A decade’s salutation

A decade ago

Yes! a decade ago

We wrote and made history

We lived in our world

Trying to find our feet

Trapping to tame our talents and dance our fears

Yes! It’s a decade ago

A lot happened within this space

Some with status change and more responsibility

Some have kissed the skies and heavens

All within the past decade

As we count our lots and thank the most high

As we reminiscent fond thoughts and salute the torchbearers

May we never forget the happy sad memories

Which we pray should galvanize us to experience more prosperity

For the past decade your products have lived

Your products shall not fail but sing your praise.

-KYB signs

May 5, 2014

@ Gbawe Bulemin, Accra 

The Mother’s praise

Sometime ago

The wind passed this way

Dropping its gifts on our hair

Sometime ago

There mere sight of ashes

Evoked sweet vivid memories

Sometime ago

The playful smiles of kids

Infects our affective thoughts

Of the happy yesteryear

Sometime ago

The amiable warmth of our mothers

Rekindle the hope of comfort

In contorted circumstance

Today, we are obliged

By that caring warmth to revisit

The very memory bed of yesterday

To revive the warmth

To tender the ages

And to salute their toils

A few of them live today

But we cannot forget them all

We cannot forget them for being who they were

We can only celebrate them

In our modest way

Thank you Mother

For always caring for me

For all your prayers and support

For nursing and believing in me

Thank you for everything

For I appreciate you and all your deeds

It’s me your son

Akosuakosi saying Morja enu ooo  

Thank you.

-KYB signs

May 5, 2014

@ Gbawe Bulemin, 

Verses of Hope

  

That we have long befriended truth doesn't mean we are infallible and cannot err. This is because we are also human. However, we shall never cease singing the sane verses of truthful conviction as long as we breathe.

Even though you may not like our approach we won't stop. We cannot stop even if it will cost us deprivation of material comfort, the embarrassment of being disgraced and passed over in a reward that is well merited or something worse.

Tell them we are never perturb by their frantic efforts to tilt the dusty wind towards this progressive sail. Ignoring the saintly truth is equal to neglecting the promptings of your conscience and a fatal brutality of crucifying the socialized virtues at the bay of your soul.

We cannot blame your actions and reactions, even as you clench to your pride and egoistic stance to disbelieve and discredit the truth with your elusive assertiveness. We cannot stop you from making those mockery friendly overtures that you have mastered over the tides. But we cannot all die in your hoary traps laid by devious sycophants.

Guided by truth we live hiking in the sunshine of eternal wisdom, which kindles the renaissance flame in our bosom.         

Its only time that can certify the truth and our worth as a people longing for a heartily dialogue with our past, present, future.

Till they sacrifice their greed, betray the betrayers and divorce this comfortable winds of deceit and make our own greater.

Till we rise with our feet to walk the talk

Till we embrace the altruistic faith of truth

Till we join forces to elevate our hopes

Till Afrika rises from the ashes of Asmara

This resolve to sing the truth

Must guide our face and fate.

-KYB (27/05/14)

Gbawe-Bulemin

kyboat11@gmail.com

        

Names of names

Names of names rings in names

Names of names whistles names

Names of names voices names

You own one, I own one

Everybody owns one

It is the identity in ownership that matters

It has a connectivity with its owner

It is your recognition that counts

It is the pride in it that feels good

Whatever the name tag

There is reality in it

However the name sings

The good name stands

The goodwill in name lives  

There is a burden on the bearer

It resonates responsibility on the carrier

Names evokes sad, happy memories

Names recounts good, bad omen

Names whispers hope, despair

Names brings persons, places to mind

Names extract tears from the eyes

Names arouse a sense of belonging

Names breeds unity, disunity

A name symbolizes acceptance

A name expresses gratitude

A name describes attitude

A name extends divinity

A name creates continuity

A name instigates reliability

A name articulates success

A name sings our praise

A name is all I have

There is courage in a name

There is faith in a name

There is power in a name

There is reputation in a name

There is greatness in a name

There is mischief in a name

There is virtue in a name

There is fullness in a name

What is your name?

They asked?

And what is its meaning?

They want to know?

They are names you know

They are names that you don’t know

They are names you hate to love

They are just names of names

    KYB signs

17/1/14

@ Gbawe-Bulemin, Accra 

   

     

Flogging the Saints

They spend days spewing words

Recalling words wove in silence

Contesting their basis and testing their truth

Some affirm the potency of actions

While others discount their veracity

They spoke with effortless effrontery

And a comfortable zeal

Challenging the very memory bed

Speeches fraught with incisive noisy interjections

Sometimes to confuse and discredit truth

They go back and forth

Drilling facts, overviews and counter-views

Seeking the falsehood in the truth

Served in precious hours

Precious hours on count

Flogging the saintly truth of time

The litigants flog and over floor

The good in their words of claims

And denials

Just to prove themselves

Before mortal arbiters

While the immortal King

Admires these lively theatres

 

    KYB signs

17/1/14

@ Gbawe-Bulemin, Accra 

   

The Friendly Octopus

Many doors of discomfort

Many doors of infighting

Many doors of struggling

The liberation banner is on

The battle is on.

But the friendly octopus

Tightens its grips

With firm tentacles

On the dusty treasures

It suffocates its prey

The helpless prey is whimpering

 Falling and yet worshiping this deadly traps

Yet the octopus like a spider

Spins intricate webs for this weak poor prey.

With infested wounds the prey

Yells for uncomfortable partnership

From this friendly octopus of yesteryear

Hmmm! This prey must rethink of rebirth

It must rejuvenate and revive the liberation breeze

For a happy destiny.

The prey must betray its betrayers

And renew its eternal baptism

For its eminent salvation.

KYB signs

17/1/14

@ Gbawe Bulemin, Accra