Ghanaian Queen (Fan Love)…

Brown skin,
She wins with what you’d call a sweet
caramel flavored melanin,
She is brilliant,
In thoughts that transcribe to words,
Her intellect is radiant,
Her beauty is just a quarter of physical
looks and three quarters mental and
spiritual aesthetics,
She finesses with no inferior complexes,
She is truly not unruly,
Fully embraces her culture but this
heroine wears no capes,
Wears her pride on her sleeve,
She is from a region that speaks royalty
but her ego is full of humility,
She’s the Yaa Asantewaa of this modern
day,
Alice Annum with the Olympian spirit
Efua Sutherlands youth and Ama Ata
Aidoos protégée,
Who said she wasn’t destined to be great,
I beg to differ if one is to say he or she has
met a goddess that speaks courage, respect
and boldness in a language that isn’t cliché,
If you knew this woman you would ran
through brick walls for her,
Swim in the deepest and farthest ends of
the oceans for her,
Father the children of hers because let’s be
fair, there’s no angel on earth with a heart
that’s enough to power a continent like that
of hers,
She is God sent, a heavenly intervention
straight from Heaven to mend broken spirits
and for that she deserves the most accolades
and blessings,

She is our ultra light beam,
So here is to you, your highness, the
imperial Ghanaian Queen…

 
This piece was inspired by Nana Akua Frimpomaa Amofa (pic) whose motivational book “Unleash the ‘Gold’ Within” comes out soon. Kindly pre-order by calling +233242924005

Step Up…

It’s been an awful while since I actually put down regular thoughts so I figured heck why not start again?

I turned 30 a month ago and to be honest, the days leading up to the day itself I wondered how I would feel waking up. Would I be sad? Would I be happy? Would I even actually wake up but I guess that was all the fear running inside of me. Fear of growth? Nope, fear of stepping up. Fear of finally beating my chest and saying it is time to take charge. Time to be the man, time to get yourself a woman and get…..lol wait, ok let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.

I had a party exactly two weeks ago, it was a good vibe but to be honest I was disappointed with the masses I invited and didn’t show up. The day after as I laid in bed, legs all sore from the hustle and bustle of being the ‘super host of the year’, it hit me. It hit me that days like those were bound to come. That you would require or better still request the presence of loved ones to share with you days or moments that are significant to your life and you would get only a handful to come through. In short, disappointment just like death is part of life and the sooner you embrace it, the better days like those do not come as major or minor surprises to you.

I recognize I am at that stage of my life where disappointments should rather galvanize and fuel my desire to work harder, to be better not bitter. It is an evolution that needs to take place at some point and no compromises should be made. You say you are full of steel? Enough talks, prove it! Hence why I perceive human let downs or disappointments to be the least of my problems going forward in this new stage of life that I am embarking on. The popular line of ‘people walk in and walk out of your life everyday’ is not simply a line, it is an established fact, a way of life and I for one have found it at times hard to sometimes phantom the ideology behind it but then when you really take your time to think about it, it really is that simple.

Your happiness isn’t tied to the people around you, you are responsible for how you react to whatever energy they bring to you. Imagine spending a bit, not even a chunk, just a bit of your 24/7 trying to figure out why it is that negative energy is brought to your doorstep, or why pretense is the order of the day for some or why people do certain things in a certain way. Imagine wasting that precious time only to realize that you don’t control those vibes or energies they bring, but rather you control how you react to them.
Do you embrace them or do you push it away? Listen, I would love to have had a manual to live life, to understand why B comes after A and why D comes after C but to be honest if I did that on a regular I’d probably achieve 0.000000000000000000000001% of what I am looking for. Guess why? It’s not hard, life on earth is imbalanced and imperfect, simples. You are not going to be able to change it, it just is what it is. So people will come and go, some things of life will shock you but life will go on and rather than stay stagnant and ponder the ‘coulda, woulda, shoulda’s’, keep it moving, evolve, work harder, be better. These days are not for pity parties or sentiments, like a quote I saw the other day, “Nobody cares, work harder”.

I am looking forward to what this next stage of life brings me, I am hopeful it is full of joy, but more importantly I hopeful it is full of blessings as I also embrace my spirituality more and more. All I can do is to switch up, switch in and play my part. My purpose is yet to be defined but as long as I can stay focus and not let the extras get in my head, I should be just fine. I’ll end this piece with an extract from one of my favorite hymns.

Father, I know that all my life,
Is portioned out for me,
And the changes that are sure to come,
I do not fear to see;
But I ask thee for a present mind,
Intent on pleasing Thee. (MHB 602)

God bless!!

Suavé

The Man…

I call him James Bond because he can do no wrong,
A legend who is of deserving of many accolades in
various art forms,
I sing the praises of a man who made me the man I
am today,
His legacy is a testimony of prayer, hard work,
dedication and consistency,
He taught me that life is beautiful, but it’s survival
of the fittest,
Always about the finish never about who was the
quickest,
Nzema’s very own,
I am proud to be a seed of his own,
A seed sown to carry on the good name he carried
from generations of his own,
I aspire to have a heart like his,
To shower my seeds with a love like his,
To be a hero with or without a cape,
Be a 24/7 provider provided our Provider gives us
many days like this to live,
I am in awe of his greatness,
Times when I did not understand why he chose to
whip rather than hug it over when we went astray,
Should have known that was his way to keep us
straight,
His way to keep our formation in shape,
Indiscipline and naivety were etched out of our
personality traits,
This man is my biggest influence,
My biggest fan,
I am his biggest Stan but most importantly I am
proud of this man,
Not many can sit, stand or proclaim loudly of what
it means to have a man who is a god amongst the
worldly,
A man of impeccable stature and humility,
A prayerful man, one whose composure even Pirlo
can never master,
On a day like this there simply aren’t enough
superlatives to describe his worth and how much of
a gift he is,
The man that is,
My master, my friend,
My god, my living legend,

Happy Fathers Day!!!

