RED MEANS GO GO GO AND GO.......! !!!!!

(Episode 1) Akushika had screamed again, she always emitted a loud cry from a bad dream each night over the past six months. Droplets of sweat rained down from all over her face and hair. Her mother, Maa Vic, extended the far right tip of her cloth to mop up the sweat while consoling her frightened...

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THE FUNNY OLD DAYS I

MEMORIES OF THE FUNNY OLD DAYS It was the fifth time I had yawned in thirty minutes, this time, my mum threw a knock and I veered to avoid it landing on my head. "When can you ever pray for 10minutes without yawning,Devil of a boy". She said with one eye opened and the other closed, in tinged voice. My twin sister had rested her forehead on a pillar, her position appeared a seriously praying woman....

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I GREW UP AROUND THIS TABLE

Our dining table round It brings us around and bound Seats not far from the centre reach Six beautiful chairs, one for each A table cloth to cover and adorn It was colourful though one side torn Our dining table smooth veneer Carefully protected at least for a year Red rose flower in the middle...

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NOTHING LIKE FRIEND

(Everybody hurts) In days of only sunshine without a shade Kill sorrow, sweat blood for it paid When the night is yours alone without a kiss Stare into the stars but never a friend miss Don't let yourself sink Not even the ocean is deeper Because everybody cries but think This friend don't see,...

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Faustina Ama Dadson

Faustina Ama Dadson Whenever Ama passed the street She said a greeting in a voice sweet The boys won't blink an eye to the flies She was just as beautiful as green skies Ama always carried a bag of books A serious student with humble looks And when she spoke, a courteous girl Her hair run down...

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DELA

Dela If you have seen me smile tis because I will live for awhile This poem has lost its virginity to our lustful screens and vanity Dela peep into my pants see for yourself if am still a man it sleeps even at your chants They say its common of our clan Dela You alone know what love is unzip...

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I AM A NORTHERNER

Author: Ruth Wewura Guribie I am a northerner. And that is a shame, but please don’t blame me, blame God. He made me a northerner and didn’t practice democracy when he did so. Perhaps there was a conference in heaven (or wherever babies come from) in which parents choose their children. Blame...

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A RECIPE OF REDISCOVERY

(A narrative by Kweku Atta Crayon )The man who brought her was of no strange face, I had met him twice. He was the father of two little girls who were under my care in going to and returning from school. The Dansoa Bruce. They had similitude in their facial appearances. So even before the headmaster...

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APEDWA GUEST HOUSE

Few minutes before our departure, a gentle man from the front seat,just behind the driver's, requested that we closed our eyes in prayer to Almighty God for traveling mercies. A lady seated next to me, had a garment that covered her head, just like a veil. I became certain of her status as a Muslim...

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PERFECTING ASHLARS

From the manuscript of "PERFECTING ASHLARS"...... An Operatic Poetry Play by Kweku Atta CrayonScene 4.( Faryali emerges from the convenient room adjourning King Kumboki's sacred chamber, in his left hand is a 24 inch gauge and a common gavel and in the right is a chisel. The light is illuminated...

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God Speaks,Listen

Wednesday Services always were a boreAnd last week our attendance was only fourBut the message came so divine and hotIt filled me and in spirit I was caughtPastor said God still speaks to MenIt was a tired truth but doubting Ben He said do your best to listen and obey We screamed Amen but Ben grinned...

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AN APPLAUSE FOR MY MUM

Just a single room back in the days No light, television,you said patience pays One fat mattress, one huge alata blanket One corner of same room,utensils parked in a basket Another corner, three Ghana-must-go bags Behind the door, a hill of dirty rags Until you stayed with us in the rainy seasons...

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Our Artificial Africa

Our Artificial Africa When the birds were heard rapping Stead of singing and wings flapping It was obvious somethings had gone wrong And nature wouldn't have them to its belong When Coca cola had replaced coconut Our women dress fine somewhat Men feel more presentable in suit and tie Take every...

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My Single Story Of Nigerians

MY SINGLE STORY OF NIGERIANS ( Malicious Defrauders Until the Poets Came.) Just some few minutes ago a very good friend of mine in Florida, USA sent me a message about how she has been codded by a Nigerian guy. The guy who has always played the Mr. gentle and Saint game all these while has had his way into deceiving a struggling woman. He is a $500 rich fraudster. The above story also reminded ...

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How Much Is Life?

How much is Life? I often have wondered how to die That is, if it was the best option to cry Wings if sold,would have buy to fly I have seen tears descend on contoured faces Life without a whistle has offered me many races I run,swift and very Usain to be known the loser I have many persons to...

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11 + - 11......

We stood there at the parade grounds with our all neat Monday school looks. Though my uniform was older than me, I still made sure it always was the greatest. Fuseni, who stood right behind me, playfully would dip his hand into my back pocket as if to rob me and at each time he did that I would...

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The Cassava Too Is A Fruit

We lived and grew beneath the soil Joyful in our minds that we toil To someday come out us cassabreties Signing autographs at festivities Shoulders lifted up high Teeth pushing out when saying 'hi' It was morning, we heard harsh knocks First time disturbed in our sweet underworld The ants and termites say, “They can't be visitors” True, they started hitting with rocks We run deeper into the soil...

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Minutes with a Dead Friend

(By Kweku Atta Crayon ) I know its you coming, but must you keep blowing all my papers away and shutting the door like you got issues with me. Look you got the curtains flying outside. Ok calm down man, I know why you here.                    I...

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She Left with My Saturdays

 (By: Kweku Atta Crayon ) Another Saturday is here and it makes me miss her the more. I am sitting at the windows and eating the morning sun rays. That's where she normally would come behind me and ask in her melodious voice, "what would you take for breakfast besides the sun" and we both...

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CLASS 3 PRINTING FEE

He stood in a tired uniform Well ironed and tucked And his shorts fusiform Today was exams day and he couldn't wait to write He walked to Mum in her room for the usual morning blessings But His Mum tried to tell him that he probably should stay home He bowed his head and she threw her eyes away They...

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FACTS OF LIFE ( A talk With Integrity Youth Club, Tamso,Tarkwa)

Friday Morning or true to say Friday dawn, the waking call came from UN Wygon Blazez (Our Chairman). And he wanted me to give a talk on our regular meeting which came off the following Saturday. The proposed topic was 'FACTS OF LIFE'. I guess we know Life itself is a fact, come to think of the Facts of Fact. Well who was I to deny a duty, I did my best to gather ten facts which correlated with...

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YOU COULD PREVENT AN ALTERCATION

YOU COULD PREVENT AN ALTERCATION(Cliff Human Relations Lesson 23)The list is countless in truth, I have quarreled my roommate on innumerable cases. It ranged from his forgetfulness to leave the keys at the porters lodge to littering the room. Sometimes our quarrels result in two weeks or worse variances, we would not talk with each other and the room would turn into a cemetery or best to say we turn...

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A LETTER OF DIRECTION

Do the spirits of our ancestors still hear our cries? Do they understand English? Do they have Facebook accounts or blogger? Have we lost the connection with the very people whose blood flow through us? Do they know that we walk on bituminous asphaltic roads and fly in the air like witches did...

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