WORD MAKER

WORD MAKER
By: Kofi Gyamfi Anane-Kyeremeh (Word Maker)

(~Wrote this piece for my birthday~First post by myself.)

Call me the Word Maker
I come from the world therein.
The world where you think I can only come from.
From sperm to clot to this,
I come from and Idea, a passion.

I was held as a decision, formed as a protein,
Held in a sack, waiting, just waiting.
The right time came, as I was spewed off,
To another holding, another abode.

Yet this world knew me not.
It was oblivious of my formation,
In the Beginning God created the Heaven and Earth
An in my beginning Word created me.
In the belly of a woman.

I planned my exit strategy in her womb.
I formed my mindset, in her womb.
I built this relationship with life
And sought to prove not more than I am now
So that when the world did see me,
It will know, and believe.

It past 12am, and here I sit,
Behind the flat screen, tapping away on this keyboard.
It is all quiet save for the fan.
I sleep not, for I think,
I am being born again, like I was, many years past.

I am forcing my head through this tight opening
Kicking my legs hard,
Wanting to pop out,
And let the whole world see me.

For I am the Word Maker.
The one who can and yet cannot.
The one who will and yet will not.
The one all will think of, and yet, will forget.

But I will not forget me,
Nor the sack that held me,
Nor the womb that fed me,
Nor the Mother the brought me up,
Nor the Family that raised me,
Nor the pen, that made me..

So call me the Word Maker.
The same yesterday, but not the same anymore.
I am like now a broken hymen.
I know no innocence, for words birthed me.

I will be as I planned, when I was in her womb.
I know coz I wrote it all down.
This day defines me.
It defines my mother too.
We were one, and never separated.
I condition my mind for Life.

It will happen as I have planned it.
Call me the Word Maker.
Call me by that name.
For on this day. I was made.

The Life Giver ~ Deborah Baiden

The Life Giver, By Deborah Baiden.

Water flowed as the painful journey began

excruciating pain like bullet from a gun.

At last, a shrill cry cut the tense atmosphere,

the lifegiver sighed; her spirit soared to the stratosphere, a new life was born.

Milk flowed as the nursing journey started,

the baby's health was all that mattered

sound sleep was no longer necessary

she needed to know the baby's chemistry, a new life began.

Sweat flowed as the training journey began

character building was essential at this stage

valuable lessons, when I come of age

sleepless nights, through the teenage years, a new life matured.

Tears flows as she is appreciated

she enjoys the fruit of her labour

'A success story' she tells every neighbour.

Behind every success is Maame.

 

 Ayeekoo..Yen Maamenom.

Cervical Woes - Onyx Smith

{An entry from Onyx Smith. A good read. Share your thoughts.}

His pain comes with no gain,

And his blackballed presence has become my greatest bane

There are those rare moments when in anticipation, i wait for him

And for those same rare moments, he comes not, despite my whim.

Then somewhat asudden and forcefully,

And highly unanticipatedly, he arrives with eruption,

in his usual red flowing gown.

With his terrible and lethal weapon, causing distraction

Inflicting pain too, even so with a frown.

Excruciating.

He orders his subjects from my deepest parts,

with a steel face and stony heart.

and his following, those cascading globs of red,

create a ghastly sight on my homely bed.

I am left with sporadic dysmenorrhea,

the reverse of pleasure becomes my overseer.

Oh my, the price to pay for womanhood

Can't hide my emotion, the thought just dampens my mood.

The executioner, my visitor, looks on and nods.

He looks proud and all, like the Zeus of the other gods.

I stare with contempt,

and make no attempt

to look away when he whispers, 'Menstruation.'

