If you came upon me at DAWN
with my life in your hand
with my plea in mine,
would you...
would you rather break
the last gasp of breath in me
against the crippling promise of SUNRISE?
--
Note: initially titled 'GADDAFI, THE DAWN'.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
doctor panie playing the fool
Pal,
So the doctor panie fraternity in Ghana are on strike huh?
I say they are a bunch who are just playing the fool!
by the way, Daddy Lumba, who is one of my favourite Ghanaian musicians has a song entitled Dotor Panie (Doctor Injection or Doctor Syringe Needle! but a translation into English does injustice to the imagery being communicated). That song is, for me, one of his bad songs lyrically and I'd not mind telling him in the face! I like Aben Wa Ha! and I dance to Tokrom!
As a child growing up, you are told to speak the truth! yes pal! and there are all kinds of tales and proverbs to show why you should speak the truth. proverbs! O yes Ghanaians love to speak in proverbs which I consider as nothing but the lazy man's language!!! Pal, don't speak to me in proverbs unless you want us to engage on levels that don't require us to think but just cry maa maaa or laugh kwa kwa kwa!
So the Ghanaian would speak proverbs to you in support of truth but you trying telling the truth to Ghanaians and they'd jump at you! gird their loins by adjusting their belts or re-wrapping their cover cloths and face you hands-on-hips daring you for insulting them! then everything reduces to a contest of who insulted who and the essential point of logical reasoning to draw conclusions that make logical sense is thrown to the cats and dogs!!! O yes it rains cats and dogs! you'd be told so instead of simply being told it rained heavily.
As for me I don't care if anyone feels I've insulted him or her!!! you can go and burn the sea! sorry, your ego is not more important than the need to establish logical conclusions. I've also gird my loins in readiness for you! Insults are meant for those who deserve them, Blakk Rasta says so and I agree! even the Bible has a lot of insults for those who deserve them. And Ghanaians claim to be that much Bible believers in their numbers huh! Really, it's amazing how those who claim to believe in the Bible want us to believe they are opposed to insults!!! how can you believe in the Bible and not believe in insults? has 1 + 1 ceased being equal to 2?
Back to Point: We have a bunch of doctors on strike for one of the flimsiest of reasons you can find on this planet earth and so I hope I have not deviated like I like to do! And what is more? their leader claims people die everyday anyway so they can't be bothered if others die because of their strike!!! what horror of a disturbing insanity from the deep!
So do you sit and speak pointless proverbs to such persons or do you tell them straight in the face that they are playing the fool?
Pal, I love peace but I also love war! but give me sensible peace else let's have a sensible war! and that is why I said quickly in REACTION to that 'all die be die' battle cry by the Nana Akufo Addo that it's a foolish battle cry! you don't go to war with a motivation that you don't care how you die!
Mother of palmwine! Mawu Sodza!
So someone should tell that man again that it's one thing claiming to be tough and it's another thing applying sense to acting tough! There are a lot of lunatics on our streets acting tough already anyway!
Pal I have also called Obama foolish for claiming Americans cannot be apologetic for how they live when there's so much evidence of how they gained from the atrocities they have meted out and continue to deal others which requires them to rather go on their knees and beg for forgiveness of sins! Yet Obama made that foolish statement on the very day of his inauguration in his 'inaugural speech'!
So why would a doctor open his mouth and speak such savagery? why won't a doctor care if people die as a result of his action when that same doctor swears some hippopotamus sized oath to protect human life?
EPILOGUE
(and it's epilogue for the fun of it):
Pal, the Ghanaian is largely educationally-challenged! apart from a few folktales or fairtales that many have had told them by the fireside by their grannies and wrapped in proverbs which proverbs largely confuse issues than speak wisdom, many are they who are almost stark with ignorance! Even the so called educated people know little about the functions of their own bodies and hence what their bodies need to maintain health and what otherwise kills the body! It is no joking matter!
In Ghana where common malaria remains a gigantic killer, a medical doctor is god! many have so resigned themselves to ignorance that they think you must not say anything to hurt the doctor! few are they who know that if you eat well and drink well you can't be bothered much about mosquito bites let alone go looking for mosquito nets as prescribed by WHO and by these same doctors! we should not be alive if our forefathers did not have what it takes to survive mosquito bites! we should be gone into extinction!
