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LET’S DANCE

Take off your heels baby
The night is young
And we are even younger
Your feet need a break
They’re craving for my massage

Tonight is a dance of duality
Just you, and me, and the music
Well, nature abounds plenty
Juice from the palm, herbs also
And we’ve never been crazy

Get me some dancing shoes
My feet are cold
And we ain’t need a bed yet
This dancing job?
Let’s make do with our hands and feet

Turn up the music
Higher than the liquor can get us
Scream like I’m in too deep
Shout like the herb’s taken over
For tonight we are free

Take a step back, two forward
Turn around, and your waist
Go down low, and a bit lower
Then come, come to me
My hands around your waist

I like the way you do
You dance so well
It’s gorgeous, and you’re beautiful
Like Torpsichore in Aphrodite
So let’s dance, we have all night

REVELATION 2:11

I walked into the ICU, as I had done for the past three days to review my patient before the hectic day as a house officer starts. This was one who had suffered over 70% burns with inhalational burns as well. I remember seeing him the previous day before I went home. I asked him how he was doing and he was so optimistic. More optimistic than myself because all I could think of was how to end the month since I was as broke as the Trump wall that is even yet to be built. I don’t know what it is with Januarys’. They are just long. I swear, the end of the ocean can be seen clearer than that of January. But he was cheerful, he was happy, he had just finished a cup of yogurt. I bid him goodbye and said to see him the following day.

I walked in as usual, and he had been intubated. I just could think about what had happened over the night. I called him and there was no response. I wasn’t worried because if it had happened, I wouldn’t have come to meet him. He had been sedated. I stood in awe, I couldn’t read my thoughts, I couldn’t feel my energy, I couldn’t see my eyes, but I watched. I watched him for a while, I couldn’t hear what the nurses were discussing, I couldn’t make any sense of anything around me. I was there to go get some plasma for him. I was there to write in his folder as I am obliged to do. I was there to report his progress to my boss. I was there, I was there, and I watched.

Then I remembered his wife used to sit in front of the ICU. I remembered I have to remind her to get people to replace all the units he had received. But I watched. Before I could realize, I was singing…. ‘Say something, I’m giving up on you’ You should find that song if you’ve never heard it. It’s by a duo called, A Great Big World. Quite interesting the name of the duo that composed such and amazing tune. It was playing from a nurse’s phone. It’s one of those songs I used to listen to anytime I felt like I was lonely. But the fact is, I’ve never been lonely. Well, maybe once or twice. But that’s not bad for a silver jubilant and more. Sometimes I wonder why I can’t remember stuff like I do lyrics. Maybe I could have been an upgrade of Einstein and Newton. But I do remember them, especially my Kanye’s. So I started singing.

“Say something, I’m giving up on you

I’ll be the one if you want me to

Anywhere I would’ve followed you


Say something, I’m giving up on you



And I… am feeling so small

It was over my head

I know nothing at all

And I… will stumble and fall

I’m still learning to love

Just starting to crawl



Say something, I’m giving up on you


I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you


Anywhere I would’ve followed you


Say something, I’m giving up on you



And I… will swallow my pride


You’re the one that I love


And I’m saying goodbye



Say something, I’m giving up on you


And I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you


And anywhere I would’ve followed you (Oh-Ooh)


Say something, I’m giving up on you



Say something, I’m giving up on you
Say something..”

I heard another voice that wasn’t mine. A nurse had joined in. She told me about how she witnessed a soul pass and all she could do was watch on. A good friend once said, “Sometimes there’s no need holding on, you just need to let go” and of a truth, it turns out most of the time that there is more healing in letting go. So we sang, and she was a bit surprised. I’m yet to find out if it was my voice, the look on my face, or that we too can sing. But I still watched on.

I felt he was giving up, I felt it was too early to give up. Then I thought about all he could be going through. I thought will it be better if he let go? I thought about the wife always sitting in front there. I thought about the family, and I watched on. I took my pen from my pocket and wrote in the folder, I took the form to go get his plasma, I finally reported of his progress to my boss, just as I am obliged to. The song still lingers in the content within my skull. In fact, I am playing it as I write this very piece. If I think I have issues to deal with, if I think I have scores to settle, I have come to a realization that it can never surpass the Lord’s prayer, “And give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses.” He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.

