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Sky when with dense clouds abound,
Seeing which peacocks dance around
On tender-green-dress-bedecked a hill,
In such a stirring scene, love-bound,
Which wayfarer wistful would not feel?
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Translation (Quintain) | 34.08.2025 | monsoon, Nature, passion, peacock, nostalgia
Note: Here is a verse (in Arya meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Spring was dealt with in the preceding verse. The poet now paints a picture of monsoon: dark clouds surround; excited, peacocks dance; the earth is bedecked with a lush green dress; a traveller longing for conjugal bliss, feels homesick. Here is the transliteration of the verse in Sanskrit:
Upari ghanam ghana-patalam tiryak
girayo api nartita mayurah |
Kshitih api kandala dhavala
drashtim pathikah kva yapayatu || 47 ||
Our Shame,
"PRESIDENT" & "LEADERS"
Full grown men,
old,
devoid of vision,
Lacking in wisdom,
wicked weaklings
protected by paltry paid gun men
great grandfathers,
unwilling to train Younger Leaders.
Untrained themselves in morals & reputation,
Liars,
Tired & fickle in frame,
feeble. opaque, lacking imagination,
These exalted clowns,
drawn from rickety defeated military,
All but a weak one from the creek.
Gangsters,
Elevated as Presidents,
or Governors and Leaders,
We are Trapped,
fooled by cynosure of degenerate,
immoral men, destinies robbers,
watching the drowning of a once rich Giant.
confined felon,
demented through age
rogues as Presidents, Senators, Governors,
Protected by corrupt Police
and a demystified compromised Army,
Oppressive DSS, Abusive servants of the masses,
robbing the future of unborn kids,
denying all in the midst of Plenty,
shaming us all.
We have no Leaders Yet.
None since 1960.
Profligate band of men,
overtaken by fraud & moral turpitude,
A merry-go-round by failures,
sixty Plus years after Muzungu,
Illiterates still in charge of our destinies,
Despised in Ghana
scorned in Zambia
Overtaken by Ethiopians
locked out by Botswana
Denied by Rwanda
disgraced in Libya
Mocked in South Africa
Bared in sane countries
where corruption is an indelible blot,
incarcerating the guilty away from sane men.
These crooked Old recycled Failures,
Destroyed, ruined and damaged destroying still.
unwilling to retire in their dishonour,
Killing, abusing and incarcerating Young men who dares tyranny.
A former Giant,
Now a Crawling Giant of Africa,
Beggarly borrowing amidst plenty.
Over two hundred million divided mass,
waiting for “godot” .
procrastinating liberty for fear and docility
A country of Countries Ruined by Military men
masquerading as democrats through tyranny
A Cancer in Africa.
Weep not Africa
Cradle of civilization
I created you on a Monday morning
You are no less my first born
Than other races
Though other nations might scorn and despise you
You are the heir to my throne
Have you ever stopped to look inward?
How long will you continue to ignore
The beauty that lies within?
I have planted nature in you
Your greenness no man can take away
I have bestowed you with endless sunshine
I have made your land more fertile than any other
I have endowed you with some of the world's
Greatest mineral resources
Who planted the gold and diamond in South Africa?
What about the oil in Nigeria and Algeria?
What about the cocoa in Ghana?
And the rich coffee in the East?
Weep not Africa
Unity and selfless service are what exalts a nation
Look how much was pillaged from you
Where did they not plunder?
But I have replenished you
Africa! Yours is a well that never runs dry!
MOTHER GHANA
I was told about your retrospect, after that scene, I burst into tears. I learned they came to genuflect like angels and took away your possessions. They dehumanized your progeny like animals. They dragged them as if they wanted to tear. Your progeny toiled just for us to cheer. They (the visitors) hypocritically played the drum expecting your progeny to dance. Your progeny suffered for my emancipation especially when the visitors wanted their nod consolidated. Your bold progeny tried come hell or high water to get it emasculated, but the more they tried, the more it got devastated. They fed your progeny and told them to regurgitate. They forced them with the rod anytime they tried to hesitate. They (the visitors) searched the brave among your progeny and escorted them to the grave. Wherever the deceased are, I pray the creator keeps their souls. You suffered but the battle ended. We thank those who toiled their blood and passed through all holes. We live confidently because of their fight. I couldn't stand the sight when I watched pictographic scenes of the battle. We were discarded but have been found. Today is your day for you were freed this day. Although I am happy, I am sad and I hope you know why. You were freed long ago but as if we have reached an impasse, we can't go. Anytime I think about it, I have no option than to sigh. Your present progeny need to wake up and work relentlessly, for your name should climb higher than I can see. You deserve the world's priority for you suffered immensely. It is unequivocal that your womb is blessed. We see bloody things in your neighbor's houses but we live happily on your compound. Awake present progeny and make your mother proud. You have tried but looking at your mother's grief, it is very minimal............HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL GHANIANS
Quaker reformed as a Diamond of Chicago
Don Juan Uncle of The teal shadow
Knighted by eagles wings I bow low to the Lord of Hosts
Ancient of days you anointed my head poured out visions into my dreams
Wavy mint tea with splinters of chocolate
Softly I praise getting louder more bold to declare My King of Kings the Lord of Lord
A seed so small it became a giant tree in my heart
Soaking in the crimson blood of Jesus soaring my trust in Your Love
My God is my best friend he saved my heart so much
Kami I pray you give your heart to the Lord Jesus
Love lights up my eyes
Lord Jesus you filled me with such peace
Emerald and Purple skies throne of God high above
Jesus lives in my heart I pray for Kamca she turns to you Jesus
Only she can trust in you Lord all I can do is be myself and pray to you Lord Jesus
Opium of the masses he called it more like an easy yoke
We need only trust in Jesus he has done it all for us
I bow low to you Jesus my best friend
My trust in you is complete I can not make others believe and trust
My only wish is more will trust in You Jesus
Please Keep them all in your hand Lord Jesus
Thank you Nigeria, Thank you Gambia and Ghana
Thank you Israel, Gaza, Syria, Lebonon,Iran,Iraq, Thank you Countries and people of the world for teaching me to always surrender to Jesus always
Hey! Yeah, you. You big weirdo! Where do you think you're about to go?
