I WANT TO LOVE YOU

This is a poem i wrote just to show the level of love i want to give... Just hope you'd enjoy it and please don't read too much meaning into it... This is poetry, there might be a whole lot of truth and lies in there so read wisely ... hahahahahahaha

 

..I WANT TO LOVE YOU..

I want to Love you
And commit my whole life to you

I want to love you in a way that would make hate jealous
And let the whole world see you as a love goddess

I want to be that itch in your jaws that would trigger smiles from within
And be close to you, so close that people will think we are twins

I want to love you unconditionally, yes, with or without beauty
And for you, go for a six pack instead of the pot belly

I want to love you and you only
And hold you close to me so dearly

I want 2 love you so sincerely and make and make your beauty the shades that would protect my eyes 4rm directly seeing the Ultra Violent stares from fornicative ladies.

For How Long

This day, 21st September would be marked on the calendars of many African as one of the worst days in our History.. The Westgate Mall Massacre in Kenya.. Even though it happened just in Kenya, the whole of Africa and the World at large seems to be suffering the effect of this incident.. Unfortunately for we Ghanaian , our joy turned sorrow, on this day, we celebrate the birthday of Dr. Kwame Nkrumah and unfortunately mourn the departure of another great and illustrious son of the Land Professor Kofi Awoonor who was a victim of the shooting at the Mall in Kenya..  The little I could do was to put together this poem, Hope the message would be sent across ....

FOR HOW LONG

For how long would we live
And how soon would we leave
A question Africa seeks answers to
An answer America is yet to give
And puzzle still being solved by Asia
We have seen it all
From Cars
To Planes
Even Trains
And now Grenades in our Malls
Hiroshima
World Trade Centre
And now Westgate
The fears of our future prostrate to us now

The End

I personally think we are all faced with various experience as we grow, and one such experience that is likely to be linked with all of us is the feeling we have when we meet people we truly love but are never able to express this sincere feeling to.

I am no exception when it come to this and I don't think any of us can stand out on this.. Personally, the reason I never attempt to express this feeling is the fear of being rejected and it's same with many others, Yes, both guys and girls. Currently, I have grown of that and I'm able to express this feeling even if it would cost my friendship with the one to whom the feeling is extended to..

Photos From The Chale Wote Street Festival, 2013

These are all shots I took from Day 2 of the #ChaleWote Street Festival 2013.. All the shots you're seeing came from my #NokiaLumia 800 , just trying to change the rules a bit..

I believe quality shot come from quality vision, the camera is just a tool and one thing i have grown to realize is that, You'd always end up getting very bad images, even with the wildest of cameras if you have a bad vision...

Enjoy and please leave a comment on how I can improve some of the shots you think aren't up to your standard.. Thank You..

In A Mans World

This is a poem I wrote after having a long conversation with my Mum... I believe we all got the greatest Mums in the world who have forgone a whole lot just to make us happy... My Mum is no exception .. She's been to hell and back just to make me smile.. Even though we had our bad times, we still lived like Mum and Son..

I am a young man now and wish she'd be 25 years younger than me,the fear of her growing old is now killing me cos she means the world to me and I keep saying this,  she wouldn't be traded even for Miss World.. Unfortunately for her, she was a single mother, Yes, she went through a whole lot to bring myself and my 2 kid siblings up.. She's hustled and has never stopped hustling..

I decided to put myself in her shoes when the inspiration came for me to write this poem, but I also realized there are other women who go through a whole lot in world also also known A Mans World and me doing just my mothers bit wouldn't be fair so I had to bring them on board.

 In this poems you'd find that Young Lady in Heels, The Corporate Lady, My Mother Who Sells in the Market and the University Girl who need to warm the bed of lecturers just to make her grades ....

I owe My Mum a Range Rover and to pave way for that, i had to write this piece... I just hope the message in here would be sent across ...

IN A MANS WORLD 

They say its a mans world 

Even when the women keep dominating with numbers 

And they still keep saying its a mans world 

Even when the men keep running away from their responsibilities 

They would never stop saying its a mans world 

Even when 5 out of ten men are sperm donors, nothing near fathers