WELCOME TO HEARTBREAK

I lay my head to rest, but my brain begins to reminesce
It’s a dance of duality, a ying yang
About love, and lost love, and love, and lost love again
The matter of my calvaria needs the calvary
It’s spinning in circles, about to escape the orbit
But I can’t see, feels like I’m radioactive

It’s so loud; the lub-dub, it’s tangible, it’s broken
Maybe, even beyond repair, No! Wait, Yes! Beyond repair
My thoughts, they’re racing with time, and about to win
But my legs, they’re fatigued here, and strong there
How a lover plays with your love and makes you low

The facade, it’s a kingsman, has to be intact, and it’s exhaustive
So at night I lay, shed a few tears, wipe them, and shed more
Hoping, praying, that you come nearer or leave into the nothingness
That my eyes may never behold a fading beauty
And my ears, never to hear whispers of your hellos

It is, indeed, it is, a Rubik’s cube, such a beautiful mess
Not even Rumi can fathom; to bet my last breath on you
I did, oh yes I did; the serendipity, the dilemma, the near but forbidden ecstasy
How life fades, like a man with slit catotids; a peaceful torture
How tides turn, like Saul and Paul, may the gods forgive us

I didn’t come here looking for you, maybe so
I came here looking for the piece of myself I left in you
I came here to return the piece of yourself left in me
I came here not for you, only to take what is mine and give back what is yours
But now I’m here, and don’t know whether to give and take
It’s a trap; don’t fall for it, it’s a dream; wake up

I die inside a thousand times, your eye sees it, your heart feels it
I mean it when I say “I’m not okay”, but nobody knows
How the air I breathe is tainted with so many faint hopes and promises
I write about a girl; I don’t know her, I don’t hate her
But I read; she could have been a flower, but she dropped before she blossomed
Now she’s dead, lower the casket, I can feel her daring us, lower the casket

PSALM 23 : 5

They say God works in mysterious ways, but how mysterious? I can’t say much about that. The controversial creation story, and the tower of Babel alone can give you enough reasons to fathom how mysterious He can be. We shouldn’t forget how He rained manna from above, He made water come from a rock, He sent doves to feed one prophet; not really sure if it’s Sha or Jah, but He did it. He mysteriously guided some small stone to kill a giant, and mysteriously kept someone in the belly of a whale for I think 3 days or so. Blame your Sunday school teacher if you don’t know all these, or better still blame yourself for being that stubborn kid they always said would go to hell.

I remember how I used to love the gospel Psalms. Well I still do. I remember those days when I could recite Psalm 91 like I do Kanye now. God!!! I need to find my way back to the cross. Well, no matter how fallen I am, I can never forget the 23rd chapter, and the 5th verse to be precise. At least not until today; a day when scripture was fulfilled in the world of the beautiful game. Not once, but twice, and in a space of 10 minutes, I believed that God works in mysterious ways.

I once heard of the story of David; about how God lifted him from the woods to the throne. And how He prepared a table before him in the presence of his enemies. I know, my faith is nothing to write home about but it is unimaginable, more unimaginable than the ring falling into the hands of a Hobbit, than for a 70 million striker to gift two goals to his fiercest rivals.

Surely, goodness and mercy followed David all the days of his life, but Lukaku needs a shepherd, and he is definitely in want.

YOU’LL NEVER WALK ALONE

 

I once heard the most painful thing ever. I heard an AC Milan fan say on top of his chest that even if they were not to play in the Champions League for a 1000 years, Arsenal would never match the feat they’ve managed to achieve in the tournament. I’m sure my dear Milanista (If there’s even something like that) could not fathom why Arsenal always managed to play among the elites while his own team seem lost in the woods. Well, I wonder what the Los Blancos will say then seeing they’ve lifted the trophy more than Chelsea has won the premiership. But at that instant I was glad I wasn’t a Gooner.