But many still don't get it. So even when the doctor is fooling, instead of telling him in the face to stop fooling, they'd rather speak proverbs and tell tales to cajole the doctor into having orgasm for his/her pleasure!
I would say it again, I like war but I like sensible war! same way I believe strike actions are tools for driving points! but a strike must be based on dire need like the doctors life being in danger at his workplace! Certainly the current strike action by these doctors which is based on their disagreement to reconcile positions for future pay levels that have no negative effect on their current pay for me is nothing but foolish and they must be told so without any pretense that comes with proverbs!
Pal, I have spoken!
So the doctor panie fraternity in Ghana are on strike huh?
I say they are a bunch who are just playing the fool!
by the way, Daddy Lumba, who is one of my favourite Ghanaian musicians has a song entitled Dotor Panie (Doctor Injection or Doctor Syringe Needle! but a translation into English does injustice to the imagery being communicated). That song is, for me, one of his bad songs lyrically and I'd not mind telling him in the face! I like Aben Wa Ha! and I dance to Tokrom!
As a child growing up, you are told to speak the truth! yes pal! and there are all kinds of tales and proverbs to show why you should speak the truth. proverbs! O yes Ghanaians love to speak in proverbs which I consider as nothing but the lazy man's language!!! Pal, don't speak to me in proverbs unless you want us to engage on levels that don't require us to think but just cry maa maaa or laugh kwa kwa kwa!
So the Ghanaian would speak proverbs to you in support of truth but you trying telling the truth to Ghanaians and they'd jump at you! gird their loins by adjusting their belts or re-wrapping their cover cloths and face you hands-on-hips daring you for insulting them! then everything reduces to a contest of who insulted who and the essential point of logical reasoning to draw conclusions that make logical sense is thrown to the cats and dogs!!! O yes it rains cats and dogs! you'd be told so instead of simply being told it rained heavily.
As for me I don't care if anyone feels I've insulted him or her!!! you can go and burn the sea! sorry, your ego is not more important than the need to establish logical conclusions. I've also gird my loins in readiness for you! Insults are meant for those who deserve them, Blakk Rasta says so and I agree! even the Bible has a lot of insults for those who deserve them. And Ghanaians claim to be that much Bible believers in their numbers huh! Really, it's amazing how those who claim to believe in the Bible want us to believe they are opposed to insults!!! how can you believe in the Bible and not believe in insults? has 1 + 1 ceased being equal to 2?
Back to Point: We have a bunch of doctors on strike for one of the flimsiest of reasons you can find on this planet earth and so I hope I have not deviated like I like to do! And what is more? their leader claims people die everyday anyway so they can't be bothered if others die because of their strike!!! what horror of a disturbing insanity from the deep!
So do you sit and speak pointless proverbs to such persons or do you tell them straight in the face that they are playing the fool?
Pal, I love peace but I also love war! but give me sensible peace else let's have a sensible war! and that is why I said quickly in REACTION to that 'all die be die' battle cry by the Nana Akufo Addo that it's a foolish battle cry! you don't go to war with a motivation that you don't care how you die!
Mother of palmwine! Mawu Sodza!
So someone should tell that man again that it's one thing claiming to be tough and it's another thing applying sense to acting tough! There are a lot of lunatics on our streets acting tough already anyway!
Pal I have also called Obama foolish for claiming Americans cannot be apologetic for how they live when there's so much evidence of how they gained from the atrocities they have meted out and continue to deal others which requires them to rather go on their knees and beg for forgiveness of sins! Yet Obama made that foolish statement on the very day of his inauguration in his 'inaugural speech'!
So why would a doctor open his mouth and speak such savagery? why won't a doctor care if people die as a result of his action when that same doctor swears some hippopotamus sized oath to protect human life?
EPILOGUE
(and it's epilogue for the fun of it):
Pal, the Ghanaian is largely educationally-challenged! apart from a few folktales or fairtales that many have had told them by the fireside by their grannies and wrapped in proverbs which proverbs largely confuse issues than speak wisdom, many are they who are almost stark with ignorance! Even the so called educated people know little about the functions of their own bodies and hence what their bodies need to maintain health and what otherwise kills the body! It is no joking matter!
