I smiled mildly and politely refused. continuing my search for a vehicle, I spotted quite a number of them loitering around, some old enough to be my aunt, no kidding. I kept wondering what drives them to do something like this.
My dad taught me never to judge, the bible teaches so too. Because you never know the motive, which GOD judges. So let me throw this to my readers, let's explore the reasons why people sell their bodies for sex. Is it greed, poverty, agbala, sakawa, I don't know. What do you think?
Tswa, Omanye aba!
My mom, will kill me for even attempting to hum this song, she hates it, passionately.
It's recently that I've even found the song interesting, I don't like the lyrics though. I love the rhythm. Anyway, I didn't start this post to write about a song people love to hate. No, it's to speak about the rising number of hot-spots, in Accra. Don't know what a hot-spot is? Keep reading.
Some time ago, the ever popular soldier bar, known to be a notorious red light district was broken down, to the happiness of some people, and the displeasure of others. I was quite happy, thinking it meant the beginning of the end of such indescribable activities on our streets, at least, it will be reduced by a huge margin, or so I thought.
BUT NO!
They have relocated, they are now everywhere! Around the park by OBRA spot, in front of Vienna city, and all around that place. And their new location, LAPAZ. yes, Lapaz. I don't know if you are shocked, but I am. I had already heard they had taken their activities there, but I didn't believe it could get there. So I decided to check it out myself.(you know my kokonsa self).
It was around 9pm when I got there, and I stood by a pub around that place, just looking around to see what I could find. It was serious, the place is slowly turning into a red light district. After standing for sometime, I could tell which one of them was and which one of them was not. Hope you get the picture?
I walked to a spot where I could get a vehicle home, and an aged woman asked me to stop, politely. Unsuspectingly, I did stop. She came close and said "y3nko line 3?" (tr: let's go for a line). I smiled mildly and politely refused. continuing my search for a vehicle, I spotted quite a number of them loitering around, some old enough to be my aunt, no kidding. I kept wondering what drives them to do something like this.
My dad taught me never to judge, the bible teaches so too. Because you never know the motive, which GOD judges. So let me throw this to my readers, let's explore the reasons why people sell their bodies for sex. Is it greed, poverty, agbala, sakawa, I don't know. What do you think?
Tswa, Omanye aba!
Friday, September 4, 2009
Tales from Troskiville
I haven't blogged in a while, I know that. I'm soory. But i'm still around, and erm... never mind! Anyways, I'm still blogging, that's the most important part!
I'm trying to start a new story blogging series I call tales from troskiville. y'all know what a troski, or trotro is right? Well for those of you who don't know, a troski, or trotro is the name given to the public transport buses in Ghana. Simple!
I'd be doing some stories under Tales from Troskiville, but with different subtitles. There's a whole lot that goes on in a troski, and I think it will be fun to share them. Let's start with this one. some of you may havce heard it before...
STUPID
Kwesi was sitting a face to face seater troski on his way somewhere. There was this man cracking dirty jokes in the troski, and everyone was laughing, everyone except Kwesi. he wasn't laughing because he felt angered by the man's open display of filth, and the market women's open admiration of such filth, cos they were laughing. he kept going on going till he did the unthinkable, he turned to Kwesi after sharing one of the jokes and asked" or my brother, what do you think?"
Kwesi, lookd at him and just said "STUPID"
just once, and there was silence!
More troski tales coming up.
(and for those of you redaing this on facebook, read the original post and more on www.omanye-sane,blogspot.com)
I'm trying to start a new story blogging series I call tales from troskiville. y'all know what a troski, or trotro is right? Well for those of you who don't know, a troski, or trotro is the name given to the public transport buses in Ghana. Simple!
I'd be doing some stories under Tales from Troskiville, but with different subtitles. There's a whole lot that goes on in a troski, and I think it will be fun to share them. Let's start with this one. some of you may havce heard it before...
STUPID
Kwesi was sitting a face to face seater troski on his way somewhere. There was this man cracking dirty jokes in the troski, and everyone was laughing, everyone except Kwesi. he wasn't laughing because he felt angered by the man's open display of filth, and the market women's open admiration of such filth, cos they were laughing. he kept going on going till he did the unthinkable, he turned to Kwesi after sharing one of the jokes and asked" or my brother, what do you think?"
Kwesi, lookd at him and just said "STUPID"
just once, and there was silence!
More troski tales coming up.
(and for those of you redaing this on facebook, read the original post and more on www.omanye-sane,blogspot.com)
Friday, August 7, 2009
Piloloo!