BLADES OF CHRONOS - Michael Stevens

 BLADES OF CHRONOS 

By Michael Stevens

Time , on the throne of chronos sits
The sisters of fate , by the loom seated ,heads bent , the threads of destiny interwoven
On Saturn's rings , vow of chronos , embedded
Time draws nigh like a blade , on the belts of Orion ,fastened
Sheathed beneath a scabbard of woesome tides
Beneath the stargazer's scope , between the aim of Sagittarius , Virgo bleeds
Gushing pools of crimson red , along the pathways of milk stained , roared Leo

Amidst the the thunder roars , and the flashes of lightening blue , tears from beings ethereal
Descended in droves , torrential , the skies , the battlefield beneath the heavens trembled as immortals marched in awe so transcendental
On gaia realms , the stargazer beckoned forth , his companion stood watch before him
Eyelids blinked and strained , into space , they pierced , drawing blood
Beneath the immortal footstools , earth stared , a lone piece on a universal board

Time draws nigh like a blade , on the belts of Orion fastened
The past , stares from behind , from shadows bleak
The present , here and now , evades heart , desires mounting
The future , from our sights obscured , holds doubts and fears
The blades of chronos wielded , the sound of destiny , echoes
Lines of battle painted , on the pitch of destiny , cries of war resounding with each clash of immortality

The blood moon resurrected , the star gazer stares , steadfast in his post
Rays of the gold approaching , eyes squinted ,balanced only by the beams of silvery red
The moon stood in perfection , facing the rage of the crimson king
Gaia marvels , time halted in their fiery embrace
The king , his queen , an ephemeral union of ethereal perfection
The scales of Libra , all but tilted in favor of creation
To this union , a libation poured , from Aquarius' jars

Time draws nigh ,like a blade on the belts of orionn fastened
Un-sheathed as chronos struck in pain , the union ,forever divided
Meteors of pain hurled through the night's sky , galaxies with rage filled as night and day spawned
tears ,down crimson cheeks roll , gaia trembled in quakes , beyond control
The crimson king hath been defeated
Chronos' blades sheathed , its power unrivaled , existence redefined
There is no end to this
Leo forever roars
The virgin bleeds still
From the jars of Aquarius , libation pours eternal
Gaia forever drenched in its wake
And the star still gazes in awe

Time draws nigh , like a blade on the belts of Orion fastened .

~Michael Stevens ~

An Un-despised Hymn - Peter Atta Brown

~~ an Un-despised hymn ~~

by Atta Brown 

         

 ~~   After the visiting spirits had gone  ~~
                 and the purifying dews ceased their
                            sprinkling at dawn,
                  I picked my life fom the ground
                  like a dropped apple,deserted
                         by it's weary branch
                                     and
                            I  whispered
               an undespised hymn in consolation,

               uncurse the tears you have wasted 
           over fruitless years with coward hearts
                   and regret not the toils that
                       brought you no reward
           
               Forgive yourself all the troubles 
       that tease your memory openly like a clown,
                                   for
               the World itself does not know
                         where to stand,
                              whether
                      to be a cunning fool
                                    or
                           a witty cynic,
                              whether
                  to be a friendly hopping
                            tamed dog
                                   or
                             a smoke 
                     puffing deadly bull 
                             in a circus.

                   Belittle no chance over 
                         pain or pleasure,
                                  rather,
                      in a thirsty patience,
                             desire both
                                   with
                   hugging arms   and feet,
                          taste and spit
            if so be it that your soul be sanctified,
                                 this way,
                  you shall celebrate the 
                      breath held in you,
                                  and,
                 appreciate the suffering 
                    death promised to all 
                  ~~ at the tiring end.~~

  (c)copyright 2012
peter atta brown

Untitled - Arcene Janvier

 Poem By Arcene Janvier

I progress from my regress far back behind the rest
Steady Improvement is the Chief Aim
So many are the years I wasted trying to be
...what the society wanted me to be
I’ve retraced my steps to where I lost my way
I’ve regained the platform from which I clearly perceive the horizons ahead...
My dreams are now nearer than ever
...because in spite of them being further than they were yesterday
My failures in being something else has reaffirmed in me
...the faith that this is the function whose tool I am
Hence efficiency is the native merit expected of me
...and I promise to effortlessly and efficiently fulfill to the pleasure of analysts...
Now I have a stronger will
From my hard fall yesterday I have today healed a stronger soul

I am a front warrior in a war against mediocrity
I am an evangelist of optimism in a county of pessimism
I am a politician in the democracy of dreams
I am a mason in the construction of a better reality
I am an actor in the play of successful living
I am a student in the University of Life
I am a seeker of the Universal Keys
I am a shooting star with a definite course, Infinity is my destination
But for now as tick-tock of the clock resounds
I am the ant with a defined purpose

