Sunday, 24 April 2011
QUOTE OF THE DAY
At least once in our lifetime, we all have tasted slavery... sometimes, we become slaves of our own selves.
QUOTE OF THE DAY
There is a big difference between knowledge and intelligence; intelligence is a gift, knowledge is a treasure.
Thursday, 21 April 2011
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Welcome. Let's read, share and learn...: TALES OF MY TOWN
Welcome. Let's read, share and learn...: TALES OF MY TOWN: "We are all distant relatives A blood lineage intertwines our destinies. It was peace and harmony. We were many brothers of the same parents..."
TALES OF MY TOWN
TALES OF MY TOWN
We are all distant relatives
A blood lineage intertwines our destinies.
It was peace and harmony.
We were many brothers of the same parents.
We ate from God’s mercies.
And shared the happiness.
Till the beast came to my town and made it its own.
Tearing us apart, dividing our ties, Veiling our vision.
Enmity poisoned the faith that spread through our veins.
Hatred conquered our minds.
And the love that ever lived now lingered in scarcity.
We forgot our roots; that we all came from the same womb.
Blood spilled, gliding on the ground like rainwater.
Unity was broken into sects.
One was broken into many.
So our relations became weaker and weaker.
Hypocrites were seen at sanctuaries and also at the war zone
Dressing every place with the sin in their bullets.
That traveled and sought refuge in men’s flesh.
The police sirens always reminded us of our plight;
The devil was smiling; Sons of Adam took lives they could never create.
Mothers felt most of the pain, they shed Niagara Falls
But how did the crying avail them?
They were becoming widows, their husbands where now sleeping in coffins
and their children were becoming orphans.
They were women becoming the men of the house
I wonder how God felt.
Emotions grew wilder and the tears overflew banks.
I paid the price; stigma followed me everywhere I went.
Fathers said they never had money for books.
But bank cheques from the same hand were issued for rifles.
Now we had many warriors but few disciples.
Schools were closed, its gates wailed for justice.
Prisons got flooded, its gates begged for relief.
So did the morgues and the graves.
Children suffered the consequences, marooned in ignorance.
Hysteria and trauma harassed their feeble emotions.
The cold memories wouldn’t leave their minds.
A ravenous virus that might decide their future.
A bright one to be ruined by the slide shows of pain, gore and massacre.
Today, let’s look into each others' eyes.
And tell whether we do not resemble.
And tell whether we do not emerge from the same tree.
What are we fighting for?
What are we dying for?
What legacies are we leaving behind for a generation?
What if we held hands and help hoist the flag?
What if we killed the selfish desire and let harmony live?
Bury our differences and resurrect our rich history of brotherliness.
Dedication: To all who have witnessed the full rigors and pain of war. Personally, to my brothers and sisters in Tamale, Yendi and Bawku.
Inspiration: “ O mankind, we created you from a single (pair) of male and female, and made you into nations and tribes, that ye may know each other (not ye may despise (each other))…” Qur’an 49:13.
We are all distant relatives
A blood lineage intertwines our destinies.
It was peace and harmony.
We were many brothers of the same parents.
We ate from God’s mercies.
And shared the happiness.
Till the beast came to my town and made it its own.
Tearing us apart, dividing our ties, Veiling our vision.
Enmity poisoned the faith that spread through our veins.
Hatred conquered our minds.
And the love that ever lived now lingered in scarcity.
We forgot our roots; that we all came from the same womb.
Blood spilled, gliding on the ground like rainwater.
Unity was broken into sects.
One was broken into many.
So our relations became weaker and weaker.
Hypocrites were seen at sanctuaries and also at the war zone
Dressing every place with the sin in their bullets.
That traveled and sought refuge in men’s flesh.
The police sirens always reminded us of our plight;
The devil was smiling; Sons of Adam took lives they could never create.
Mothers felt most of the pain, they shed Niagara Falls
But how did the crying avail them?
They were becoming widows, their husbands where now sleeping in coffins
and their children were becoming orphans.
They were women becoming the men of the house
I wonder how God felt.
Emotions grew wilder and the tears overflew banks.
I paid the price; stigma followed me everywhere I went.
Fathers said they never had money for books.
But bank cheques from the same hand were issued for rifles.
Now we had many warriors but few disciples.
Schools were closed, its gates wailed for justice.