In Ghana where common malaria remains a gigantic killer, a medical doctor is god! many have so resigned themselves to ignorance that they think you must not say anything to hurt the doctor! few are they who know that if you eat well and drink well you can't be bothered much about mosquito bites let alone go looking for mosquito nets as prescribed by WHO and by these same doctors! we should not be alive if our forefathers did not have what it takes to survive mosquito bites! we should be gone into extinction!
But many still don't get it. So even when the doctor is fooling, instead of telling him in the face to stop fooling, they'd rather speak proverbs and tell tales to cajole the doctor into having orgasm for his/her pleasure!
I would say it again, I like war but I like sensible war! same way I believe strike actions are tools for driving points! but a strike must be based on dire need like the doctors life being in danger at his workplace! Certainly the current strike action by these doctors which is based on their disagreement to reconcile positions for future pay levels that have no negative effect on their current pay for me is nothing but foolish and they must be told so without any pretense that comes with proverbs!
Pal, I have spoken!
Monday, October 17, 2011
```O! Jebu! Stared At The Beginning As Ananse Tickled Himself In The End```
O! Jebu! climbed the mountain and stood atop, akimbo!
as if as if...
looked deep down the valley into the hole;
raising his head next to look up at the empty sky.
This system is sick...
O! Jebu! must face the tasks:
put things apart; make sense of the whole;
bring the pieces back together!
but where...
where do we place the noesis?
O! Jebu! stretched his right-hand upwards...
The sky was nowhere within his reach!
So let us tell tales...
for the lack of knowledge
between the hole deep down the valley and the empty sky high above.
Let us say... they say...
They say Mawu used to live on the next floor upstairs!
And as it used to be... they say...
O! Jebu! could stand on his two feet and touch the sky
or when he felt like it, he could look out of his window
and give Mawu a wink or a wave of high-five!
but it came to pass... the ancestors disobeyed Mawu!
day after day
they lifted their heavy pistles skywards
and pounded the peace of Mawu
as they crushed yam, coco-yam, plantain and cassava into fufu.
So Mawu stormed out in anger
and removed the sky from within the reach of man!
And so O! Jebu! must now rent the services of an intercessor;
born of a virgin or of pure oracles
if he ever wishes to speak to Mawu the omnipresent!
And yet little did Mawu the all-knowing know
O! Jebu! would soon fly aircrafts into his sky.
Mother of palmwine! Mawu Sodza!
The same God who remains the same, they say,
and yet changes regardless without prior notice.
Mother of palmwine! Mawu Sodza!
So let us tell another tale.
They say, again, so let us say:
Let us say Kweku Ananse the spider took the place of O Jebu
and presented himself before Death
in a puzzle of many a great complication.
So Death said to Ananse:
‘because you have eaten my food,
you must die...you will die! You and your family!’
But Ananse did not want to die. No!
Instead, Ananse pedaled his many legs
in one heart-throbbing attempt to flee...
So they say... and so let us say...
Let us say it is the reason why Ananse is seen caught in his own web
in corners or on ceilings of buildings in his attempt to flee…
Flee...flee from Death!
So we tell tales...
Tales to fill up the space to make up for the lack of knowledge
between the hole deep down the valley and the empty sky high above;
strange-tales... fairy-tales...
Tales that make us cry maa maa! Or make us laugh kwa kwa kwa!
Tales of why the crab is headless,
Tales of why the moon dies,
... of why soldier-ants move in a file,
... of why indeed the monkey has a tail!
as if as if...
looked deep down the valley into the hole;
raising his head next to look up at the empty sky.
This system is sick...
O! Jebu! must face the tasks:
put things apart; make sense of the whole;
bring the pieces back together!
but where...
where do we place the noesis?
O! Jebu! stretched his right-hand upwards...
The sky was nowhere within his reach!
So let us tell tales...
for the lack of knowledge
between the hole deep down the valley and the empty sky high above.
Let us say... they say...
They say Mawu used to live on the next floor upstairs!