Don't you know yo' mama and daddy barely finished 10th grade? Now here you are talking about college and "grad" school like you got it made.
It will never work, you silly fool. Foolish talk about college and "grad" school.
(Chuckle) Crazy self, talking about owning your own company. Weirdo, please! You broke! Don't you know you're gonna need some money?
And why do you always read books and try to use big words? Like you're better than somebody, ain't you got the nerve?
Look at you. Tryin' to look all prim and proper, like you're gonna get out and prosper.
Who are you to be talking about traveling and seeing the world? You know good and well, ain't nobody on this block ever been past Normandy and Pearl.
(Chuckle) Sittin' around like a little child daydreamin' every day, just wastin' time like it's another holiday.
- Pause -
Hey, you! Yeah, you. Remember when you called me a weirdo? Well, that's fine. You can call me whatever you like, but there's something I need to let you know.
This weirdo has a master's and just started his own company. Humility is king, so I'm not bragging, but I'm making pretty good money.
And oh! By the way, I thought you should know that I'm still reading books, traveling, and seeing the world. Beautiful places like Ghana, the Maldives, Paris, and Taiwan, far away from Normandy and Pearl.
‘Sankofa’ In 'Safranbolu'
This bird from Ghana’s legends flies forward looking backward
In the Twi language twinned with indigenous souls and wisdom
the feathered friend suggests to go back and get it and I suppose
some fly backwards while looking ahead but then life is not only
Chronos but 'Kairos' with the meter entwined and composed
At this precise moment not alone in this moving instant it waves
and oscillates conjoining what was and will be when the present
is the past in a flash and one cannot step into the same river again
yet the future is shaped by the past the here and now a 'Kairometer'
transcending artefacts and boundaries into ‘truths’ and reality
The bird flies and time flows back and beyond near and far
further on wings and pinions with roots at heart
In ‘Safranbolu’ the ancient Ottoman town on the Black Sea Coast
and thus close to Ghana in real time place and connection
the old man had been tending the clock in the tower both man and
the turret free standing and wise still present and one
‘Seventy years’ as he explained pendulum hands and the wheels
What memories pride mechanics precision preserved aspiration and
dignity flying into the face of the clock and the distortions of time
Mustafa had climbed those steps so often had rung the bell
oiled the time keeper had not forgotten a day of his duties
had become one with the time piece and stood still many times
in awe of monument and pacing the sleepy old town yet
he flew forward so peacefully looking back in retrospect and respect
He has watched birds history duration impermanence imprinting the
meaning of a life worthy of living in honour of what is the present
20th November in all past and future revisited
A dance like no other
Ghana had declared independence from the tyranny of British rule, and much was at stake.
As the building of a dam project, gold and diamonds.
The Russians had been trying to use the situation to their advantage; something had to be done.
The English queen flew to Ghana and met the new president.
In the evening, he asked her up to dance, and they were a perfect match.
In his strong muscular body, she melted and became
A warm, willing woman.
A waltz of gods.
When coming back to Britain, her husband, prince Philip got a surprise
and nine-month later, a new prince called Andrew was born.
Alas, he was a spoilt prince but was protected by his mother
she had her memories.
Andrew is now a neglected prince who, middle-aged and fat,
roams the castle but is for now protected.
It was a pity the fire in her loins could only produce an utter failure.
Ebola
Formerly known as Ebola hemorrhagic fever
First appeared in Nineteen sixty six
Found in Sudan's Nzara
Concomitantly, Congo's Ebola River
There wasn't any quick fix
From nowhere It has visited the world again
Leaving the world see everything in train
Scaring my wonderful West Africa
As it drains countries like Nigeria,
Guinea, Sierra leone and Liberia
Ebola Ebola
Everybody is talking about Ebola
Taking the waves world wide especially Africa
The most feared and number one killer
Tension heats up as It may come any hour
Every country tries protecting her border
Including my own motherland Ghana
Then just behind our flesh, came that old cholera
Revive and showing great power
Cooking people like short-grained brown rice
Sweeping them like dead flies
The causes are known Unequivocally
But solutions come verbally
The campaign then changes
Opening new pages
'Fighting Cholera' ' Preventing Ebola'
hmm Mother Ghana
I am pessimistic about the future
Ebola Ebola
Are we ready?
On the west coast of Africa
Stood a relics of ancient civilization
A golden shore, a light at the end of the tunnel
A pillar upon which the freedom of Africa is built.
Blessed with so diverse a culture
Yet unified with a strong structure
The Banku, the Kankay, Fufu
The Adinkra, the Kante, the Ankara.
The Koloko lite, the Adowa, the Azonto
Beats together the drums of unity and pride.
But Ghana is morethan a land of culture
It's a home to great minds and captivating hearts.
Ghana is indeed an enduring power of culture to unite.
A beacon of hope, home of light.
As the sun sets on the shores of the cape coast
It casts shadows of resilience and hope.