Here and There...

I don't really fancy commenting on such issues but they contribute to bringing up the society, so I'll say, after all, who will if I don't?

Porn On The Pavement
One of the things that confuse me is how porn cds and mags are now displayed freely on our pavements. Don't believe me? Let me tell you. I've been using the overhead bridge at the Kwame Nkrumah Circle almost every day. The hawkers have taken over every piece of the walkway, leaving just a little space for passers by. I mean, they are not even supposed to be there! I know there's a mall just a few metres away for them, but they have refused to go there, and authorities care less. Anyway, that's not the point. What you would normally find the guys who sell the DVD's displaying is porn, yes, hard core porn DVD's with pictures on the covers. I mean, I know a lot of people love porn, yes but this is not where it's supposed to be sold. I even don't agree with the idea of porn at all. (but that's my personal opinion, hey?) And everybody gets to see it, even the "minors" who are normally kids who happen to use that place. I dont know what, but I think the authorities should something about it.

Soldier Bar Still In Operation
I have heard of so many operations by the police to stop the nocturnal activities of Soldier Bar. If you don't know that place, I'll show you. Soldier Bar is a place that looks so normal in the afternoon, but immediately it's night, it becomes a red light district. Still located around some corner at the same Kwame Nkrumah Circle, this place is an ordinary lorry station. Nothing looks strange in the afternoon but I tell you, things are going on. Let me tell you how I know.
We finished production rehearsals late one day, and we had a lift to Circle. One of my friends said he wanted to show us something, so he led us through a path I definitely knew, because I normally use that path in the daytime, I've never been there at night. It was a sorry sight! What I saw made me ask why all these were going on. Small girls, big women, teens, almost everyone, was in one revealing clothing or another, and the was music booming from surrounding bars. Almost all of them had a cigarette stick in her hand, and the place was just crazy. I passed through and I wondered whyt they had to do that.
But hey, I have heard and read, and seen on the TV several times the security forces busting this place. So my question is WHY IS IT STILL IN OPERATION IF IT IS AGAINST THE LAW? It's not like they don't know about it's existence, they do, but it beats my imagination why they go there, arrest them, and later let them run away. (I suspect something fishy!) It's sad, just sad. And I hear there are other places where these things are rampant. Please do something about it, anyone reading this who can.

Please write and let me know about your experiences, ort what you think. All contributions are welcome. Ghana is ours, where we will be depends on what we do now. Let's do something, NOW!
Tswa, Omanye aba!

The President will move!

Hi guys, sorry I haven't written anything for a while now. This is because I have been a little busy working on a play in which your's truly features. Mr President, Your Move, is a play by Ebo Whyte, a renowned playwright. This is a play with mixed items in the bag, and I recommend it for all. It is opening on Friday, the 20th of March, till Sunday, the 22nd of March. First show 4pm, 2nd show, 8pm. Be there! I will resume posting later. I have more interesting stuff coming up, stay tuned.
Tswa, Omanye aba!

Reflections

I always wondered what I had to say when someone asked me who a true Christian was, and I've been at sea for sometime. Then I stumbled upon a piece written by Maya Angelou about being a Christian, it made a lot of sense to me, so I decided to share it. Here it is...

When I say I'm Christian
I'm not shouting I'm clean living,
I'm whispering I was lost, now I'm found and forgiven.

When I say I'm Christian
I don't speak of it with pride,
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say I'm Christian
I'm not trying to be strong,
I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.

When I say I'm Christian
I'm not bragging of success,
I'm admitting I've failed and need God to clean up my mess.

When I say I'm Christian
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are too visible but God believes I'm worth it.

When I say I'm Christian
I still feel the sting of pain,
I have my share of heartaches so I call upon His name.

When I say I'm Christian
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner who received God's grace, somehow.

what do you think?

Will you still love me...

Will you still love me,
If I told you...

I may stop whispering your favorite " I love you?" (Though I really do!)
I may stop complimenting your hair, beauty, clothes, and hair-do?
I may leave early for work, come home late, and admit it was business? (and traffic?)
I may work late hours and wake you up just for sex?
I may not speak when troubled and just shut up?
I may be boyish sometimes? (I'm a grown boy, really!)
I may have a character I find difficult to quit,
and I may not want to hear you tell me how to stop it?
I am just being a man?

Will you take me for who I am?
Or what you wish me to be?

Voices Along The Pathway

The sun beats down
On the African plains
And slowly, but steadily,
I make my way on the dusty path
To the base of the *Wala mountain
To strive to the top
(The very top I mean!)
And there they stand
By the pathways they scream and loudly whisper
"That's Impossible, *Onyeee Ofee, *Wontumi Nye"
Voices of confusion,
Discouragement
And Evil.
Throwing dust into my eyes,
Throwing sand, at me.

The journey is long
My feet are sore,
My throat is parched
And for a drink I long.
It's mid-journey
The end is not in sight
But I can't stop now,
So I push on.
But they are there too!
Screaming and loudly whispering
* San wakyi, *Kuu Osee
And they throw stones at me,
They hurl stones, at me.

I hit a wall
My strength is drained
But an inner voice pushes me on!
Almost at the top,
The sides are steep
My palms are sore
From clinging on to ledges
And preventing myself from falling
Into the dark abyss below
The end is in sight (It's far, though)
I can do this!
But alas!
Ever present voices of discouragement
Fling rocks at me,
They hurl rocks at me.

Finally, I stand
At the very peak of the Wala mount
Tired, but smiling
Weak, but fulfilled.
With renewed strength,
I stand out tall,
I look down at the pathway.
And I see how far I've come.
I still see them,
The nemesis of success,
But hey, I can't be bothered!
Cos they are down on their knees,
Bowing down, at me!

Tswa. Omanye Aba!


(*Translations: Wala means "life" in ga.
Wontumi Nye and Onyeee Ofee are twi and ga phrases for "You can't make/do it"
San Wakyi and Kuu Osee are twi and ga phrases for "Go Back")