Manchester Today

Oh Manchester today
we hear your cry
we hear your heartache

We see ur fresh scar
we witness your attacks
A cheap shot thrown at you

You have just been caught
in the middle of a
senseless debauchery

That feeds on hatred and fear
that targets the innocent
and celebrate horror,

Confused as to what is gained by it all,
a pathe unending of victimisation
a war with no cause,

No clearly drawn out battle fields
Out away, far away, where soldiers
bid fair well to their love ones

Find a safe field with equal measure
away from the innocent
and battle it out.

Why take on a civilian
and say it is just, for it is war,
All is fair in war

Who's medal of honor
is for hire so cheap,
placed with a discount reduce to clear

If for faith of religion
which God will welcome u with open arms preying on the vulnerable,

If for pride
such hallow deeds
will be deemed empty

By your own conscience
ones the arrogance of justification
dies out, so short lived

To have scarred a mother's womb
and robbed a life of it's time,
Her tears are acid rain on you

To have broken a father's heart
by taking away he's love,
His anger will huant you

And that of the children
left orphans by your acts
t hier loneliness will be your burden

A weight so heavy
you have just placed on your self.
A curse beyond this world

There is no justification
of war, for war of terror
none at all exist

If we accept each others difference
as the true beauty of God
for God is diverse

As his greatest attribute
and his hands are diverse
as shown through all of nature,

So why pin a mark on God
and insist on killing for such false cause
No one asked you for, no God needs

No God did.

Independence Ghana

Why should we honour a ceremony
Why should we stand on ceremonial grounds

Be seen in our best costume attire
With marching shoes and laces too

Flags and confetti waved up high
Lines and lines of row we adorn

Drums, dance and songs we sing
Poetry recital and libations we pour

A priest on board,
Some high dignitaries too

On this day we celebrate
On this day we were made citizens of

For our forefathers that came and went
On this day their blood we honour

On this day we take stock
On this day we self reflect

On this day, this far we have come
On this day, is this how far we have come

Though true to the word
So little we have done in our generation

Some even protest, a' ask for shame a' wonder
On how we could celebrate this our indifference

But it is besotted on us, we own
It is a legacy we are required to pass on

So on this day the Big Six stood
On 6th March to announce, we announce

We celebrate our independence
Invited guest from far and near

Would all be with us to self reflect
What it is we have added on

What it is as a legacy so great
Would we be passing on, on this day

Money is a god

If you look at the world 
We live in,  vividly clear 
In its true colour and form,

It would be hard to believe 
In humanity a concept and 
What it is suppose to stand for. 

The asylum of country, 
Religion and politics 
Is being run by mad men. ‪

#‎art‬‪ #‎philosophy‬ #‎culture‬ 

We are all walking blind 
And money is a drug on overdose 
Being worshipped as gods 

Popping pills daily 
To maintain the delusion 

Sacrificing human beings 
On the alter of war
 Greed, famine and hunger 

To the gods of money
#capitalist thinking 
To the gods of money 

The (in)dependence of Ghana

Denounce the government and embrace the flag‪ #‎wendellberry‬.
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The politics, ‬ independence is a scam, all politicians are the same. We are in debt, but I owed no man, I borrowed no money, I sleep in the darkness but I paid all my bills. My pipes lie empty, I am forced to drink from plastic bags. The Doctor is in on the scam too; he's is no longer a noble cause, he writes prescriptions as a way of extorting money from the sick and vulnerable, then kills me dead on negligence, no recourse no one is held liable. 

There is no blood at the hospitals, even though Jehovah witness are refusing blood, we are all selfish to give, though even after giving, storage becomes a problem. There is no air in the oxygen cylinder, watch me chocking dead. The medical stores are all on fire and the last remaining salvaged drugs are expired, being forced down my throat.

 The condoms imported are too small for the African size, they rip off, thorn to shreds at the first thrust, and so I am left with a scare.

Our institutions are inactive, the country is run by sleeping sheep. The upper class are all foreigners living in gated communities, entered only by invitation strictly by invitation. The high end restaurants and hotels will not have me for being a second class citizen. 

My roads are dusty red, dust covers my throat I am a Martian to be from Mars the red planet. Our farmers are under attack, Monsanto wants to play God to kill all our seeds and starve us dead, so the west can show us on TV begging for charity "please sir, give me some more sir". But how can I blame the West, it's a dog eat dog world and we beg to be eaten. 

