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Tuesday 31 December 2013

MAKE A RESOLUTION

Here comes the season of the evening
Make resolutions with reason and meaning
Don't scream too loud like you are wild
Just dream soo aloud, hope and smile

Happy new year to all friends and families out here. Again Make resolutions for they do work with prayers,determination and perseverance.

Tuesday 17 December 2013

HOW CAN YOU FAIL?

HOW CAN YOU FAIL?
(To a despairing brother who thinks he has failed in Life)

'Oh Damn, again I failed'
How do you go on knowing that you failed?
why won't you stop failing?
When you know how to fail

Did you hear everyone say shame
Insulting and calling you name ....(loser)
Family and friends turn into mockers
Shun them, they all success blockers

Would you cry when you find out the cause? (yourself)
If yes, then that will be another failure course
Will you sit and look like all lost
And keep telling you the ways out exhaust
Invite your jaw to your palm
And caress the future with balm
Hoping to see tomorrow walk again
And the weeping hours yielding gain.
(Ok, then sit there)

Come on!, wake up from your past
the future is nearing and coming fast
Pat the back of Hope with action
Smile, live and wait for the reaction

I tell you, this is how to fail,when you live the stanza 3
Stanza four is the trick and its free.

Written By: Oppong Clifford Benjamin

Friday 13 December 2013

Interviewed On Mandela's Death

I am glad to be honoured by the Youth Journalism International to add my voice to the many African Youth voices on Dr. Nelson Mandela's Death.

To read the full news, click the link below

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Thursday 12 December 2013

I Think Nkrumah was Over Ambitious, what is your say?


RIP Nelson Mandela of South Africa. Since the man died I have not verbalized a word about my emotions. I guess that won't mean I don't care?. Rather a question has kept my mind so busy that I barely can find my heart to cry out the grief.

Did Nelson Mandela achieve more than Nkrumah in the struggle for a better Africa for Africans?

In all these boring years of travelling through the History of Africa, I have come to a well convincing junction that there was no ideology more authentic than 'Nkrumaism'. For that matter, myself didn't have much time to waste, I carried on my tiny brain and shoulders the cross of Nkrumaism and started the march for one Africa in my own small pace. This was the spirit that led to the formation of the 'Builders of the African Dream', as at the conception of the idea, I had less than six non Ghanaian friends both on Facebook and 'Lifebook'. 

It has been a very pleasing experience meeting Africans from different states dreaming the African Dream of United Nations Of Africa, which basically germinated from the hodgepodge mess of largely Marxist-Socialist ideals and thoughts that the plagiarism-prone Ghanaian leader had adopted as his own, with the hope of guaranteeing his immortality in the realm of African social and political thought, as Kwame Okuampa Ahoofe would put it.

So my mentor, Osagyefo Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, lived for the unification of African States. He was too busy finding ways of attaining one nation out of a continent of different cultures, languages and ethnicity to realize that unity was more vital than unification. The best Nkrumah should have done for Africans was to plant little trees of unity and peace which would have fruit the unification.

Sometimes I wondered where he had bought his inspirations from. It could evidently be said that he was feeding Africa with his savvy of the United States of America and the oneness of the People Republic of China. ” The American-schooled Ghanaian leader was merely using the United States of America as his model for Africa’s socioeconomic development, even while Mr. Nkrumah paradoxically, and hypocritically, pretended to be rabidly “anti-American imperialism.”


On Tuesday, my eyes were glued to the TV screen whiles I watched the memorial service of the late Mandela and listened with keen interest as the many heads of states from near and far coloured our screens with their ‘tributes’ of just words. President Zuma did a great job by taking the hands of my mind to another walk on the achievements of Dr. Nelson Mandela. Then the question came again, so did Mandela achieve more than Nkrumah, my mentor? Now I could hear a voice answering me in a disappointed fashion.

What I call, the Nkrumah Megalomania

My own Nkrumah lived in a psychological state characterized by delusions of grandeur.
Nkrumah preached a white-hot sermon of the rapid industrial development of the African continent, his requisite Ghanaian model for such development was woefully and callously compromised on the hazy altar of pan-Africanist megalomania.

There were other African leaders of his time who could probably be also thinking of the good for Africa but it was another thought of them to make sure that their homes were adequately prepared before crying for the larger masses. But Nkrumah in his way was louder on Pan Africanism instead of the reason that took him to independence and that crowned him the first president of Ghana. One thing was that, Nkrumah forgot he was a president of Ghana or He saw Ghana as a suburb of Africa.

So he lived with his psychotic belief that by he helping All, will mean saving All. I don't think that Nkrumah was much greater, powerful and influential than Nelson Mandela, Jomo Kenyatta, Julius Nyerere, why was he so gaudier on Pan-Africanism that the rest could barely be seen.


The Comparison

Whiles Mandela kept much of his attention on anti-apartheid and the growth of South Africa, Nkrumah on the other side was occupied with making the whole of Africa a unified state like USA and China, though he knew very well that the Chinese had one language, one cultural trace and a taste of education pre-dated years, he still had much hope and confidence that the unification of Africa will come by the achievement of attaining mere independence for every state.

