Thalassemia: Shadow of Death

Karzan writes this authentic story…a story of a family he knew and loved…he writes with beautiful sensitivity…he writes with his heart!

Review – Kofi Akpabli’s TICKLING THE GHANAIAN – Encounters with Contemporary Culture

Celestine, I am re-blogging your review on my WordPress site. You are so interesting to read!

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I just love this book.  Kofi Akpabli’s Tickling the Ghanaian, Encounters with Contemporary Culture is a collection of well researched, realistic everyday  situations of the Ghanaian experience.  The book has crystallised my desperate attempt to remain Ghanaian, at all costs. The book also gives a deep insight into what makes us stand out as a nation among nations, that unique cultural label that tags the Ghanaian wherever he goes.

In How Cloth Tickles the Ghanaian, the importance of the  cloth for the Ghanaian has been elaborated in a way that anyone can identify with.  In his narrative, Kofi Akpabli tells the reader of much historical facts associated with the Ghanaian cloth. He also outlines  what the cloth means to various ethnic groups in Ghana. I never knew, until reading this book, the importance of the cloth for the Ewe male and the romantic attachment to the cloth perceived by…

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Mothers of Fukushima Trailer (ATOMS FOR PEACE KILL JUST LIKE ATOMS FOR WAR ALWAYS DID ALWAYS WILL!)

My God….we are killing each other…we are killing humanity…this mother’s tears are my tears…and they should be the tears of all of us…

Pour toi mon ami, For you my friend

Ajoutez votre grain de sel personnel… (facultatif)

Giving Thanks

this is a beautiful post of a mother to her son…so beautiful…many will be blessed with these words…

Wildflower Women's avatarWildflower Women

It is Father’s Day once again, and in homage to my own father whom I had the good fortune to recently visit with my 21-year-old son in tow, I want to take this time to write something about this ‘holiday’ which may in fact be more Hallmark than anything.  Nevertheless, it is a  recognized holiday and one that is difficult for many children who do not have a father to honor.  I wrote something last year, and my heart is again being called to honor my son who does not have a father.

Son, you are so brave and strong and I admire you for those qualities.  While you can be tough on those around you, you are always seeking balance and easily see the middle way.  Your ability to apologize for your missteps is beyond a gift and my hope is that you recognize how truly exceptional you are…

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my apology to you, Darling

Rose

Rose (Photo credit: LeahLikesLemon)

One rose whispered to the other in the night,

“What you said, was so not right!

How could you doubt her love for you

She has stayed with you, tossing seaweed, the ocean blue!

Listening to your sad laments, your tale of woes!

Making you laugh, encouraging you to wiggle your toes!

And you, what did you do?

What did you do?

Felt so sorry for yourself and hid in your brain…

Not willing to let go and live again!

You would not budge…

You sat in your grief like the lake bottom sludge!

She offered her lightness to you this day

Encouraging you to sing and be gay!

But no…you held on so tight

Not letting love in your sight.

Admit you were wrong…

let joy be your song!

Insult her not for she is gentle as a dove

Insult her not, she gave you all from her love

She loved you asking nothing in return

All you did was allow your anger to churn.

Say you are sorry, you stubborn fool!”

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“Alright, I am sorry for insulting you!

I am crying through the night

Recognizing my awful plight

You came to me and offered your best

Please, give my anguish soul a rest.

Accept my apology to you

For you only wanted me to see the good in me too.”

wounded heart…for dear Sweetheart…you know who you are

Voobie - Moon n Venus played hide-and-seek (by-sa)

Voobie – Moon n Venus played hide-and-seek (by-sa) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There is a life-force within your soul,
seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body
Seek that mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of that
Don’t look outside …
Look inside yourself and seek that.   -RUMI
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the evening star ponders deeply the day

as the silhouette of the trees’ arms reaches into the night

for somewhere…deep inside…you are still searching for your sight

for it is love that you long as you walk away

why is that path so elusive

why is there such unrest in your soul

why do you find yourself in a sinkhole

are you waiting for a secret missive?

many have come before you

to show you the way

you fight the truth everyday

there is no need to be blue

when will you allow the life force to win

be open –give up the negativity

be compassionate, sweetheart–seek relativity

accept the good of who you are–let the love star spin

evening star  venus  one star s starlight star star   morning star evening star

sensitivity

deep within the center of our being

thoughts and emotions lie unseen

billions of atoms floating about

sometimes they cannot help but shout

so out comes the smile

it lasts for a while

sometime the tears

dismaying those near

people do not like you to show your truth

they would rather live above and aloof

you get in where it bleeds

you allow your emotions freed

this is uncomfortable for most

they would rather cheer and give  a toast

they call you “sensitive” like it was a crime

to be so human and not a mime

amazing how often it is said with disdain

like i am suppose to change and hide in the rain

it hurts when they say it in such a demeaning way

but you are who you are, and will not sway

perhaps your truth is too much to bear

you do not be it to show or scare

it is who you  are for all its wear

it is sad to  be so misunderstood

it is lonely and difficult under the hood

but you made a choice long ago

no longer would you hide your glow

be it happy, smiling, angry or sad

it is who you are…just be glad

you have passion for the truth

not the mediocre stifled booth

waterfall love

English: Rock waterfall in the north fork of t...

English: Rock waterfall in the north fork of the Virgin River near Zion National Park’s Temple of Sinawava. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

catching your tears and carrying them in my heart darling

cascading emotions tumble over the rocks

narrowing into the crevices of the feelings

water crystal friends

sing…dance with joy…

love with exhilaration

flowing through …together on the journey

but never settling down