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Monthly Archives: June 2013
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!
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)
You within
beautiful for all to read…and take within!
Giving Thanks
this is a beautiful post of a mother to her son…so beautiful…many will be blessed with these words…
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
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
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
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
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waterfall love
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

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