Denounce the government, embrace the flag, find your patriotism and stand for a cause, for politicians are all scam, in it just for themselves. ‪#‎Ghana‬‪#‎Africa‬ thinking out loud it's about time.

A man's war

Would the winds hold form

Seeing the rivers bloat 

Over fed by the hills 

At the start of the stream 

A little trickle 
A little trickle down it flows 

Is God, one known to favor 

And with selected preference 

To owe allegiance to man 

But not to all men 

To watch blindly as man 

Destroys another 

All in his name 
Martyrdom in his name 

They yell and scream "for your blessing"
His name before battle 

We fight for our God 
This is for the lord 

How is that to be explained 

I created all the universe 

Yet I can not win the hearts 

Of all men, not all men on my side 

This is man's war, all of it 

This is man's greed, all of it 

Masqueraded as a holy war 

A jihad, a crusade; this is man's war 

From the beginning of time 

This has all and always been man's war 

Yet with so little value on purpose 

Since we keep lying to ourselves 

That it is, anything but a man's war 

All of it, all the blood, all the pain 

No morality to fight for 

No course so great

And God wanders why 

And what to do with us 

Fighting the two thousand year war 
Just to destroy all that he created 

In his name 
This has always been man's war

The money issue; how rich are you

What is money
First put yours away 
Before I succeed in talking you 
Out of it, I might just do that, succeed  

What is money  
Such role play that stems as blood 
Running through our veins in capitalism 
Green eye monsters as slaves to its cause 

What is the value of money 
How do we define money 
Wealth as a subject of money, money. money 
What would you do for money, money, money 

Old friends some as new 
But all the same, made this acclamation 
I would give everything away for money 
For what is happiness without wealth and glamour 

So I ask, what is money, what is money 
Money, money, money 
Its a rich man's world they say
They sing and throw feast to celebrate 

Money is the compensation 
Event for time spent my time bought 
Anything worth our time in value 
We do not get compensated for, we get rewarded with 

Love, family, friendship 
And the list goes on and on and on 
For value is defined as essence 
And money has no essence only as a prelude  

If I am to break up a relationship
Friendship or for love any that matters 
The worse aspect always to me 
Is the time spent in making the memories 

Wasted memories. corrupted memories 
If by virtue of the broken chain 
I would have to do without such memories 
Which clogs up my memory banks 

This is why we are never satisfied 
With what we earn, insatiable appetite 
Unless we are passionate about 
What work we do 

And the reward is from that satisfaction 
Money is a compensation event 
Which in itself is a substitute compromise  
As a concession no compromise is as the true value 

Money is a means, through 
Passage path we walk on to journey 
Not an end, a facilitator to open doors  
Not the accomplishment never the accomplishment 

The very rich turn to philanthropy 
To attain a sense of true value 
Not compensated value 
To get that pure joy of soul satisfaction 

What is money again 
It is giving to Caesar what is Caesars 
But knowing Caesar is only getting a share 
After the fact, not as the fact 

Do not be a slave to the money man 
Follow the passion in you with dedication and strive  
And money would come as a by-product 
After the fact, being of Caesar's make 

Wealth and value is not money 
It is the uncompromising experience 
Of reward that satisfies the soul 
How rich are you 

What is money 
First put yours away 
Before I succeed in talking you out of it 
I might just do that succeed 

Mark 8:36 
What good is it for someone 
to gain the world 
yet forfeit his soul 

The cries of mother

What a cold night, the smell of fear fills the air,

Even those afar off, sleep and stare,

Staying alert, watching out, ready to flee like a hare

Its a problem we all can't help but share.

The cries of mothers filling the streets,

Even the fathers have decided not to sit,

Our brothers are contributing their bits,

Our sisters we want to rescue from the evil pit

The evil ones with us have taken residence,

Their barbaric and destructive acts are now prevalent,

Further mishaps we are unable to prevent,

And so many lives everyday, we continually spend.

How much do we have to pay for their freedom,

How many souls to redeem our lost kingdom,

Or we are unconsciously treading the path of Sodom,

How we so pray for a miracle our way to come.

Suddenly the world is attentive to our plight,

To assist us they get on the next flight,

Their strength to combine with our might,

And together we will the enemy fight.

