11/24/2012

The Rainstorm


Mighty winds of ancient origin
Sweep-on clean-up
Cover us with your power
Shake the leafs and leave our roofs
Bring us the rains and kiss the clouds
Walk-up to our doors
And water our toils

Pour the clean breeze on
Our shores and defuse the dust
Melt our hard stands
And reconcile us with peace
Dance away the raging lightning fears
And bless us with enduring hope, courage

O! Come Mighty rainstorms
Come refresh our tired resolves
Invite the peaceful rains
To compensate our sorry toils
And deepen our smiles.

Kwesi Yirenkyi Boateng
22nd June 2010
Kalpohin SHS- Tamale

Dedicated to the people of the North in their search for lasting peace: this was during the Inter-Schools Cultural competition for Zone-2 hosted by the Kalpohin Senior High School at Tamale


A Rising Sun




As the clock ticks
I will walk

As the seconds motion
I will journey day and night

As time moves
I will move-on

As the waves prevail
I will prevail through the stormy tides

As the sun shines with its might
I will persevere and shine

As the old clock ticks-on
I shall breathe hope and inspiration

As the day ages
May God push this soul
Through the challenging tides of frailties

Walk with me Great Spirit of ages
For am weak

O! God keep me moving till
Eternity, Amen

By Kwesi Yirenkyi Boateng
Sunday 12th Sept. 2010 @
Mamprobi Martyrs of Uganda,
Accra, during the re-dedication of the Church








11/23/2012

My Confessions


Some reasons defeat moral virtues
At the crossroad of my heart
Mama must hear this,
Papa must hear it too
It is a desecration of thoughts
An aberration of wisdom
Oh why?

The man can’t hear this
The Church must die to my confession
It is a holy crime
Murder of sanity
But a hope to love

The guilty must die to doctrines
That can’t escape penitential experience
May the trouble heart purge
The eavesdrops of gossips
The scenes of sinful sights
The evil wishful desires of vanity
While I keep a laud eternal silence

Kwesi Yirenkyi Boateng
18th June 2009
British Council-Accra



“My Office is Prayer, a dream come true"



 Says newly Consecrated Virgin

By Kwesi Yirenkyi Boateng

Martin Luther King Jnr. once noted that “To be a Christian without prayer is no more possible than to be alive without breathing.” Indeed, for many Christians, prayer may seem a usual practice, but for the newly Consecrated Virgin (CV) for the Accra Archdiocese, Sr. Agatha Veronica Nah-Karley Thompson, prayer is her Office.

This means that her foremost duty as a Consecrated Virgin, who shares a spousal relationship with Christ, nourished by attentiveness to prayer, is to constantly pray for and with the Church at all times.

The insignia of her consecration are a Veil, a Ring, and the Book of the Liturgy of the Hours.

These were presented to Sr. Veronica during the solemn liturgical celebration by the Most Rev. Charles Palmer-Buckle, Metropolitan Archbishop of Accra, at the Holy Spirit Cathedral on September 8, 2010, the   feast of the nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

It is the solemn consecration that sets her apart as Sponsa Christi (Spouse of Christ), a Consecrated Virgin in union with the Church, for the rest of her life.

Srs. Genevieve, H.D.R. and Maria Josefa Petilla, (a Consecrated Virgin) were Sr. Veronica’s attendants at the Mass.

The Mass was concelebrated with Very Rev. Frs. Francis Adoboli, and Andrew Campbell, S.V.D., Vicar General of the Accra Archdiocese and Episcopal Vicar for the Religious respectively, as well as a 18 other Priests.
    
The Consecration thus bestows on her the onus to work in collaborative ministries, as an Extraordinary Minister of the Eucharist, Spiritual Director, organise prayer meetings, preside over Sunday Liturgies in areas without a Priest, Teach and work in any place designated by the Church, where her training and qualification fits in.