I can bet my last penny that a similar encounter ensued back in the 90s, where a Liverpool fan dared some Red Devil guy. Fast forward to 2017 and our dear brothers always walk alone. Before you start thinking the unimaginable, I’m not saying Arsenal will do the unthinkable, because with Sanchez smiling at every loss, and some sheets to balance, the tortoise is more likely to win a race than Arsenal lift the cup. But truth is, these two may not even be the people to lead Arsenal back to the days of glory. After all, Iwobi is still around. LOL

I love good football just as much as I love G.O.O.D Music. I’ve seen the likes of Ronaldinho and Messi, so I understand when people claim to be Catalans. I’ve seen Manchester United and their magic at the Camp Nou. I’ve seen Chelsea bring glory to London. Real Madrid is not tired of winning. Bayern Munich is a joy to watch seeing they keep adding to their trophies. Juventus has been quite phenomenal ever since they came back from the drop. Well, there’s nothing worthwhile to say about AC Milan and Inter Milan since they’re more concerned meandering in and out of consciousness.

One thing that has baffled me my entire life; not the famous creation story, neither the controversial theory of evolution, nor the big bang, is Liverpool fans. There are a few unimaginable things; like the crocodile eating its own hatchlings, Trump banning immigrants when he’s married to one, Ghana spending over $4million on ministers’ salaries, but to lose an 18 league trophies advantage? Damn!!!! That must be hell for the fans. I tend to understand people who are actually from the land because almost every team out there seem to have its own support base and someway somehow, they remain loyal.

However, back home some sect would not let go off Liverpool and support a better team. I nearly branded them masochist until I witnessed the greatest comeback in Champions League history. It may even suffice to say in the history of the beautiful game. A certain tried and tested Barcelona, after trailing 4 – nil, made an unimaginable comeback to seal qualification into the next round. Truth is, as a fan, I had given up, until that flick from Roberto.

On that faithful day, I cast my mind back to that faithful evening, on the 26th of May, 2005, when a certain team in red did what at that time was the greatest comeback in Champions League history. Barcelona had 90 minutes to recover from a 4-goal deficit, Liverpool had just 45 minutes to recover from 3 goals, and they did it in style.

So, if I feel I owe Barcelona the loyalty of my support, there is no better team than Liverpool for supporters to throw in all their loyalty irrespective of some barren years. So anytime you think Merseyside, think just the Red and anytime you shout Liverpool, be sure there’s some OG around the corner to give you the famous We Will Walk Alone. So if you are a fan, and you are Red, walk on, walk on with hope in your heart and you will never walk on.

 

Image Credit: Kierran Carroll Designs, Google Images

I HAVE A DREAM

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Insanity is doing something over and over and over again, yet expecting a different result – Albert Einstein, may his soul rest in perfect peace.

Independence day is here again, and just like the human female at that time of the month, the mood swings, the cramps, the mess of the few indecent ones, name them, cannot be unexpected. 60 years down the line (something that has baffled me all my life) we stand at the brink of failure, waiting for a little push, but not to success. Today, the streets of Accra shall be adorned with the famed colors. Roads will be block, V8s shall patrol the streets. Children shall march on empty stomachs, a few people will collapse, and even fewer ambulances will be available. Eyes will be glued to televisions; patriotism shall be the talk of town. The rulers of the land shall sit, and the Ghana Cedi will be lost all in the name of independence day but the bigger question is, are we truly independent?

The oxford dictionary defines independence as “free from outside control; not subject to another’s authority” but more importantly, “not depending on another for livelihood or subsistence” and most importantly, “capable of thinking or acting for oneself”. Yes, words cannot be minced. I look at all these and wonder… Are we really free? Probably, if being free equates to peace. Are we independent? Hell yeah, today is independence day right? Are we capable of thinking for ourselves? Of course, we are that smart to allow the Chinese to pollute our water bodies for some few dollars. So congratulations Ghana because you have met all the criteria for independence according to the oxford dictionary.

60 years, even though I feel is a misnomer, is no small feat. So let’s play a game. Let’s call it when I’m 60. What do you hope to have achieved by the time you are 60? You can tell me in the comments. But to mention a few, we all hope to have had the best of education, saved enough for our health, living in our dream house with the woman we love, saved enough for the education of our kids, travelled the world, probably the CEO of our company, or maybe the big boss elsewhere. The dreams are so big that sometimes we hardly sleep at night and the silence can be so loud that wish we could pull the future forward and live right in it right now but some things are beyond our reach and we need to play to the tune of nature.