And as it used to be... they say...
O! Jebu! could stand on his two feet and touch the sky
or when he felt like it, he could look out of his window
and give Mawu a wink or a wave of high-five!
but it came to pass... the ancestors disobeyed Mawu!
day after day
they lifted their heavy pistles skywards
and pounded the peace of Mawu
as they crushed yam, coco-yam, plantain and cassava into fufu.
So Mawu stormed out in anger
and removed the sky from within the reach of man!
And so O! Jebu! must now rent the services of an intercessor;
born of a virgin or of pure oracles
if he ever wishes to speak to Mawu the omnipresent!
And yet little did Mawu the all-knowing know
O! Jebu! would soon fly aircrafts into his sky.
Mother of palmwine! Mawu Sodza!
The same God who remains the same, they say,
and yet changes regardless without prior notice.
Mother of palmwine! Mawu Sodza!
So let us tell another tale.
They say, again, so let us say:
Let us say Kweku Ananse the spider took the place of O Jebu
and presented himself before Death
in a puzzle of many a great complication.
So Death said to Ananse:
‘because you have eaten my food,
you must die...you will die! You and your family!’
But Ananse did not want to die. No!
Instead, Ananse pedaled his many legs
in one heart-throbbing attempt to flee...
So they say... and so let us say...
Let us say it is the reason why Ananse is seen caught in his own web
in corners or on ceilings of buildings in his attempt to flee…
Flee...flee from Death!
So we tell tales...
Tales to fill up the space to make up for the lack of knowledge
between the hole deep down the valley and the empty sky high above;
strange-tales... fairy-tales...
Tales that make us cry maa maa! Or make us laugh kwa kwa kwa!
Tales of why the crab is headless,
Tales of why the moon dies,
... of why soldier-ants move in a file,
... of why indeed the monkey has a tail!
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
A Nobel peace prize for Quattara
Ah yes oh pal dearest of the dear!
simple as that: give Quattara a Nobel peace prize and let me clap for you!
one is left to wonder about the worth of recognition awards bring!!! These days it appears no single day passes without someone winning some award. The ones that intrigue me most are the various awards for so called movie stars in Ghana. what do those guys do on set to merit awards? anyway! yet there's the one for banks and some other cooperate institutions: for them it's as if they meet to decide to just share awards among themselves. almost every bank or financial institution gets a piece of 'best customer service, or best bank of the year or best venture capital or best innovation or just best-it-was-just-cooked-up-some!
So much for deviation. So Quattara is a peace loving man after all. He has called for reconciliation in Cote d'Ivoire. In fact he's setting up and peace and reconciliation commission to reconcile the people. And whilst at it he's keeping Gbagbo the former president he overthrew with the help of French fighter jets under lock and key. No freedom for him! That's not all. He says anyone who committed atrocities during the run to his overthrow of Gbagbo would be prosecuted. And he says so without acknowledging that he did any wrong himself by prosecuting a needless war as the means of resolving electoral disputes of an election that was supposed to be about democracy! oh Quattara is so peaceful his forces just imagined Ggagbo out and bingo that was it. They did not shed any innocent blood in his name.
So isn't Quattara therefore a wonderful sight to behold and hence deserving of a Nobel? After all, Sirleaf Johnson of Liberia who supported Charles Tailor the warlord to unleash terror on the people of Liberia and Sierra Leon and when she did not have her way with Tailor joined forces with the LURD to wage a counter war against Tailor has just won a Nobel peace prize! ah she's so peaceful! she's claiming to be reconciling the people of Liberia and that is what has earned her an Nobel!!!
So please give one Nobel to Quattara too and let me have this behind me!
simple as that: give Quattara a Nobel peace prize and let me clap for you!
one is left to wonder about the worth of recognition awards bring!!! These days it appears no single day passes without someone winning some award. The ones that intrigue me most are the various awards for so called movie stars in Ghana. what do those guys do on set to merit awards? anyway! yet there's the one for banks and some other cooperate institutions: for them it's as if they meet to decide to just share awards among themselves. almost every bank or financial institution gets a piece of 'best customer service, or best bank of the year or best venture capital or best innovation or just best-it-was-just-cooked-up-some!