The blood of our girls  is to high a cost,

To redeem a cause we consider lost,

Dear Lord, please save us from this hell 

We pray you help #bringbackourgirls

Thank you,

John kuforiji

Bring back our girls

Were we born blind 
Did the night refuse to break 

Did the night refuse to break 
To see light in day, were we born blind 

Were our wings formed broken, clipped 
So from the bird's nest, birth we could never fly 

Who would we blame pointing fingers 
For the burns on our motherland, this time 

Watching on, as our sisters are rounded up 
Like a herd of cows huddled to be sold 

Who are we to blame for this curse 
That tortures tears from Mother's eyes 

When will we rise and truly take form 
No longer the weak with stories of greatness 

The Kings and Queens of this land as acclaimed 
Yet with cowardly acts, so little bravery bestowed  

Why are we so content with the burden of  pain 
To add to chains of hold back, locked up minds  

Will a hero come out of this land 
Not foreign again as rescuer, to the rescue  

Prepared to sacrifice, blood, sweat and tears 
And be true to the cause, a hero from this land  

Oh mother cries, tears, bring back my girls  
With so many of her daughters stolen 

And yet not a single son, takes stands 
Ready to bring back sanity to this land 

Who would cure the madness that grips this land 
Of false religion and politics and politics 

Sending mother's sons and daughters into 
The depth of insanity and inaction  

I hear mother's cry I feel her pain 
Bring back my girls 

Just bring back my girls  
Bring back my girls 

And I cry, bring back our girls 
Bring back our girls 

Prioritizing Allegaince to Ghana

There was a time, when the Ghanaian flag held a place above all others in Ghana, with patriotism and national pride, the Red, Yellow (gold) and Green, with Black Star symbolized, the very essence of the Ghanaian.  

Democracy was to enhance unity, freedom of speech and an all inclusive development goal of the single country called Ghana, however the patriotism that Ghanaians once had for a single unified country is now being replaced by political affiliation, more and more people pledge their allegiance not to the country but to the political party they belong to. At a funeral ceremony I saw this miss guided notion of affiliation for myself, when the diseased was draped with nothing but the flag of his political party. 

This state of affair has encouraged a culture of "us against them" in the country, where the winner takes all, and the looser is put out in the sun, to dry out like a dead fish. The winning party sets about to replace all that are not known to be members of his/ her party with that of his own, regardless of their competence and their motives, the situation only adding to a culture where instead of people performing to the best of their abilities to be rewarded by that recognition, to a system where people rather more motivated to steal and hoard corrupt funds, since even if they go out of their way to achieve something worth recognizing, because of their political affiliation or lack of it, they will never get recognized for their efforts. 

Until the balance is reset where the ultimate incentive is to the betterment of the country and all affiliations are first and foremost to the country, then to the political parties, Ghana is never going to find its self on  the right path for the development it deserves.  What all political parties fight for is to serve the country, not their cronies, the reward in all phases of this paradigm is the recognition of one's achievement and not respect based on how much money they own which is mostly attained through corrupt means. Value should be defined on the basis of substance, strive and self sacrifice.  

The opposition should still see themselves with an important role to play, nominating shadow cabinet and ministers to keep the ruling party on its toe and thus bring about transparency and accountability in all areas of governance, us citizens Ghanaians should be given the opportunity to evaluate all political parties not only in election but in their proposed measures and willingness to serve the country whether they are in power or not, by their continuous contribution to the country's development all times.

This is the Ghana flag and like all the other countries that still hold allegiance to the British Monarch, such as Australia, New Zealand, Fiji and most West Indies Islands and imprint of the British flag is incorporated into their  various national flags.

The writer here, advocates the need for all political parties in Ghana as a legal requirement to have an imprint of the Ghana flag in their political flags, to help refocus where the priority of their interest should lie, in-terms of their ambitions and goals. An example is given above, on how all the various flags should look like, this should be the case before the next election in Ghana and it should reflect the expectation of the voters in the country. One should not be of a given political affiliation to vote for a particular party, but on the basis that the party in question is offering the better prospect in serving the interest of the country. 

God bless our homeland Ghana, and make our nation great and strong, bold to defend for ever....there is no mention in the national anthem of any political party, lets just remember that and do some soul searching to re-calibrate our mindset and thinking of our interest and what our individual vote should count for.  