Piloloo yaafo b3 mli!
Somebody's wife is missing
The husband's heart is aching
And he's everybody dissing!
He's screaming and he's barking
He's shouting and he's cussing
He's stopped us all from sleeping
With his crying and his clapping!
Piloloo yaafo b3 mli!
Somebody's wife is missing
She left the house jubilating
I knew she was deceiving
But hey this is amiss!
I can't understand this
The man is making all the noise
I never saw them kiss!
The truth has been made bare!
This is too much to bear
He went to a bar and slept in there
His wife is missing. Clear?
Piloloo yaafo b3 mli!
Somebody's wife is missing
Somebody's wife is missing
The husband's heart is aching
And he's everybody dissing!
He's screaming and he's barking
He's shouting and he's cussing
He's stopped us all from sleeping
With his crying and his clapping!
Piloloo yaafo b3 mli!
Somebody's wife is missing
She left the house jubilating
I knew she was deceiving
But hey this is amiss!
I can't understand this
The man is making all the noise
I never saw them kiss!
The truth has been made bare!
This is too much to bear
He went to a bar and slept in there
His wife is missing. Clear?
Piloloo yaafo b3 mli!
Somebody's wife is missing
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Rhythm of the heart
(heart beat)
I pound,
You pound,
Together,
We pound.
The single joy and happiness,
The only thing we've found.
Slowly and steadily,
And silently it sounds.
The evidence of pounding
Is as silenced as it sounds.
I pound,
You pound,
To a rhythm
We have found,
And love resides abundantly
To wipe out every frown.
The joy we share can only crown,
The distance we have come,
My heart says one, your heart says two
Together,
They pound.
I pound,
And find,
Your pound,
So refined.
A heart so pure,
And love I'm sure,
My sickness it can cure.
It does resound,
On beauty grounds,
To fairness it is bound.
So when you miss me,(so profound!)
Listen to your heart pound!
I pound,
You pound,
Together,
We pound.
The single joy and happiness,
The only thing we've found.
Slowly and steadily,
And silently it sounds.
The evidence of pounding
Is as silenced as it sounds.
I pound,
You pound,
To a rhythm
We have found,
And love resides abundantly
To wipe out every frown.
The joy we share can only crown,
The distance we have come,
My heart says one, your heart says two
Together,
They pound.
I pound,
And find,
Your pound,
So refined.
A heart so pure,
And love I'm sure,
My sickness it can cure.
It does resound,
On beauty grounds,
To fairness it is bound.
So when you miss me,(so profound!)
Listen to your heart pound!
Friday, July 17, 2009
They offered to fix the road, and kill us!
I was so happy when I saw that construction work had begun on the road from main gbawe to the Zero house and bank Quarters area. Was quite happy till someone told me that Zoomlion had offered to fix the road, so that they could a place for a dumpsite in our neighbourhood. i still can't get it. they fix it, to kill us?
Monday, July 13, 2009
Maybe not one for me
Bought her flowers,
Promised her fun to the highest!
All around her, I'd flank,
Was to her, I was a gentleman!
I Opened all the doors,
I Made all the calls.
And when she spilled it,
I cleaned all the floors.
But she didn't notice,
Or maybe she did.
But to her,
I was good,
But not boyfriend material.
Cos I gave her a shoulder to cry on,
Not a reason to cry.
We shared crazy experiences,
I gave her something to laugh about.
Should I have told her,
That I loved her that soon?
I thought I had to be a friend first.
But a friend got there first.
Hey I did try,
But it was possible,
Very possible
That she may not be the one for me!
Promised her fun to the highest!
All around her, I'd flank,
Was to her, I was a gentleman!
I Opened all the doors,
I Made all the calls.
And when she spilled it,
I cleaned all the floors.
But she didn't notice,
Or maybe she did.
But to her,
I was good,
But not boyfriend material.
Cos I gave her a shoulder to cry on,
Not a reason to cry.
We shared crazy experiences,
I gave her something to laugh about.
Should I have told her,
That I loved her that soon?
I thought I had to be a friend first.
But a friend got there first.
Hey I did try,
But it was possible,
Very possible
That she may not be the one for me!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
He comes to visit.
Obama.
What does he want?
A visit?
Or more?
And please, Agya Atta, don't call him Omaba.
What does he want?
A visit?
Or more?
And please, Agya Atta, don't call him Omaba.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Soldier bar broken. yay! but...
I watched the Accra Met Assembly break down the (in)famous soldier bar last time, and I thought it was a good sign, at least for starters. But does that mean breaking down the structures will put an end to the action going on there?