Though my dearest Nkrumah was not a science student, I had expected him to understand the principle of diffusion (the process in which there is movement of a substance from an area of high concentration of that substance to an area of lower concentration). It would have given him the egression of his mental shackles of Africa Melioration to Better Ghana Agenda which the late Prof. Atta Mills died for.

The names of Mandela would long reside in many history books around the world, not because he did any special thing for the USA, CUBA or AFRICA but for reasons that he mothered a country which was drowning in the bitterness of a social policy or racial segregation involving political and economic and legal discrimination against people who are were not Whites. Delivered an anti-apartheid nation and breastfed the People's standard of living to a level higher than any of the nations Nkrumah was nursing.

Who is that south African who can point out or object to the ideologies of Mandela? No one. But how can someone argue out a man who laid his life down for the betterment of every life of a land.

Here in Ghana people talk against Nkrumah despite the fact that he attained independence, because he had in his capacity to move Ghana to the highest economic and political stability in Africa, if he had focused much of his head and national resource in the good of a nation rather than the amelioration of a continent.
I have now understood fully why our mothers named him "Nkrumah Show Boy".
Even in his choice for a wife, he turned blind eyes to stupendous buttocks of our mothers and fished a Fatia from Egypt. Again that was Nkrumah for Africa instead of Ghana.

Nkrumah was jumping from one African State to the other, giving them the hope of light that will lift Africa from the darkness of colonialism, imperialism and capitalism should there be a united Africa Nation whiles Ghana, his own remained in darkness.

So whiles Mandela served the mouths of south Africans to maxi satisfaction. When the South Africans became much filled to the brim, Mandela didn't have to bed any one to go voicing the good he/she had tasted. So soon the world got to know the good Mandela was doing.

On the contrary, Kwame Nkrumah, 'show boy' served every African nose with a perfume of the light and after people had had just an aroma of his ideologies, they were thrown into a state of imaginary writing of what probably would have been the ultimate taste of the Nkrumaism.

It therefore could be established world widely that Mandela did more than Nkrumah, though in his nation. The comparison of the average Life of a south African and a Ghanaian reflects the achievement of both fathers of nations.

Nkrumah was gathering a huge army of unarmed soldiers in the fight for African Redemption and pan-Africanism.
Looking at the condition of Ghana at the time Nkrumah was preaching his Nkrumaism, it appeared like a pastor who was Prophesying mansions for his congregation while he slept in a cottage.

I think Nkrumah was over ambitious, what is your take on this?

Written By: Oppong Clifford Benjamin
Founder/President- Builders of the African Dream.
Ghana.

Saturday 7 December 2013

A Flight Diversion

A Flight Diversion

LAGOS, Nigeria — I was woken by the pilot’s voice. In the drowsy hum of the airplane, his words crackled, and I thought I heard something about preparing to land. Could I have slept so long? I looked at the time. It was only three hours into the Lagos-to-Atlanta flight. The flight attendants were hurrying back and forth. The pilot was still speaking. “We have an emergency onboard, and we have had to divert the flight to Dakar.” I could feel the plane descending. It seemed too fast. A sweeping hollowness. My fog of sleep cleared instantly. Something was wrong, the pilot was too cryptic, the flight attendants too blank-faced, snatching up cups, urging seats straight. I thought: If I die, I hope it’s quick and I don’t know.
The woman beside me crossed herself. Then the pilot’s voice came back on. It was a medical emergency, he said; a pregnant passenger went into early labor and had just had a baby. I sensed, around me, a collective hush of relief and wonder. A baby delivered on the plane! We landed in Dakar. It was 2 a.m. Medical personnel in orange vests hurried in, a man carrying a black box, a lanky woman dragging an IV stand, their eyes heavy with sleep. I wondered what the baby would need, and if they had what the baby would need.
Soon, the lanky woman left, cradling a bundle wrapped in cloth. The baby. I strained to see better, hoped I would hear it cry. Then the new mother emerged, a young woman with a tube dangling from her arm, and behind her came the other medical worker, trying to support her. But she didn’t need him. She strode past, straight and steady, so quick that I caught only a glimpse of her face. She looked stunned and frustrated. It seemed even more of a wonder to me, not only that she had just had a baby in midair but that there she was on her feet, normal and capable.
The pilot came out of his cabin. A tall man with an easy air, he told us it was a baby boy, and both mother and baby were fine. His American humor emerged. “Been flying a long time and this is a first for me!”
We, the Nigerian passengers, laughed with a shared sense of delight, as though by being present we had somehow shared in bringing this baby into the world.
The American flight attendants were baffled. “The mother said she was 24 weeks gone, but that baby looked full-term. Why would anybody take the risk?” one asked.
We did not ask why. The new mother was traveling alone, nobody knew her, and yet we felt as if we did. We speculated about her circumstances. She probably had visa problems, got her visa later than she’d planned, or perhaps she had not planned it early enough, or maybe the chance to go to America emerged late in her pregnancy, and she’d chosen to do what she had to do because the sparkling worthwhile end was an American-born baby. I thought of her expression as she exited the plane, more frustration than worry, a lament for the American passport that now would not be.
Some passengers joked about her poor luck. “Now she has a Senegalese baby, ah, this is bad market for the baby!” one said. “A Senegalese passport is still better than a Nigerian,” another countered. “They will give a Senegalese person a visa before giving a Nigerian.” “Good that the baby waited for the flight to take off, do we even have the right emergency services in Lagos airport?” someone else asked. We chuckled. Good will swirled among us. Thank God it ended well, many people said, thank God. Risk taking was familiar to us. For too many in our world, this was the norm: the lack of choice and the dependence on chance.
Again, the pilot’s voice brought news. A tire had deflated, and the airline did not have the resources in Senegal to fix it in time. We would have to spend the night in Dakar. As we left the plane and got into buses, we sent text messages and grumbled about the inconvenience of arriving a day later than planned.
Still, the complaints were light-footed because what mattered was that the birth had gone well. In the hotel, some passengers posed for pictures by the fountain; why miss a good photo opportunity in a fellow African city they otherwise might never have visited? “Please, my sister, do you have any sleeping pills?” a stranger asked me.
The next morning, slightly disoriented and starved of sleep, I skipped breakfast.
When I finally went down to the lobby, most of the crew and passengers were gathered, waiting for the airport bus, faces dull and unrefreshed, voices a muted murmuring.
As I joined the group, a woman asked me if I had heard.
“Heard what?” I asked.
“The baby died.”
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is the author, most recently, of the novel “Americanah.”