History is my trusted friend, never lies to me
...and always enlightens me with better lessons
Time is my ally, always on my side
My dreams are the business plan
The seeds I hope to reap tomorrow
My skills, dedication, and passions are my equity
...the capital I count on
Mother Nature and the infinite mind are my guarantors
I fear not to take the highest risks for I am insured by the Policy of Faith
For me life is an endless series of opportunities
I dare to dream because I have the capacity to believe
I dare to strive because I trust in my native abilities
I have a name that has no one else
It is a name that must be built with candid effort from the ground up
I am now digging the foundation for this castle of a name
For at the end of the day
It begins with the fact that I am standing at the gate of possibilities
My spirit has brought me thus far, what’s left is to walk in
Shall I knock or shall I let myself in
Let me first proclaim my name and see if the children of souls recognize:
I am Oversoul, the Son of a Dream
Suspense... what happens next
Alertness.. Excitement... Exhilaration...
Elation... Anticipation... Confidence...
Emotional Power

I Can Have It All - Sharon Tracy Phanos

I CAN HAVE IT ALL.

I want the luxury and the comfort

I want the knowledge and the grades

I want the guy and the mustang

And I want the money and the love

Definitely, the money and the love

And I should have them all.

I want the mansion with room service

I want the beauty and the passion

I want longevity and security

I want the cuisine with the chef

I want ‘em hot and spicy

And I want the million dollar kicks

I want to see Peru and Abudiabe

I want to feel “el sol y el calor”

I want to feel “el agua en el playa”

I want to see the Paris fashion week

And visit Ethiopia for lunch

I want to have it all.

I want to have the best in life

And live like a child of the kingdom

I want the land and its richness

I want world peace and abundance

Why can’t I have it all?

I want honesty and truth

Top it up with much love and charity

I want to ride in Texas

And stand and gaze at the “tour d’Eiffel”

I can have my dreams and hopes

I can have the best of the lot

I can savour the richest taste

 I can breathe uncontaminated air

I can walk alone and not fear

I can have it all.

i am - Luzuko Gongxeka

i am

by Luzuko Gongxeka

i am an organism
made of organisms,
a sentient being,
an animate creature;
a human being,
a black man,
an afrikan,
a rastaman;
every black man
a rastaman,
irrespective of religion
and dietary choices,
i am a xhosa man;
part mfengu
part msuthu,
i am a nigga;
a real nigga,
i am. . .
Mysterious Elements,
a lot
more than i can see,
understand and explain,
i am the wind that flows
right through you,
i am formless
nothingness,
i am the past;
present and future,
i am timelessness
floating in existence,
formed and molded
by energy,
i am fire,
i burn
i am the light
and the dark,
truth
and a lie,
vulnerable
to
perception
and duality,
therefore,
being is also being-not,
i am, am not

Beauty Of Nature - Anisha Achankunju

Beauty of Nature

by Anisha Achankunju on Sunday, 5 February 2012

Golden light dancing in to my arms,
With diamonds flowing, intrepid calms.
On bended knee I look up in love,
To the beauty of life bestowed Above.

With swirls of White Light covering all,
In my white dress I now stand so tall.
Beckoning all the butterflies and bees,
Singing amorously to the oak trees.

Intrepid, intriguing, beautiful in love,
To feel one with the nature all Above.
With rushes of light that enclasps my being,
In a gentle swirl I come up to sing.

Beauty of Nature, My love my call,
You have given me all to stand tall.
In your loving anthems I am amply blest,
Atuned in peace, love, and beauty caressed.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 5th February 2012

The White Skins - Dora Amoako

"THE WHITE SKINS"

By Dora Amoako

• 
  Okomfo Anokye bid Asanteman farewell to begin the journey for the cure for death Bathed in the Antoa river were 300 Asafo(warriors) of superhuman strength
  They journeyed north, headed towards the land beyond the corn
  Over mountains, hills, deserts and through valleys
  Then journeyed some more till the soil turned from red to black and then brown
  After crossing the narrow river they came to a strange land with white soil
  Cold to the feet, men lived in strange stone houses and wore heavy clothing
  The Asafo were bewildered because never have they seen so many Albinos
  They asked and wondered “are we in Asamando(Land of the Dead)”?
  Are these people ghosts?
  Surely, this land must be cursed because of the sheer number of albinos
  