Friday, July 3, 2009
THe Devil In The Mirror
She knows God
He doesn't.
The gorgeous secretary's single
How come?
The factory's burnt down
Who did it?
God's punishment?
Satan's works?
The bishop's a fake!
Or wait?
Who's the devil?
Look in the mirror!
Answers?
"THE DEVIL IN THE MIRROR"
(A stage play by Roverman Productions)
National Theatre
4th and 5th July
2 shows each day
1st show 4pm
2nd show 8pm
20 Ghana cedis.
See u!
He doesn't.
The gorgeous secretary's single
How come?
The factory's burnt down
Who did it?
God's punishment?
Satan's works?
The bishop's a fake!
Or wait?
Who's the devil?
Look in the mirror!
Answers?
"THE DEVIL IN THE MIRROR"
(A stage play by Roverman Productions)
National Theatre
4th and 5th July
2 shows each day
1st show 4pm
2nd show 8pm
20 Ghana cedis.
See u!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
My Birthday Song.
Happy birthday to me,
happy birthday to me,
happy birthday to me,
happy birthday to me.
Exactly some 2 decades and a few years ago, I was born. Growing up has been an experience, but the best part is, I'm still alive! thank GOD! And I hope to grow and become the real blessing GOD created me to be. Thanks to all of you who have contributed and are part of my life, I really appreciate you. I know with GOD on our sides, we can achieve anything at all. Love y'all.
happy birthday to me,
happy birthday to me,
happy birthday to me.
Exactly some 2 decades and a few years ago, I was born. Growing up has been an experience, but the best part is, I'm still alive! thank GOD! And I hope to grow and become the real blessing GOD created me to be. Thanks to all of you who have contributed and are part of my life, I really appreciate you. I know with GOD on our sides, we can achieve anything at all. Love y'all.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Simply Annoying
I go to The University of Ghana, Legon, to give something to someone. There happens to be a graduation ceremony on that day, and I'm to deliver the item to the person at the graduation grounds. After going through all the hectic time getting there.I start calling the person, all to no avail. Then I get to know that the event is at the great hall. I pick a taxi there. Immediately I got there and get out of the taxi, I see a lady who walks up tome, thinking she wants to sit in the taxi, I hold the door open for her. But no, she brings out some curled ribbon cellotaped to a safety pin, pins it to my shirt and says harshly, give a donation. Can you imagine? Is that how to ask for money? Nearly marred my already disturbed morning. Any experiences?
Friday, May 29, 2009
The Hardest Thing
Hey guys, it's been quite some time since I wrote anything. Well here is me. Once again I'm gonna do this straight of my brains. And let's see how it goes.
(deep breath) here we go...
Hey you,
This is what I'm begging you to do.
I'll call me me,
And you, you.
So Cutie Miss You,
hear what i have to say.
I'm losing it,
But I want it.
Been around you,
Seen you laugh,
Cry,
Smile, (love that one!)
And frown. (still beautiful!)
But it's so far away,
Though you are so near everyday.
I share in the oceans,
Of your emotions
Deeply than you ever know.
I cry, laugh, smile, and frown with your flow.
Pretty Miss You.
It's been a while,
But I'm scared.
A part of me says yes,
Another doesn't.
So I'ma breath in and let you know...
Miss You,
I love you!
And I don't care whatever happens!
Hope we still remains friends though!
(Oops, Think I just threw the last of what we had outta the window)
Aight guys, this is how far my breath can carry me, I know some of you may be wondering whether it's true. Well, could be, couldn't be, whatcha think?
(deep breath) here we go...
Hey you,
This is what I'm begging you to do.
I'll call me me,
And you, you.
So Cutie Miss You,
hear what i have to say.
I'm losing it,
But I want it.
Been around you,
Seen you laugh,
Cry,
Smile, (love that one!)
And frown. (still beautiful!)
But it's so far away,
Though you are so near everyday.
I share in the oceans,
Of your emotions
Deeply than you ever know.
I cry, laugh, smile, and frown with your flow.
Pretty Miss You.
It's been a while,
But I'm scared.
A part of me says yes,
Another doesn't.
So I'ma breath in and let you know...
Miss You,
I love you!
And I don't care whatever happens!
Hope we still remains friends though!
(Oops, Think I just threw the last of what we had outta the window)
Aight guys, this is how far my breath can carry me, I know some of you may be wondering whether it's true. Well, could be, couldn't be, whatcha think?
Friday, May 22, 2009
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