Popo, Kpoti, Bobby on the beat

What do I think of the Popo, Bobby on the beat 
Officially still at work, what can he do  Kpoti 

Officially someone is taking the piss koti 
Being driven around as a third wheel hangin, Kpoti 

Officially being driven around Bobby duty bound 
Osu Oxford Street on the night rounds, "Kpoti yes sir"     

As demanded, supposedly as an escort to the honourable 
One Mr Important's, not so Important son, Kpoti 

I could not but see a satirical joke, koti  
In the scene that witnessed my presence 

So to the point of the car parking, Kpoti 
Some SUV of a kind new on the plate, Kpoti 

But looking unwanted with opulence 
What can I say, I observe I write , Kpoti 

All four doors open like sesame, Kpoti 
Then out comes Young Mr not so important 

And his entourage, following dog tale 
Of cause Kpoti gets out as well 

Officially still on duty with piss take, Kpoti 
Officially being driven around double piss take 

For someone's pleasure 
But wait Kpoti, koti gets left out 

Standing next to the locked up car 
To stand and wait, for hours long, Kpoti 

For Young Mr not so important 
And his entourage to go have fun, Kpoti 

On a friday night, he is on the beat, Kpoti 
What more would Popo, Bobby want on the beat

Officially still on duty, piss take on Kpoti 
Officially koti has been assigned 

The generous tax payer, to foot the bill 
Why not, monkey dey work ...Kpoti 

For piss take and the rest, Baboon dey chop
Poor old Popo, Kpoti, Bobby on the beat 

The puppet house

Knock knock  
Who lives in the puppet's house 

There are no institutions or organisations 
Be it religion or government 

Strong and powerful enough 
To fight or oppress us 

If we realise that, all there is 
Is greedy, corrupt and selfish individuals 

Working as one in human establishments 
Given resources, directly or indirectly financed by us 

And elaborate acronyms to match  
 (NSA, CIA, FBI, al-Qaeda, Boko haram) 

All engineered to scare the masses 
They are never more in numbers 

Than the oppressed majority 
Hiding from fear, of false assumptions  

Enlightenment is a realisation 
A realisation is an awakening 

An awakening is the revolution  
Are you still hiding from fear  

Knock knock 
Who lives in the puppet's house 

Who lives in the puppet's house 
Singing "kombaya my lord is coming" 

Dirty Games, Dirty Dance

Dirty games and dirty dancing, broken vases a, broken wisdom 
Is us celebrating, celebrity mediocre as fine tune 
And putting that on a mantle piece, Yes Sir !

Content hallow in the world of consumerism 
Flash light, nothing last, nothing holds form 
Nothing is built to last on this hype 

Rushed through all in no time 
No time for analysis, void in making meaning of 
Factory belt sat on, moving motion passes by  

In goes out comes a rabbit on heat speed fast vibration 
A process defined with no added value, its battery powered 
Its sensation sexuality sexualization wealth and arrogance 

Hard to tell who is with wisdom among the crowd 
Camouflage keep that unannounced, trainspotters hallucinating 
Awareness is looking at one's self in the day after a hangover, it is not done 

At night we all come out like vampires with thirst 
Dress as the same, liquor fuels our agenda 
Hard to differentiate the politician from the reverend  

The prostitute services them all  at the same time 
And she is owed by both for non payment on tabs 
Still they think it is right to ask for discount 

 On account Miley Cyrus and Micheal Jackson are frowned upon 
But again the good die young so why not switch 
In this crazed world we live in, one learns to adopt  

Honesty is laying it bare, it is an art form of exhibitionist 
Going naked is a protest by FEMEN activist 
Yet the eyes are all engaged, gulled, perverting 

Quick now, how they jump out of the wood works  
First with stones, dirty hands and hypocrisy, cleaning mouths 
With false self-conscience on misdirected attacks 

Dirty games and dirty dancing, scarce morality 
Who would grace this floor first 
The music is in play 

Addressing the Preacher

Helen Ward, had the same mind 
As George Orwell, I trust this to be true 

May be separated at birth 
But never on their essence of being 

Today frogs and their cohorts 
Stand on ceremony, demanding to be addressed 

I have long protested the arrogance 
And dishonesty of politicians "pigs" by George Orwell 

They make me sick to live in filth, plastic waste 
And demand to be called honorable 

But even for them, oh even with them, I spare 
I spare, for they are as politicians are 

I have come to associate them 
With a type in character, set on position 

The pontification frogs of this nagging address 
To this picture caption Helen Ward graced me with