  OKOMFO ANOKYE REPLIED
  "Yes they look pale, white skin; they even talk funny through their nose
  With long stringy hair and smell like wet chicken
  Mansa Musa and Sundiata did mention them
  Their elders once upon a time visited the triangular mansions (pyramids) of our ancestors to learn
  They might look human but I doubt if they are fully human because Odumankoma (God/Creator) didn’t finish coloring them
  And they have no soul because they do not name their young after seven days.
  Aaah!! Look at these savages they eat with sticks
  Aaah!! See how their men wear horsehair on their heads.
  Sebi sebi they even eat like animals see how their meat is still drenched with blood.
  I think they are not far from animals so we should treat them as such
  But flowing through their land is the “fountain of youth”-the cure of death
  They don’t know its importance, but we do
  So we need to find a way to steal it with least resistance
  
  HERE IS THE PLAN
  Let us bribe them gifts of salt, gold, kente
  Let’s mesmerize them with our charms, talisman and potions
  And if they resist we will tell Mami Wata(River Goddess) to drown their kids
  And when we fight them we will summon our motia (dwarfs).
  Infact they are no match for our sophisticated weaponry
  After we take their land, we will enslave them so they can work by the river
  To carry gourds of the fountain back to Asanteman
  Let us break down their confidence so we don’t need to use physical force
  Let us paint sasabonsam(Devil) white so they will associate evil with their skin color
  And let us brag about the virility of our Odumankuma and the beauty of Asaase Yaa
  Yes, a white skin women will never feel beautiful till she tans her skin and pumps her breasts and buttocks
  Let us make them forget their culture, let us make them forget their history and hate themselves
  Because that is the only way they will fail to see the treasure that lies in their backyard,fail to see anything of value coming from them
  That is the only way they will allow us to tap the river for free
  
  ………..So they set to work on their plan
  Coercing and killing
  Capturing the men to work by the river so they can carry gourds upon gourds to far away Asanteman
  True to his word Okomfo Anokye did bring the cure for death back to Asanteman
  But that it because Owuo (Death) moved to the Land of the whiteskins
  So the more the river was tapped by the Ashanti’s the more members of the white skins aged and died.
  The river that nurtured them was being taken; they were dying without knowing why
  They said their gods have forgotten them so they inturn shunned their gods
  Hercules, Zeus, Pluto were now names mentioned with scorn and disgust
  They embraced the gods of Asanteman and feverishly poured libations and celebrated every single Afahye(festival)
  
  …………….Over 500 years later and the story remains the same
  Now the young whiteskins are scared, they refuse to stay and wither
  They see how everyone in Asanteman is young and fresh
  They want a piece of the good life
  So they pack themselves in boats, ships and hustle for visa
  Anything to help them get to Asanteman for a better life
  The white skins have forgotten the treasure that still flows in their backyard
  So they risk their life to travel to Asanteman where they work as menial servants, constantly demeaned by the dark skins
  Who make it a point to remind them of their deficiency in melanin
  They are a people living in Amnesia
  Still dying even though they have the cure
  The rest of the world awaits their awakening.
  Will they white skins wise up?
  We live to find out.
  
  ICON

Slave Mater's - Tawiah Aboagye Tawiah

SLAVE MASTER'S

 By

Tawiah Aboagye Tawiah 

 

 

I bleed…
Sweat seep…
Tears descend…
All from my brains
Memories of me
sitting on a bough of the baobab tree
Counting captives
chained underneath my forefathers shed
Stares at me in the soul

I did not know!
I never knew!
Grandpa said mirror is of value…
Papa said corned beef is vital…
Wofa said whisky is needed…
More than vulnerable men

Oh I helped to hung the gun
“It will shoot you if you move” papa warned
I sat and laughed breathlessly
As they seek permission from ‘egya etu’
And obediently returning after urinating

Oh yes! I helped count the men
‘This looks stronger…
 a good deal must earn us a mirror
We shall plead over the weaker ones
A tin of corned beef for each will do.