Sr. Veronica in an interview with The Catholic Standard Reporter Kwesi Yirenkyi Boateng, expressed great joy and fulfilment in being a Consecrated Virgin, in service of the Lord.
  
The Order of Virgins (ORDO VIRGINUM), according to Canon 604.1, is an ancient form of consecrated life in the Church. “Through their pledge to follow Christ more closely, virgins are consecrated to God, mystically espoused to Christ and dedicated to the service of the Church, when the Diocesan Bishop consecrates them according to the approved liturgical rite.” 

Pope Benedict XVI teaches that “The Order of Virgins represents a particular form of consecrated life which has ancient roots that go back to the beginning of evangelical life when, in an unprecedented novelty, the hearts of certain women began to open to a desire to give one’s entire being to God, which had its first extraordinary fulfilment in the Virgin of Nazareth and her ‘Yes’”.

In the rite of consecration, the virgin embraces the evangelical counsels of chastity, poverty and obedience.  The Order of Virgins is an individual state of life lived in prayer and in service for and of the Church.

Among some early Consecrated Christian virgins were Ss. Agnes, Agatha, Lucy and Cecilia. The rite of consecration existed well before various Institutes of Religious Life and their related ceremonies of Profession of Vows.

Around the 6th Century, the Rite of Consecration for women living in the world was discontinued, but continued to be retained for Cloistered Nuns in Monasteries. The Rite is distinct from the Profession of Vows.

The Fathers   of Vatican Council II, overwhelmingly, voted to restore the Rite for women living in the world; thus paving way for its promulgation on May 31, 1970.

The life of a Consecrated Virgin is a witness to Christ, which, Pope John Paul II, in his 1996 Apostolic Exhortation, Vita Consecrata, described as “They constituting a special eschatological image of the heavenly bride and of the life to come when the Church will at last fully live her love for Christ, the bridegroom.”

Consecrated virginity, which is irrevocable, is a distinct form of Evangelical life in the Church; it is a vocation totally and completely on its own. While it is related to other forms of consecrated life, it is not identical to any of them; nor is it a stepping stone to these other forms of consecrated life. It is an individual state of life with its own particular character.

Referring to consecrated virgins, Pope John Paul II, who recognised the laity (married and dedicated single), the ordained, and the consecrated life in the Church, noted that it is a “source of joy to witness the new flowering of the ancient order of virgins, known ever since apostolic times.”

Presently, there are only two known CV’s in the country and both of them affirm bright prospects for the Order of Consecrated Virgins in Ghana.

Consecration is performed after the potential Candidate declares her intention to live as a consecrated virgin to the Diocesan Bishop. She then undergoes a period of preparation determined by the Bishop, and is usually guided during the preparatory period by the Episcopal Vicar for the Religious, in the Diocese and a Spiritual Director, either appointed by the Bishop or chosen by the Candidate.

After first professing her propositum to Archbishop Palmer-Buckle some two years ago, Sr. Veronica said Very Rev. Fr. Andrew Campbell, S.V.D., the Episcopal Vicar for the Religious in the Accra Archdiocese was very instrumental in her Spiritual preparation.

Born on 4th September, 1951, to Mr. Charles Q. Thompson, (the first Ghanaian Photo-Journalist to work at the Ministry of Information) and Mrs. Edna Abigail Thompson (A House Wife and an Entrepreneur), both deceased, Sr. Veronica is the fifth of nine Children.

Growing up in a family with a strong Christian (some being Catholics and Anglicans) background, and with a disciplined Mother, Sr. Veronica learned the Christian Values from her home.

Although she did not seem interested to enter the convent, even after many people had suggested that she should, she says “for whatever reason, I had a strong feeling that there is more to life than there seems to be, it is only that I did not feel called to live in a convent, even though I always had a strong urge and desire to getting a firm direction for an inner spiritual growth.  I knew I needed to be rooted.”

Sr. Veronica who is a Parishioner at the St. Thomas More Parish, Achimota, is a member of the Amalgamated group at the Parish.