Claim to hold holy his name 
And abuse their position on holy grounds 

They pay no taxes and con their way 
Into the pockets of the poor and vulnerable 

Offering miracles at a price, for self fortune 
Self anointed kings of the religious domain 

Quick to curse and doom any that question 
To the hell fire, "You do not question a man of god" 

They use their relation with their church members' positions
To threaten any that question, I have seen it happen

Helen Ward had the same mind as George Orwell 
To see these frogs with loud voices quoting scriptures 

They rob from the people they are suppose to free 
The Shepard who sold all his sheep to the cheapest bidder 

Thatcher, The Iron Lady

Melting ore from the earth

We come raw as resource to be molded 

Cast in shapes to be formed on dreams 

Defined by character, strive to be known

She walked fearless in the lions den

Tested by all that she came to know 

Both friends and foes, with daggers drawn 

To see what matter her heart was made of

She stamped her vision on an institution, stubborn

Made of old guards, conservative in nature

She took on those that walked for hunt

Crawled on the under belly of the earth they did

Hardened by their environment to stand opposed

They brought back dark coal, gold as harvest

She went to war with them and more of men on Falkland battle 

She stood her ground and was crowned a warrior queen

Named the Iron Lady and revered by all

She was as the Queen of Sheba, Cleopatra and Yaa Asantewaa            

To have died and be made an immortal legend

So few from once humble backgrounds in play 

Will rise up this high to the throne of glory  

And become an inspiration for a whole generation 

Maggie, Maggie, oh Maggie 

With Thatcher-ism and hair-do 

May your soul rest in peace, mar-mite 
While we argue on your controversy 

Taking sides, for or against 
May your soul rest in peace, Maggie 

Africa is not a country

Africa is not a country 
Believe me, renege such notions 

Africa is not a virgin 
Not green, like a new leaf 

With 11,677,239 square miles 
To its name as owned, a stretch of land 

Africa is not a country
Not for its size, population or governance 

Not for its language as spoken 
Not for the culture so varied 

If for the law of assemble order was to be
And gravity is to gather on principle 

The biggest above and the less bigger ones 
To sit at the bottom of a pan sieving   

If by population, as given in economics demand
Supply of resource materials, and value added is added 

If so Africa would now be the second 
Strongest economic continent in the world 

Second only to Asia on both accounts 
So why then, the confusion  of the supposed order 

Who keeps pulling the short straw as representative 
When asked to pick one to reflect an image 

Politics and social cry renders some incompetent 
I heard another town fell into the hands of the rebels 

And the world news pick up on it like piranhas 
Africa, Africa Africa "in Africa, another........"

What is worse this time, is the naming  
'Central African Republic' 

So again I say, Africa is not a country 
Though confusing from the media reference 

And such named country as a central republic 
Africa is not a country not by a long stretch  

But a continent old, the beginning of the human evolution 
Whether it is 54,55 or 56 countries, is to be debated 

But Africa is not a country, a default on citation 
For it is the eldest continent, of the seven daughters of earth 

Picture from: http://boingboing.net

A standard required

I don't know if acclimatization 
Means becoming alien to one's query 

Why this, why that, why why "three little pigs"
Why I wonder, what reason gives, bamboo for rods 

Shutting down my sense of sight and smell 
Geared to spot the accolade dressed as normality 

What gives, I try to find rational for structures 
To justify the stands of  these barometers 

Long after I walked past still unclear on thoughts 
What gives, is it the love for gravy so strong to crave  

But for silver there is so much more to have 
Just without the need to hang decency 

Is my sense of smell and sight to be turned off 
Like a closed shop, or be the lone crusader  

Who is psychologically incarcerated 
For seeing these harvest of today as poor  

Yet I know there are a thousands others 
With protest; so who does the crime 

And who watches on, without query 
Why this, why that, a standard required 

An inquest into the inquiry 
Who shot decency for silver so cheap

If I am not mistaken the three little pigs 
Built their homes as separate on specifications 

Knowing not to mix, straw and block
As one for the walls of their homes built 

 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Little_Pigs 


Note: KOANs Estate a house builder's shambolic and corrupt idea of saving on reinforcement in the concrete columns and beams in Ghana, using bamboo instead of steel in the concrete. This I believe is an exception rather than the norm in the construction industry in Ghana, hence my shock.