60 years post independence, and our beloved has done nothing but failed the youth, deprived our aged of a peaceful home call, made the future bleak for the kids, and the wellbeing of the people ae not considered. We hide behind the 60 years and think we are a young country. Really? Life doesn’t start when we are no longer under parental control. It’s starts there, right there in the womb. Right there in the womb where our parent’s genetics can give us diseases we will carry for as long as we live. Right there in the womb where thalidomide can decide whether we get limbs or not. Right there in the womb where our mother’s ignorance can make us see the light or go back from whence we came. Right there in the womb where our mother’s promiscuous life can deform us. That’s where it starts. And then every step or misstep, every decision or indecision, every good or evil, will make us or mar us.

We live in a Ghana that is no different from the one our father’s fathers lived in save a few Kuffour’s Hotel and Dubai interchange. We live in a Ghana where we value propaganda than policies. My Ghana can rear guniea fowls and feed them in Burkina. Yes! That’s our Ghana. My Ghana cannot construct the Kumasi-Accra highway even though it is the busiest and economically important highway. Our parliamentarians enjoy their ex-gratia as much as they enjoy absenting themselves from parliament. Our presidents are quick to ask for houses as much as they are quick to abandon affordable housing. Our politicians are quick at heckling speeches than reviewing documents before they sign. I am no economics genius but I feel we can generate enough income from our harbors and toll booths all around the country. This and many more can we do if we really are 60.

But as Martin Luther (may his soul rest in perfect peace) said, I have a dream. I have a dream that one day our leaders will commute with us in our famous “trotro” and spare some money for national developmental. I have a dream that one day our parliamentarians will sacrifice their ex-gratia for a hospital in that village. I have a dream that one day our National Health Insurance will be as strong as it once was. I have a dream that one day we will not borrow from China that has more mouth to feed than we do. I have a dream that one day every region will have a university, a tertiary hospital and an airport. I have a dream that one day every child will at least have tertiary education. I have a dream that one day Ghanaians will patronize Apostle Safo’s goods.

Today we will sing an anthem that is the most powerful and sweetest I’ve heard in my entire life. But now it is as empty as the people who sing it. Indeed, God has blessed our homeland as the opening verse rightly says but the rest I fear might have been cast into the fiery chasm of Mordor. Our nation is neither great nor strong, we are not bold to defend the freedom and rights of our people, we cherish humility and honesty no more, and the worst of it, we cannot resist the oppressor’s rule. So why do we sing? Why do we even stand when we know we will sit when freedom and rights are being trampled upon? Why do we stand when we know we will sit and watch the tax payers money go down the drain? But I know I will stand also for I am no better than you all. I know I will still stand because I have been taught to follow. I know I will stand because above all my love for our beloved still prevails.

My dear Ghanaians, there is a charge for us to keep, and that is to make our voice loud and be heard. Forget the ice bucket challenge. To hell with the mannequin challenge. Today and as long as we live is the “#Ihaveadream4gh” challenge. I cannot say all because I do not know all. Let us make sure they know our dreams. Let us sing them loud and clear. I know they will listen and I know our leaders are competent to act. God bless our homeland Ghana and God bless us all. Happy Independence Day.

 

 

 

 

 

GHANA, MORE THAN A HOME

I come from the west
Not of the world
But of Africa
Rich in culture
Blessed with beautiful women

I come from blood, and gold, and green
An emblem of love, riches and harmony
I come from the black star
It echoes hope in the doldrums of despair
Bless the gods, I was made here

They call it a country
I call it home
They call its people citizens
I call them family
Blessed with humor

They say she’s a warrior king
I say she’s a mother
She feeds her young ones
She trades power for peace
Above all, a gateway to hope

I come from one, but we are ten
Ten in one, the trinity must envy
I speak just one, but there are many
A sense of diversity in unity
And unity in strength