THE MADIBA OF AFRICA


Death, I envy you
Of you, Madiba gave an envious view
Your fear, he never submitted to
And at his time, he smiled and embraced you

Goodnight Madiba...
Life, never again will I trust you
Never again will I feel secured in you
For with the good Madiba did in you
Still you gave him up for death to pierce him through
Goodnight Nelson, our great hero...
O mother earth! I fear you more
In your belly, lies the rich and the poor
The mighty
And the lowly
The old, the toddler
Now it's Madiba, our beloved leader
Goodnight Mandela...
Heaven, welcome the sojourner
Earth, goodbye to a great achiever
The Madiba of Africa

By Oku-ola Paul Abiola

Friday 6 December 2013

TATA MADIBA IS GONE

Not such a Good Morning, Angels.
Sadness surrounds.
God held you Tata till the end of time, 95 golden years.
He called you home.
Don't worry you have so much to show.
For me being me is part of doors you opened up by the grace of God.
I am because you are. You died but you live in me.
Humility, humanity... Tata Madiba, you meant something to everyone.
The legacy of forgiveness stands out so tall.
You introduced freedom.
Welcoming many others to the land of milk and honey, unselfishly.
From my office - being granted by God.
Blessed to work in circles untold.
No power of political estate was forced in a negative way.
Steps of request was followed.
You did not expect 'us' to pull out all stop.
Request should be granted due to legislation and not your status.
A man larger than life. A man with integrity.
To work in the delegation going abroad.
The head of States was welcomed in respect. No shame followed him.
The reception of various Head of States was always with dignity and ease.
For children he had passion and would smile while they enjoy the come together.
The popstars, Aids activist, talk show host, musicians who came to meet and greet you.
They sat and chat and smiled with disbelieves.
He was out of office already but fundamentally important.
His living legacy followed him. We pay homage.
Pointers standing out - put other people before himself. Strategist. None sexist.
Caring how approach about bad concern.
Tragedy, when it stroke he would send his immediate aid.
None racial top fundamental value filled man.
The duty of country of non racial
and non sexes to find provision for our constitution.
To advance disadvantage people.
Challenging race bound work oppurtunities was opend for all.
Enrichment in studies granted.
Your spirit we must emulate of our Giant who now passed.
South-Africa has never been the same. Remarkable leadership.
As if divine intervention took place. Your good soul though us well.
Warrior of passion for life who led us from the wilderness till where we are today.
MHDSRIP. God knows best.

Written By: Noleen Desiree Utterance Titus. ( Proudly South African)

Wednesday 4 December 2013

Marijuana

Marijuana
Some call you Marihuana
Bob said you are ganja
created by Almighty Jah
Must that be why they shout Jah Bless
After taking you in reckless
mood of supposed egress
Should we stop pointing fingers
at your smokers and drinkers?
This is deal,we will, when you advise them
to drop their illusive diadem

Write to your ignorant users
to cease being abusers
and societal losers
For some of your wise ones
Like Bob,Lucky, my own Rasta class mate
Smoke and still hold their fate
To hell with the young ones
they inhale and go for guns
kill all and kill their owns too
fight, break bones and steal too
I know you Marijuana
Yes I knew you in my addiction
I was advised by Juana
And Mum prayed for my redemption
But am sad the new ones
take a different picture of you
Giving you no respect for once
Talk my ganja planters lest seeds cease growth.

Written By: Oppong Clifford Benjamin. Ex 'Marijuanist' in GSTS

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