Prisons got flooded, its gates begged for relief.
So did the morgues and the graves.
Children suffered the consequences, marooned in ignorance.
Hysteria and trauma harassed their feeble emotions.
The cold memories wouldn’t leave their minds.
A ravenous virus that might decide their future.
A bright one to be ruined by the slide shows of pain, gore and massacre.
Today, let’s look into each others' eyes.
And tell whether we do not resemble.
And tell whether we do not emerge from the same tree.
What are we fighting for?
What are we dying for?
What legacies are we leaving behind for a generation?
What if we held hands and help hoist the flag?
What if we killed the selfish desire and let harmony live?
Bury our differences and resurrect our rich history of brotherliness.
Dedication: To all who have witnessed the full rigors and pain of war. Personally, to my brothers and sisters in Tamale, Yendi and Bawku.
Inspiration: “ O mankind, we created you from a single (pair) of male and female, and made you into nations and tribes, that ye may know each other (not ye may despise (each other))…” Qur’an 49:13.
Monday, 18 April 2011
Quote of The Day
If you educate a man, you indicate an individual. if you educate a woman, you educate a whole nation. - J.E. KWEGYIR AGGREY.
Friday, 15 April 2011
HOUSE OF PAIN
HOUSE OF PAIN.
When the day came.
The pages stared at me.
But my mind was blunt.
So the pen wouldn’t bleed.
My hand quivered with anxiety and
Sweat soaked my paper.
I left the exam hall dressed in intense grief.
My eyes greeted the heavens with despair.
And my mind gathered questions;
The sleepless nights, the sore eyes, the migraine; where were the fruits of my toil?
Did my prayers get lost on its way to heaven? It echoed in my mind.
I wept, the tears stained my heart.
My zeal was robbed, the vigor was buried and I almost set hope free.
My faith mellowed down to a blue flame.
But I rekindled it with patience and perseverance.
Yesterday, I lived in a house of pain.
Today by God I live in mansion of light and I will shine more.
When the day came,
Yet again the phone announced her presence,
She spoke, the words seeped through my heart,
Reducing it into smithereens,
The remains could only pump blood.
Undoubtedly, no surgeon could fix it.
Loneliness was my friend, pain was my bosom and thoughts ruled my mind.
Insomnia slept beside me at night and the only ounce of hope I had was depression.
My eyes greeted the heavens with despair,
And my mind gathered questions;
Where did I go wrong?
My only flaw was that I was faithful.
Then I surrendered; “I will remain in this abyss forever”
My faith mellowed down to a blue flame,
But I rekindled it with patience and perseverance.
Yesterday, I lived in a house of pain,
Today by God I live in mansion of light and I will shine more.
When the day came,
Everybody was clothed in happiness, gleaming with brightness.
I was clothed in tattered gloom in manifest sadness.
They brightened the panorama with smiles.
But, I tainted the picture with a sad look.
I worked harder but they flew higher.
My heart often squealed.
It scared me whenever their engines roared.
I read more, but they excelled better.
Guess I had to ask life if she was a fair judge.
I was a good lad but misfortune struck me from all directions.
I was a good lad but death wouldn’t stop picking from my vicinity.
My eyes greeted the heavens with despair,
And my mind gathered questions;
O’ Lord have you forsaken me?
My faith mellowed down to a blue flame.
But I rekindled it with patience and perseverance.
Yesterday, I lived in a house of pain.
Today by God I live in mansion of light and I will shine more.
“Thy Lord Has not forsaken thee, nor thou He hath thee. And verily the latter portion will be better for thee than the former. And thy Lord will give unto thee so that thou will be content” Qur’an 93:3-5.
“And We shall try you until we test among you who strive their utmost and persevere in patience; and We shall try your reported (mettle)” Qur’an: 47:31
Google the last: Qur’an 94:5-8.
When the day came.
The pages stared at me.
But my mind was blunt.
So the pen wouldn’t bleed.
My hand quivered with anxiety and
Sweat soaked my paper.
I left the exam hall dressed in intense grief.
My eyes greeted the heavens with despair.
And my mind gathered questions;
The sleepless nights, the sore eyes, the migraine; where were the fruits of my toil?
Did my prayers get lost on its way to heaven? It echoed in my mind.
I wept, the tears stained my heart.
My zeal was robbed, the vigor was buried and I almost set hope free.