Grandpa rested,
wasting his lifetime in front of a mirror
Till the mirror cast no reflection of him
Papa was choked to death
by a meat bone from a corned beef
Uncle drunk his soul out
Choked his guts with whisky
till his breath finally seized
But I, was left in ignorance
Thirsting for answers…

Bring the traders to my feet
Cut this ones’ head!
Oh! So his blood is red?
Ah! So there is no god like a white man?
There is no god at the other end of the sea?
Whom our natives are going to serve?
I need no elder to tell me the answer.

The Winning Poems - MICROPOETRY

Week One Winner - James Robert Myers

Untitled

As I give myself this
Constant reflection, I imagine,
My inner feelings broaden
Your beauty accentuates your trousers
Then I fall to grounds

Week Two Winner - Kwame Acquah Storbee

The Landmines

No doubts feuds abound,
In this love I found.
But lo, I am bound
Not placing her t’ ground,
A landmine it may sound.

Week Three Winner - Paul Forjoe Junior

In Five Lines I write, In Five Vowels I Might

Abuse accordingly, an act astronomical
Evolving egos, eclipses, even explicit
Inconclusive idioms intertwined in irony
Odd orgasms outstanding on offer
United unilaterally under unseen unison

Week Four Winner - Philip Boakye D. Oyinka

Untitled

You were taught to run
There’s fire on the mountain;
But stay where you are
The sea is my tenant,
Let fire call his boast.

Week Five Winner - Nana Kwesi E. Dadson

Love

Love runs our hearts through
To make the skies blue,
It is one but two;
Abstract but true
It’s us, me and you.

Week Six Winner - Sharon Tracy Phonos

Untitled

The trees are my home
And I wonder if
It is my soul’s song
To breathe sweet scented air
And never forget my roots.

Week Seven Winner - Edzordzi Agbozo

Husago

When our sunset draws near
Oh, let the old old
Backwards forward dance: Husago
Lead us to the other
Phase of life.

MICROPOETRY- The Contest

On the 31st of July, 2010, Write To The World and Open Air Theatre started the first ever "Micropoetry raddio contest" in the nation. The "catch" was to get poets to Say More With Less. MICROPOETRY therefore cam into force and lasted 8 weeks.

The concept of MICROPOETRY was built around the notion that poets culd say so much with their very few words and yet make meaning and even entice readers further. Thus, in the MICROPOETRY contest, poets were required to write a very short poem in this format: 5 Lines and Not more than 5 Words per line, totalling not moore than 25 words for the entire poem. It was required that the poem have a full meaning, not be vague, and could touch on any theme the poet so chose.

The poets were then asked to submit the poems via a text line on Sundays, the day on which Open Air Theatre was aired on Radio Univers 105.7fm (Greater Accra). The poets had a maximum of 24hrs to submit their poems to the text line. All poems wee then collated at the end of the day and judged by Write To The World and Open Air Theatre. The winner for the week was selected and contacted. For all the eight weeks, a winner was selected per week, except for one week where there were no submissions.

MICROPOETRY played well on its first run and very soon the winning poets and their winning poems will be posted on many site including this one and One Ghana One Voice, Write To The World, K-Hitz Radio and Writers Project Of Ghana.

We want to say CONGRATULATIONS to the Winners and a Big THANK YOU to all who made it a reality.

Default Invetion - Duke Benson

Default Invention

by Duke Benson 

 

A designer, a creator, a scientist, an engineer
Those are my appellations
I design, I invent
All in my lab

Of all my inventions
There are two
Device 1, codenamed XY
Device 2, codenamed XX
And both have two antennas

XY has two antennas
Y1 and Y2
Y1 is transmission only
Y2, also transmission only

XX has two antennas too
X1 and X2
X1 transmits and receives
X2 transmits only

In my own likeness I made them
With my own knowledge I made them

By default
The devices work on their own
For maximum gain and efficiency
They must work together

But to work together
This algorithm they must follow

            XX sync XY
            Y1 transmit
            X1 receive

It’s simple, not complicated
No matter what anyone says
That’s the way I made them

My Name Is - Nana Asaase

My Name is

by Nana Asaase(Philip Boakye Dua Oyinka)

 

I am a seed of potent dreams and promises
Planted in a green desert;
A lonely dark cloud
Over an anxious dry plain;
A harvest of burdened expectancy.