So much for deviation. So Quattara is a peace loving man after all. He has called for reconciliation in Cote d'Ivoire. In fact he's setting up and peace and reconciliation commission to reconcile the people. And whilst at it he's keeping Gbagbo the former president he overthrew with the help of French fighter jets under lock and key. No freedom for him! That's not all. He says anyone who committed atrocities during the run to his overthrow of Gbagbo would be prosecuted. And he says so without acknowledging that he did any wrong himself by prosecuting a needless war as the means of resolving electoral disputes of an election that was supposed to be about democracy! oh Quattara is so peaceful his forces just imagined Ggagbo out and bingo that was it. They did not shed any innocent blood in his name.
So isn't Quattara therefore a wonderful sight to behold and hence deserving of a Nobel? After all, Sirleaf Johnson of Liberia who supported Charles Tailor the warlord to unleash terror on the people of Liberia and Sierra Leon and when she did not have her way with Tailor joined forces with the LURD to wage a counter war against Tailor has just won a Nobel peace prize! ah she's so peaceful! she's claiming to be reconciling the people of Liberia and that is what has earned her an Nobel!!!
So please give one Nobel to Quattara too and let me have this behind me!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
celebrating Nana Darkoa
all protocols observed, primp and proper,
I just woke up and I'm yet to brush my teeth, thus if I even would want to. I'm yet to come across a single human with white teeth as they advertise on TV. oh i hate TV!
Anyway, however, I just took the latest edition of 'focus on Africa Magazine' which I bought as far back as far last Wednesday and never read. So I decided to read and as I normally do I start from the editor's note, part of which reads: "...we log onto some African bloggers who are confronting pretty staunch taboos. Not for sensitive readers." signed: Nick Ericsson, Editor (oh by the way Joseph Warungu is gone with the wind as he came with the wind).
Ok, all that sounds like a ritual but wait, the mention of bloggers makes me search for the login page on the content page. So I found listed by page 64, the heading: SEX BLOGS under the category: Arts. So why wait any further now? I jumped, stamped, bounced and flipped with a monumental leap aimed at page 64. But my landing was rather aided by the wind and so I landed two pages from 64. Sweet landing, I tell you. Pictured seated in a colourful cane-chair with a violet smile and a greenish and lush skirt spread over crossed legs in exquisite fashion. Beautiful. So beautiful that the only text I've read on the entire page so far is the caption: "My dad has never read my blog" - Nana Darkoa.
Okay, okay, (don't I like that song by Asa? I do) let me stop here. I'm going back to read the whole report. I'd start from the very first word on page 64 and move sensually word after word.
Meanwhile, Kudos to Nana Darkoa for shining the light thus far.
http://adventuresfrom.com/
I just woke up and I'm yet to brush my teeth, thus if I even would want to. I'm yet to come across a single human with white teeth as they advertise on TV. oh i hate TV!
Anyway, however, I just took the latest edition of 'focus on Africa Magazine' which I bought as far back as far last Wednesday and never read. So I decided to read and as I normally do I start from the editor's note, part of which reads: "...we log onto some African bloggers who are confronting pretty staunch taboos. Not for sensitive readers." signed: Nick Ericsson, Editor (oh by the way Joseph Warungu is gone with the wind as he came with the wind).
Ok, all that sounds like a ritual but wait, the mention of bloggers makes me search for the login page on the content page. So I found listed by page 64, the heading: SEX BLOGS under the category: Arts. So why wait any further now? I jumped, stamped, bounced and flipped with a monumental leap aimed at page 64. But my landing was rather aided by the wind and so I landed two pages from 64. Sweet landing, I tell you. Pictured seated in a colourful cane-chair with a violet smile and a greenish and lush skirt spread over crossed legs in exquisite fashion. Beautiful. So beautiful that the only text I've read on the entire page so far is the caption: "My dad has never read my blog" - Nana Darkoa.
Okay, okay, (don't I like that song by Asa? I do) let me stop here. I'm going back to read the whole report. I'd start from the very first word on page 64 and move sensually word after word.
Meanwhile, Kudos to Nana Darkoa for shining the light thus far.
http://adventuresfrom.com/
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