My faith mellowed down to a blue flame.
But I rekindled it with patience and perseverance.
Yesterday, I lived in a house of pain.
Today by God I live in mansion of light and I will shine more.
When the day came,
Yet again the phone announced her presence,
She spoke, the words seeped through my heart,
Reducing it into smithereens,
The remains could only pump blood.
Undoubtedly, no surgeon could fix it.
Loneliness was my friend, pain was my bosom and thoughts ruled my mind.
Insomnia slept beside me at night and the only ounce of hope I had was depression.
My eyes greeted the heavens with despair,
And my mind gathered questions;
Where did I go wrong?
My only flaw was that I was faithful.
Then I surrendered; “I will remain in this abyss forever”
My faith mellowed down to a blue flame,
But I rekindled it with patience and perseverance.
Yesterday, I lived in a house of pain,
Today by God I live in mansion of light and I will shine more.
When the day came,
Everybody was clothed in happiness, gleaming with brightness.
I was clothed in tattered gloom in manifest sadness.
They brightened the panorama with smiles.
But, I tainted the picture with a sad look.
I worked harder but they flew higher.
My heart often squealed.
It scared me whenever their engines roared.
I read more, but they excelled better.
Guess I had to ask life if she was a fair judge.
I was a good lad but misfortune struck me from all directions.
I was a good lad but death wouldn’t stop picking from my vicinity.
My eyes greeted the heavens with despair,
And my mind gathered questions;
O’ Lord have you forsaken me?
My faith mellowed down to a blue flame.
But I rekindled it with patience and perseverance.
Yesterday, I lived in a house of pain.
Today by God I live in mansion of light and I will shine more.
“Thy Lord Has not forsaken thee, nor thou He hath thee. And verily the latter portion will be better for thee than the former. And thy Lord will give unto thee so that thou will be content” Qur’an 93:3-5.
“And We shall try you until we test among you who strive their utmost and persevere in patience; and We shall try your reported (mettle)” Qur’an: 47:31
Google the last: Qur’an 94:5-8.
Thursday, 14 April 2011
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Sunday, 10 April 2011
THE REALM OF TIME
When the earth rotates,
When the sun flexes his light,
When the moon takes over at night,
When the tides rise,
Men respond to my call.
I define every event.
I am yesterday; I live in your memories,
I tell all the stories of the ancients
But some say I live in the stars.
I am tomorrow,
Illusionist claim and struggle to predict me, what are the horoscopes for?
When the shadows incline themselves,
When seasons come and go,
When the clock ticks,
When the pendulum swings.
Men respond to my call.
Merchants and economists adjudge me the greatest asset,
They say i am money, but still can’t hoard me.
I am precious, beware of the swift hands of procrastination.
Some say I fly, but I have no wings.
Some say I speed, but I have no wheels.
I wait for no man.
When the church bells toll, when the athan rains through the city.
Men of religion know what I announce.
They tread to their sanctuaries.
To render their mantra.
The Quran relates my chronicles.
Ecclesiastes proclaims ‘‘There’s time for everything’’.
Einstein said I am relative to the observer; one hour in a lecture and one hour of fun, I differ.
Ray Cummings says I prevent everything from happening at once.
Faraday couldn’t complete his equations without me.
And Isaac newton couldn’t define his laws of motion without me.
when the cock crows.
when the birds tweet.
When the lambs bleat.
they tell what i tell.
Fate and I stroll together, no one can turn back my hands.
When the bells chime,
When the pages of the calendar flip.
When the sand seeps through the hour glass.
When the drummer beats his drums.
Men respond to my call.
I am the older than world, maybe even the Big Bang.
I dwelled among the Cro-Magnons, the dinosaurs and lads of the Nano-age.
If i wasn't around what would anthropologist have to say?
I am the beginning and eternity.
Scientists ascribe me to cesium atoms.
Relating me to most of their functions.
Even today, they are struggling to craft a machine of my kind.
The question is do I really exist?
Or am I just a quantity?
I was appointed by God as a realm to mankind.
Free to everybody.
Flexible to suite anybody; you could walk or drive.
But not everybody knows how to use me.
Those who succeed would testify to my assistance.
I am of the essence…
THE FALLEN STARS.
They shine so bright, but depths of my heart are filled with darkness and dressed with scars
While my conscience is struggling, “where are my grandfathers?”