Her hobbies include listening to good classical and sacred music, reading good books, and singing (before she lost her voice). She is a fine artist, who expresses her art through several mediums including gardening.

She is currently pursuing a Masters Programme in Pastoral Studies with the Catholic Theological Union (CTU) in Chicago, USA, and holds a Professional Graduate Certificate in Spiritual Formation from CTU and a Pontifical Certificate in Theology and Spirituality from the Milltown Institute of Theology and Philosophy, Dublin, Ireland.
  
Most of her friends who described her as being religious, confirmed her selfless role in the Parish and her willingness to help people in need.

She urges young virgins who want to serve the Lord closely to aspire to enter the Order of Consecrated Virgins.  

This article appeared in the October 30, 2010, Edition of The Catholic Standard Weekly Newspaper

An expedition of a difference


It was naturally refreshing and very entertaining, yet the experience was worth it sort. I could not imagine the excitement written on the faces of many adventures who were on the hiking trip.
I arrived at Vane via Ho in the Volta Region of Ghana at half past ten o’clock GMT on Sunday 23rd October, 2011 from Accra and walked the entire narrow bumpy 1.5 km to Dzogbefeme-Avatime, where the group camped from Saturday 22nd or was it 23rd October. I joined the group on Sunday because of a boys- boys party I couldn’t afford to miss in Accra.
Dzogbefeme-Avatime is a hidden hilly town off the Vane-Amedzofe road.  With over 700 people, the town is one of the seven towns of the Avatime traditional area. It has nice sceneries of ecotourism sites that when fully developed, could generate additional income for the area and the country at large.
The people, who speak the Sideme language, also speak Ewe as a second language.
I got the direction to the hilly town through Dziedzom Kweku Segbefia, Leader of the Expedition, who I constantly communicated on my cell phone.
Mr. Kusi Appiah and Kojo Flweezy met me in the town, after walking a distance of about 700 meters through the town. I was nearer the foot of a steep medium-size  hilly plane, where the rest of the group were based.
I climbed slowly over the steep rocky path, just following them at a respectful distance. We got to the top and oh! The sun as if with a renewed passion shone brightly above, and the skin under my clothes bleed professing of sweats.  
Pre-hiking training
After we got to the top, I immediately joined in the pre-hiking group training. That was after I exchanged pleasantry with Dziedzom my Course Mate at GIJ. I was posted to the Fox-trot group with Stella Sarpong, another college at GIJ as the Group Leader. There were other groups like Gulf and Echo.
The vigorous training, which included physical, emotional and mental alertness exercises continued into the hot afternoon, but with the focus of the impending hiking in sight, no one seemed perturbed or fatigued.     
 
Audience with the Okusie
Just after training, the entire group climbed down the plane to pay  a courtesy call on the Chief of Dzogbefeme-Avatime, Okusie Adza Bansa Dzapraka X, and the elders of the town at his palace.
They offered warm reception and received the group with an air of brotherliness that made the group members felt much at home.
During the interaction the group sort to learn about the people and the challenges the town was facing. Lack of portable water and toilet facilities, leaking classrooms and classroom blocks, ICT and library and workshop, were among the challenges the Chiefs and elders mentioned in our short interaction.
The Okusie intimated that the village abounded in many ecotourism sites that when developed could help generate a lot of revenue for the District and the Country at large. 
To cement the ties of friendship between the group and the town, the Chief offered soft drinks and bananas, while Mr. Dziedzom Kweku Segbefia, the Expedition Leader, on behalf of the Adventurers handed a certificate with the company’s insignia on it to the Chief.
The group posed with the Chief and elders of the town before leaving the premises. 
The Swimming Expedition
Men o! Men or is it boys or boys! I remember the group, no I mean the men enjoyed themselves at a pond located adjacent the football field of the town, which the boys turn into a swimming pool. And the ladies were spell-bound as they looked on helplessly, wishing they could just do what the boys or men were doing…
After having had enough of the bath, they (boys) went for a good bath up streams, all along with the ladies restlessly looking on.
The Goat Party
It was long in coming, but at last it came. The operators arrived with the boiled carcass of the stubborn beast at around 21:00 hours there about. I was half asleep and so were many of the hikers on the little mountain overlooking the town.  But forcefully awoke when news of the much awaited goat meat got to the hill.
The sleep vanished from my face. And o! what a feast it was. The goat party, the stinking palm wine, and the big party cheers attracted many participants who spoiled their sleep to taste and enjoyed the boiled meat.