I am a drop of living water
To the creaky limbs of a stranded warrior;
The fat sweat on a skinny brow;
The hope of a widow forest;
LET THIS TREE REMAIN!!!

The Red House - Tchaloco Mo

THE RED HOUSE...........................

by Tchaloco Mo 

Actuality of time.
the streets are
quiet,the birds
chasing after
the wind,the
kids pack their
toys,parents
rushing them
home.........
the streets are
filled with fears.
the smell of guns
powders run the
avenues.........
the place that use
to ressemble to
the sea,now,looks
more like a volcano.
i step down to my
door,cross to the
otherside.enter
the red building.
behind the door
the smoke of weed
knocked me off my
foot.catch my breath.
on my left,three
people are laughing,
on my right,a stair..
on the wall,there are
three pictures.......
all identical,back
grounded in black
with a red mark.
in the top-left
corner..............
i keep on walking
with every steps
getting heavy and
heavier;the sweat
dripping under my
shirt,my underwear
is getting wet....
when i look left,
the floor was cover
in red,a river of
blood,running down
the hallway..........
She,my onetime
friend,seating down
in a the couch;half
way dressed;motionless
staring straight at
the door but she was not
moving.the closer i get,
the details are coming.
in her room,on my left,
a splash of red paint
on the wall.............
at my right,the back
of her head,making
way to a big hole!
she died inside the
little red house............

The Loud Voice Of Silence - Akwele Patricia

THE LOUD VOICE OF SILENCE

by Akwele Patricia

I need reasons for speech
But need none for silence
I cannot see why
Yet I am not blind

Frustrated
I want to hear
I listen close
I cannot say a word
Even though it's loud in my head

Lost
I need to locate that drop of water admist the rain
That surrounds me
There I can catch a single voice in my head
A single voice within a thousand that deafens me

Loud silence is like the sun
Burning without a voice
Loud silence is like the stars
Screaming their beauty out

No one dared disturb the voice of silence
The loud voice of silence
It is the hardest argument to refute

 

Lost In A Dream - Prem Anand R

LOST IN A DREAM

Prem Anand R

Lost in a dream, sleepless awakening
violet skies between meadows of green
rivers of souls departed to the underworld
silver coins bribes upon the ferryman’s hand

Lost within my sleep, death calls and waits
twilight skies burning heavens above
as darkness came with thunder
storms brewing upon gods’ caldron of fate
flashes and screams echoes
to disturb the sleeper’s wake

Lost in a dream, I cast my dices to fate
upon the crossroads I wait for the deal
to be made with the salesman of Hades
came and bought my soul in a dream

Lost in a maze, a labyrinth of deceit and hate
men sell their souls for their pieces of dreams
gamblers twist lady luck to escape their fate
they become the balls, when the roulette turns and stops

Dreamers all of them, like me unable to awake
death waits between the cracks of shadow and light
life is the hardest to live upon expectations,
dreamers die young as their life burns away fast

Waiting to break out of the cycle of mundane
to live the life of an enigma of chaos
on a hill top high screaming at the heavens like a lunatic
found the dream but death got to it first

Seize the day and night,they hide
when death comes seeking
freedom is a price we take for granted
on speeches made by folk tongue
asleep on my bed, restless and in peace

lost in a dream between the rivers of soul
and the shadow of death,not to be awaken
unless dreams are found or lost in its nightmare
but now the bones and flesh are but a mere dust

delusional mirage becomes the real life
inner sanctum of reality shifts the imagination
freedom of flight that the weight of regrets lies
within the mind but none is taken by the heart