I close my eyes and let these cold memories sink in my hearts
My grandfather is gone, my friend is no more, our loved ones and relatives have all departed, they are… the fallen stars
The cry of a new born echoes in the morning.
It is not long, the sorrow of a departed soul looms, the atmosphere is filled with mourning.
I look at my calendar; verily death to the living is a warning.
I pray to the lord; “let me see those faces again in the beautiful garden”.
To your right; it is a naming ceremony…eyes are embraced by birth.
To your left; it is a funeral song… ears are warned of death.
It is an appointed time, absolutely inevitable, not even impeccability in health
You return to the dust, where is all the wealth?
It is hard to see their souls vanish into the in-existence; it is by the will of God.
There is nothing to worry about, this is only the world.
For endless bliss is in heaven.
Sometimes i reminisce about the people&memories in my life and just when i almost crack a smile..
A flinches snatches it, cos some of them are no more..missing in this life.
Sometimes, I struggle to conceive the voice of the departed
I try to spend a minute seeing them again
I hope by the Mercy of My Lord, we reunite again
Welcome. Let's read, share and learn...: A WONDERFUL NIGHT.
Welcome. Let's read, share and learn...: A WONDERFUL NIGHT.: "A WONDERFUL NIGHT The night breeze as friendly as a baby’s touch. The fragrance of the tender buds, it exposes, the sea rages though. Th..."
Saturday, 9 April 2011
A WONDERFUL NIGHT.
The night breeze as friendly as a baby’s touch.
The fragrance of the tender buds, it exposes, the sea rages though.
The sweet whistling of the wind, the rhythm of the leaves as they rattle, the recurring chirping...nature’s orchestra.
The moon as a dazzling lamp, the fireflies illuminating the sorrow of the night.
In the depth of this beautiful night, alone I sit on this beach
And the only presence in my mind is a beautiful portrait of my beloved.
A memory that glows like the aurora, of an aura of beauty.
Eyes closed, thoughts running deep in my mind like river currents, yet so serene, a bold smile on my face.
Verily, it was that night that intertwined our destinies, yet your face shone in the twilight...my beloved
Wednesday, 6 April 2011
Quote Of The Day.
If you know the worth, similitude and weight of an atom, then you'd have an idea how unimaginable the greatness and favours of God is.
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
Sunday, 3 April 2011
PRAYER OF A SON.
It happens so many a times.
Anytime my gaze is frozen to a standstill.
My mind is absent on a journey.
Wondering how you could display God's mercy.
And no matter how hard i try.
I still can't figure out why.
No amount of love can requite this emotional love.
In its intricacy and divinity.
Hormones boiling,heated up by the spirit.
Two reals; heart and soul.
So anytime my wings are humbled and my forehead kisses the floor.
My mind is alive, and lips whisper.
Translating emotions into prayer.
A prayer of a son.
Flowing through veins transcending human comprehension.
Micro-decibels struggling to beckon the ears of great heaven.
If i had 1 wish,i would hasten.
That we'd always be together in this world and the hereafter.
I love you mother, I love you father.
OH MOTHER, I JUST CAN'T IMAGINE
My eyes would wail in pain.
The tears would nourish the lakes like a never-ending rain.
The feeble heart that resides in my chest would wither.
Your love is what fed it with all the glitter.
Oh Mother, I just can’t imagine…
Anytime I fix my gaze to the heavens, my mind is absent.
Wondering how you demonstrate that God’s mercy through mankind is present.
The Love is thicker than blood, it is imbedded in my genes.
I will pacify your love to snippets and smithereens.
Oh Mother, I just can’t imagine…
My pain is your pain, your pain is my pain.
Your gain is my gain, my gain is your gain.
If my mind is bleak, you appear as my beacon.
Blind or deaf, I still feel you in my memories.
Oh Mother, I just can’t imagine…
Even if I could fly, I would humble my wing.
And wait for the harmony that honesty will bring.
Even if I could ignite, I will quench the pride.
And let humility boast of its pride.
Oh mother, I just can’t imagine…
For 9 months, we didn’t only share a cord, our destinies are intertwined
We were crafted from one piece, like two sides on one coin.
We walked through the traps and thorns but yet our feet did not bleed.
You bear the torch, and I will follow your lead.
Oh Mother I Just can’t imagine…
O’ Lord you gave me three times what you gave me of my father.