Wrong Script…

We used to be friends,
We were like lovers the way we used to
kick it in the eyes of admirers and fiends,
I remember how we used to talk for hours
about everyone and their mama,
About loose talkers and all the twitter drama,
It’s funny how life packages and delivers karma
to our doorsteps,

The thing I liked about you the most was your
authenticity,
Your ability to keep it fresh like a Benji
equivalent of 478 Ghana Cedi,
You pulled no punches yet your hooks kept my
feet grounded,
I was dumbfounded by your wittiness,
A peculiar strength I am not ashamed to say I
aspire to acquire in similar vein,

You were like my homie and my mainstay,
If I ever fell in love again and don’t take this the
wrong way; but I’d pray she’d be a version point 2
of you but as your protegee,
How we fell apart still bemuses me,
Truly I never meant for the vibe to lose its potency,
All I ever wanted was for us to chop knuckles and
bless each other’s hustle,
Like Aaliyah and Timbo used to be,
Like Puff and MJB with that Bad boy synergy,
All I ever wanted was for our chemistry to be
funkadelic with that 90’s energy,

It’s a shame that I have lost the one person who
knows what loyalty means,
When you looked in my eyes and liberated yourself
I could tell you were heavily sedated in your feelings,
This roof that once protected our thoughts and emotions
no longer holds a glass ceiling,

If only you didn’t fall,
If only I caught you,
So many “if’s”, “but’s” and “maybes”,
It’s crazy we fell apart,
It’s mad because we looked the part,
It’s ridiculous because I never looked in the same light
that you did,
In the end I guess it is what is but I would give anything
to rewrite the script..

 

The Switch Up…

You’re amazing in your own special way,
I look to the heavens and I’m glad you’re mine everyday,
By chance could you wrap up work early today?
I have a little surprise for you, happy birthday baby boo,

That was me 3mins ago,

Truth be told as I dipped into the dark trenches of my
pocket I was amazed to realize I had no pot of gold,
Just 1 bloodied note and a pair of loose change,
Suddenly I’m in a mood swing,
I need to fix this before my relationship turns into a
‘situationship’ real quick,
Loans racked like I was an investment and savings
company,
The things we do for love even when we don’t have
sufficient money,

All of this and yet later I would come to gather she
was in the company of another man,
Life’s a bitch, the irony is almost as clear as day like
a skin tan,
Who would be a man this minute?
Be in love with this shit?
Search for perfection whilst dangling from a bottomless
pit,

Suddenly you feel resentment,
You blame your upbringing,
Start twitching and bitching over how girls are medusas,
vampires, maame waters and are only about dick fishing,
Yet you’re here allowing your feels to drip profusely when
you should be chasing the kudi,

They say communication makes it better,
As if she’s going to stay if you let her know that you haven’t
been paid for the months of January, February and even last
December,
As if she’s going to support you and your process,
She’s already planning her next victim, hopping from dick
to dick like she’s on a Super Mario thing and you’re a pawn
in her game of chess,

 

Chale What a mess…

The Oracle…

Nations gather to one place,
A place where dreams are made,
A place where the stakes could never be any
higher and failure is the grim reaper that awaits,
Where magic and creativity join forces to
procreate the most sublime poetry in motion you’ll
ever see,
This place I speak of is the Mecca of all sanctuaries,
The Holy grail of world domination,
The highest pinnacle of ecstasy,
Make a name for yourself and be mentioned along
men who have previously graced the stage and
etched their names amongst history,

The rise and the fall of many in this place have been
well documented and some still feel the joy and the
pain today,

Men like
Pelé in ’58
Baggio in ’94,
Ronaldo in ’02,
Klose in ’06,
Gyan in ’10,
An event that would bring tears to an entire continent,

Truly this place is never short of events,
So come June 14th in Russia,
All eyes lead to the place where boys become men,
Where a certain Messiah seeks for possibly one last
time to attain that one piece of history that seems to
elude him,
Where the god of 5 intercontinental planets also seeks to
break the myth that labels him,
Where the origins of the game aspire to channel their
inner beasts and the machinists vow to defend what’s
rightfully theirs,
There will be Samba’s dancing,
La Roja’s tiki taka’n,
Le bleus finessing with some va va voom,
Super Eagles shaku shaku’n,
We will be graced with the presence of an Egyptian
King and the wizardry of a Belgium prince,
With skills sets like panenkas, overhead kicks, rabonas,
No looks passes, you would swear this was an exhibiton
gig,

Ladies and gentlemen be prepared to be amazed,
This place is neither for the weak nor the faint hearted,
32nations will leave their artistry on the greenest of fields
and decide their own fate,
Only one will remain standing amongst the departed,
This place will be rocking, 1000s upon 1000s will either
cheer or be in tears and solemn,
Yes this is a place where you want to be,
Where celestial beings play like extraterrestrials,
Nothing is quite straightforward as it seems,

Ladies and gentlemen, the wait is over,
It’s time for all involved to show up,
Welcome to the place lit by an ultra light beam,

Welcome to the World Cup 2018..