2011 ©PREM ANAND RETHINASAMY

Freeing My Mind - Selikem

FREEING MY MIND 2

I have over months tried to stay out of this GAY issue that is hitting the airwaves. I have battled with myself and conscience over whether I should write a piece on this issue or not but the happenings of this morning as I journeyed to work has given me the urge to write this. Before your prejudices sets in and you become all judgmental on me I will like to state categorically that this is not an attack on any religious group or persons but just my candid opinion of what I see and hear all around me. For the records if there is on group of people I detest so much in life it is the people who practice the sexuality of Gays and not for a second will I condone and connive with such act on any given day. I’m one of those who believes in change and not always conforming to all the ways of society, but on the issue of sexuality I adamantly stand for the view that a sexual relationship should be strictly between a MAN and a WOMAN and that my friends is the way it should be.
Now that at least you know my stand I will like to proceed with what I observed this morning whilst was listening to Kojo Oppong Nkrumah’s show on JOY fm when people called in to talk about gays and whether they will vote for or against any politician who supported gay rights. From my own estimation, because I lost count of the number people who called, 90 percent of them in their submissions made reference to the story of Sodom and Gomorrah in the Bible stating categorically that it was because of Gayism that those two towns were destroyed by God. You see I have not been reading my Bible of late and for that I have no excuse whatsoever but hearing this, my mind went back to those days in Sunday school where I first heard this story. And not once did I remember that God said he was destroying Sodom and Gomorrah because it was a gay haven. To be sure and yet again double sure, I have re-read the story from the Bible again and it is not what we are presenting it to be. God told Abraham that he was going to destroy Sodom and Gomorrah because of their wickedness and sinful ways and it is not until the verse 3 of Genesis chapter 19 that we get hint of gays being part of the township and this has raised a lot of questions in my head which might make me deviate from the course I want to take with this article concerning morality and religion.
Most often than not morality is Ghana is tied to Christianity as if other religions practiced in Ghana have no code of conducts or moral norms and values. I think our knowledge of right and wrong is innate in us. Religion gets its morality from humans. We know that we can't get along if we permit perjury, theft, murder, rape, all societies at all times, well before the advent of monarchies and certainly, have forbidden it... Socrates called his daemon, it was an inner voice that stopped him when he was trying to take advantage of someone... Why don't we just assume that we do have some internal compass. Now let’s look at it from this point. A man has a penis and a woman a vagina, the penis transports sperms from the scrotum into the vagina so the sperm can fertilize the egg in the fallopian tube and the result is pregnancy which metamorphoses into a human being after some 9 months and that is how we were all brought to this world. I therefore do not need religion to tell me that that is the way of life and that when I’m grown up and wants to have kids to I need a woman and not man to have sexual relationships with. Look let’s be realistic for once and hang our religious boots. Man is a primate. All primates have innate morality. A moral sense is vitally important to the efficient running of any society or group. There are no amoral primate groups anywhere. The Mafia have morals, baboons have codes. There are differences between the various groups and their codes of morality but all primate groups have some morals and standards of behavior. Religion is also very common but it is not universal and it did not cause the codes or the instinct to observe them. These are facts that need to be clearly stated. Morality does not require religion especially when it comes to the issues of seeing being gay as wrong.
There are some things which just are not right no matter how good we paint them. Like a decorated baboon they will always be a baboon. In my opinion, if God wants to punish Ghana now it not because of just Gays but also the numerous social vices that are prominent in our societies. Way before religion and for that matter all religions that are not indigenous to Ghana came to bear our forefathers had norms and values that guarded the integrity of our communities and it is that we should all stand for when it comes to this silly issue of gays
I’m beginning to feel that these gays and their issues are even gaining more prominence on our air waves than issues that really need to be discussed for the unification and development of our dear country spiritually, socially and economically. Let us see religion as a way to catch the attention in order to reinforce the messages of the natural morality that we as a humans are already responding to.

MICROPOETRY

Hey poetry fans and Geeks in the Greater Accra Region, It is finally here...

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5 lines + 5 words

Yes, that all it takes. Micropoetry is a contest meant to see if ports can actually say more with less. So write a 5 line poem with not more than 5 words and sub mit it. Below are compact details.

Contest: Micropoetry

Tag-line: Say More With Less

Organisers: WTTW & OAT

Supporters: Public Sense Advertising (PSA) & AfroMedia

Medium: Radio Univers 105.7fm

Time: 5:00pm t0 6:30pm
 

Purpose: Getting poets to cut short their long poems, encouraging brevity in poetry, saying more with less.
 

Format: A poem of not more than 25words with 5lines of not more than 5words per line.
 

Themes: General
 

Style: no style but a rhyming piece will be good.
 

Submission: Via Text Only

Number of submissions: 1 per poet per week.
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