No amount of noble speech can compete your love, Oh mother.
No bars of gold, no carat of diamonds and pearls can requite your efforts.
Oh Mother, I just can’t imagine…
That one day we will be apart.
It’s so much pain, then I remember God and hope fills my heart.
When my head kisses the floor, my lips whisper a supplication.
That one day our Lord would reunite us in paradise, in manifest exultation.
Oh Mother, I just can’t imagine…
I just can’t imagine losing you.
I desire to cuddle in your warmth for ever...
FARTHEST BUT CLOSEST.
If you have ever been lucky to occupy one of the seats of an airplane. As the plane soars into the skies and you get higher and higher, somewhat like 30,000 ft into the sky, trees and buildings are viewed in a manner resembling Lego pieces with the landscape beautifully spread wide as carpets and the clouds perfectly submerged into space without pillars - it is undoubtedly an amazing sight. As for the homo sapiens, dots would not even be an appropriate description; maybe atoms would. Yet earth is one of the many planets in the solar system. Which in turn is also a subsidiary of the milky way. The Milky Ways is one of the numerous galaxies in the universe, by which we would have require about 10,000 light years to transcend its boundaries (Light years is a unit astrophysicists use in measuring the unimaginable long distances associated with space travel). Even if we achieved this impossible task, we'd have to cross seven strong heavens to get to God. If the greatest rocket-scientists where to struggle to compute this incredible distance, then we'd probably be thinking of 'infinity'. In that sense, man would have concluded that God is farthest, but in reality He's closest...closer to us than our jugular veins.
A Poem: IN EVERY DROP OF SWEAT...
Sometimes, life is like wondering in the desert probing an oasis.
Tired of the struggle, we almost tear off the shackles and set hope free.
Wings are flapping, faith wants to flee.
Without it, it feels hard to breathe.
I keep it to my bosom and never give it a chance to leave.
In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.
In these dark times, our hands are up to the hairline.
As we search the skies for the rays of sunshine.
We close our eyes and remember God.
And it gives our mind sight to see.
That by His will, our portraits hang in the hallway of success.
In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.
I always thought I’d be in the spotlight forever.
Everything was a beam, gleaming, so I never thought of never.
Until the Lord sent misfortunes sweeping me off my feet like an angry flood.
It calmed the pride that ran in my blood.
So today I proclaim, I am nothing without Him.
Some barely make it in a day without a deal.
Some others make it in a day without a meal.
If faith is a prison, then don’t let us escape a life sentence.
Help us in this struggle; cuddle us in your presence.
In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.
The ‘lucky’ ones are struggling to keep laughing.
The others are struggling to stop crying.
The contrast between both worlds leaves pressure creeping.
The urge to rise and race.
We prefer a snail’s pace with His amazing grace.
In every struggle, there is breath to keep us alive.
Faith, hope and patience are the keys to survive.
They are but fire balls, blazing hot.
We keep our fists closed, feel the pain, yet grief not.
In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.
This life is a law.
The struggle is war.
The aftermath is more.
The lord takes us through the storm to get us to the shore.
So, In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.
The mind is naked.
The mind is sacred.
Clothe it with the Holy verses.
And in these hard times, the demons are proposing.
Playing tricks on our thoughts with premonitions.
Empty hopes, blind visions leading to perdition.
We fret not; In the name of God is our redemption.
These hassles are tests that do not blot ink from the tips of pens.
Good results could shoot us up into heavens.
Somewhere we could call home,
Reclining on thrones.
But, in every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean feat.
Peep through the window and see the world, peace is rare.
These days, the news is a bare scare.
The shocks, the tears, the hysteria, the pain.
We doubt not, our lord is a perfect King.
In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.
Every mother striving to feed her kids.
Every father struggling to pay the bills.
Lads gasping to support the family.
And the broken-hearted laboring to get pain out of memory,
But, in every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.
In every street, slum, suburb, school, city, country, continent, every society.
The sweat is dripping.
The tears are trickling.
The muscles are working.
And the mind is stressing.
But, In every drop of sweat, there’s an ocean of feat.
“So verily with every difficulty, there is relief. Verily with every difficulty there is relief. Therefore when thou art free (from thine immediate task), still labour hard and to thy Lord turn all attention” Qur'an 94: 5-8.
Saturday, 2 April 2011
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