The Night up the Hill
There night was calm and chilly. And those who slept outside in the open air had a real taste of the cool fogy night with a free windy breeze blowing over the horizon. 
Then came the snoring bit. Those who couldn’t enjoy the comfort of the two tents dared not snored, as they tried cuddling the blankets and the wet grasses around themselves deep into the night.
The tempo of the snoring rose and drifted away in the night air. And although the windy breeze was readily eating-up the noise from the hikers, the noise intermittently disturbed the ears of those camping outside in the open air.
The feeling was good, at least it was a taste of a different sleeping space. At day break, accusing fingers were pointed to those who snored most, but everybody denied snoring. The search for the culprits, still continuous, maybe an award code named Mountain Top Snoring Awards, like someone was suggesting could have been given to the one who snored most…     
The Hiking Day
The hikers woke with the rising sunlight, buckled their climbing boots, fixed their hiking gears and climbed down from their base in an unintended queue. Walking through the town amidst blowing the two vuvuzela’s we carried waved and bade the town folk’s bye, as we moved through the town to start the hiking journey. We walked along the paths through large stretches of farms lands, light and thick forests, over rough terrains and wet grounds, overlooking deep bushy ravine.
They crossed rivers with their boots and not boats. Some daring ones did jump over small streams and maneuvered through slippery grounds as they steadily climbed the treacherous Afadzato Mountains.
The hiking was more of a challenge of life as worthy lessons came to bear. We were stretched to the limits of their capabilities but the ultimate goal of finishing with the constant support of fellow hikers kept the caravan in shape and in steady motion.
Indeed, the previous day’s vigorous training really paid as it prepared the minds of the hikers for the journey.
There were few rest stops on the way but it certainly did not help reduce the sweating and zest of the hikers to reach the top.
Gradually, as the air grew lighter up on the mountain, the feet of hikers grew heavier and bit by bit we were there. Amedzofe… was in views.
O! yesssssss! At last we are here; one Adventurer exclaimed when she stepped on Amedzofe’s soils.  But then the Mount Gemi, which one hiker corrupted to “Gbemi”, was much clearer and nearer in sight.
There was another obstacle at Amedzofe, as the Guard at the Local Eco-Tourism Office proved difficult, but thanks to God there was smooth passage after a peaceful negotiation which lasted for over 30 or so minutes.
As the negotiation with the Tourist Guard went on, the hikers enjoyed some local brewed  beer in nicely washed calabashes, while others ate 'waakye' as well as some food stuff.
The walk to Mount Gemi was quite cool, not like the previous one. But hmmm! It was an interesting view of nature. Nature is beautiful. But for the fog covering the plains and valleys, hikers would have had a clearer view of the Volta Lake, that was about 2,000 meters away and the other interesting sceneries of fauna and flora.
But for the unfriendly insects which harassed us at the apex of the mountain where an imposing metallic cross stood, we would have bathed a little longer in the spackling sun rays that shined with a renewed vigour of intensity, after the pregnant moist clouds gaze breathed some freshness on our heads. The group couldn’t pop the Champaign as planed… but it was an interesting adventure.
Nevertheless we had the filled of our eyes up there. 
It was an exciting expedition and we couldn’t have asked for more…
Ayeekoo to the organisers!            

 By Kwesi Yirenkyi Boateng

An Honourable Truce

In the truce of a Tuesday, are tests of our testaments. But as we trace the interests in our tents while talking our tastes, we...