Hail the words of of our anthem
God bless our homeland
Make our nation great and strong….
Fill our hearts with true humility
Make us cherish fearless honesty

The beauty of the sun up north
The breeze in the south
The greens sandwiched in between
There’s nothing more beautiful
It’s just breathtaking

But there’s a charge to keep
A home to keep building
That part of the bridge to fix
That brother to lend a hand
And that prodigal son to bring home

I have a dream of a home
A home without tribes
I have a dream of a home
With men and women
Full of fearless honesty

So wherever you are
North or South, East or West
Let’s all join with Amu
And sing for the world to hear
“Yɛn ara asaase ni
Ɛyɛ aboɔden de ma yɛn
Mogya a nananom hwie gui
Nya de too hɔ maa yɛn
Aduru me ne wo nso
Sɛ yɛbɛyɛ bi atoa so
Nimdeɛ ntraso, nkoto-kranne
Adi yɛn bra mu dɛm
Ma yɛn asaase ho dɔ atom sɛɛ

Ɔman no, sɛ ɛbɛyɛ yie oo
Ɛyɛ nsennahɔ sɛ
Ɔmanfo bra na ɛkyɛrɛ

LET’S EAT

Come! Let’s dine together

No need to buy, I’ve got a recipe

It’s hot and saucy

It sure will rock your world

 

You’ve got a plate, I have a stick

That’s all we need for some Chinese

Your plate? Damn, It’s deep

My stick? Never mind. Just come

 

Don’t be perturbed, I know your cravings

A cup half-filled with juice

Some cream in a soufflé cup

And nutmeg to get you high

 

I know your dislike for Bolt

Such a runner, but for short distances

The marathon shows at 06:09 GMT

We will watch while we eat

 

I’ve got you a present

Wrapped, ready to use

Just keep it in a little longer

Or better still, play with it

 

Let’s go over some table manners

Don’t eat before you pray

Don’t choke on my juice

And go slowly as possible

 

Now let us eat, I’m famished

Let’s lick some honey first

Let’s hold hands and say some words

And then consume till we can no more

SEDUCTION

 

Come baby, let’s drink to our accomplishment

And sacrifice our sanity for ecstasy

No need for underwear

For tonight we are free

 

Make your lips bleed

Fill the room with your fragrance

Take off your heels and let me hold you

Pull you slowly and closely

Till your breast embrace my chest

And there’s no air in between

 

See my veins as I lift you up

And feel my blood rush through them

Let me take you up to the sofa

And play some music to spice our night

For the day is ours

And there’s no need to rush

 

I take off my vest to reveal my packs

It looks like 6 but I wanted 9

Never mind, just focus on what’s below

Cos it’s a perfect compass

And you’re the North

 

Permit me to undress you

Set some fire in you as I take off the bra

Feel the chills as I hold your curves

And get wet without the rains

Let’s set the world on fire

For tonight we are one

 

You look so exhausted, honor my fingers

To give you that massage you’ve never had

Let it touch your hair, your ear and lips

Let it fondle your towers, and rub against your back

To take away the pain, for we need no obstacles

 

I have liqor, let me pour you a glass

There’s some ice, I’ll fetch it in a minute

Don’t get too drunk, just tipsy

And tell me how you need me badly

For the same thought echoes in my ears

 

Allow me to kiss your lips

And whisper into your ears

A little bit of dirty, a little bit of sweet

You have no idea the things I can say

And only your kiss can unleash them

THINKING OUT LOUD

It’s either the devil is too resilient or God is not that powerful enough. We pray binding the devil all day, yet we attribute every wrongdoing to him. Who the hell sets him free? We set fire on him all the time, forgetting he resides in a hell fire right? God must be really jealous of him because His children talk about him more than Him. What about we focussed all our energy on Elohim, and gave him praise every second irrespective of what happened. After all He said with me all things are possible. He never said all good things are possible. So let’s accept the bad, the ugly and the spoilt as Gods own doing or better still our own mistakes. In that way we can approach life in a better perspective, be the masters of our doings and stop blaming that poor heavenly creature who was thrown down from his abode. More about God, with a lot of hardwork, plus less of the devil blame-game, we will become a better people.. Peace.

Just thinking out loud.