This is Not a Poem

this is not a poem

and it isnt a beautifully written prose either

these my thoughts, raw and unedited

what we both wanted was a bit of fun, at least thats what i thought

no strings, no titles, no stress

now you're flooding my phone with texts messages and sad faces

telling me you want me for keeps, that you've found in me your soul mate

yeah we clicked and sparked-in all kind of ways, everytime we saw each other
but im not ready for anything like that you know

im happy how my life is, no loyalties to anyone but myself

so iv been doing a lot of thinking and reading through all your text messages
trying to read in between the lines, trying to figure out a way to make you back down

and iv come up with nothing, absolutely nothing!

it only got me thinking the more

maybe what you said in your text was right

you figured me out better than i have myself

iv got a weak heart just like you said

as much as my last break up and the sore events after taught me it takes more than love for two to work

it also left me with an ugly scare

yeah my heart is healed but its scared nonetheless

its been there and iv never even been aware of it till now

four times in the space of a year iv come to such a point and just bottled it

iv been too scared

scared of commitment

scare of taking that final step

scare of jumping off the edge

iv found my comfort zone on the edge, not wanting to jump

so like my instructor done to me on my first and last ever sky dive

i need someone to nudge me in the back

or i could just stay there and enjoy the view from the top

yeah maybe i should live my life by my friend's advice

"if you're not ready you're not ready"

Solemn Thoughts Of Someone Living The Moment

When life whizes past like a bullet
And your weekend starts with a rave
But ends with your head in a daze
In the midst of the bliss and madness
Remember to take a step back and ponder

When you find yourself thrown into the fray
And you cannot spare a moment to dream
And all your moves are ad-lib
In all the bedlam
Remember to take a step back and ponder


When your sleeping moment
Is the only time you get to yourself
And your nighttime sleep seems like a midday nap
And today seems like only a sequel to yesterday
Amid all this delirium
Remember to take a step back and ponder


When love, hate, joy and misery
All seem to feel like one and the same
And winter, spring, summer, autumn
All pass by anonymously as a hashed thought
In the thick of all the disarray
Remember to take a step back and ponder

Good News Is No News.Bad News Is Big News

Tourists are running for the airports or are hiding away in their hotel rooms, ordinary citizens with machetes are setting up roadblocks on almost every street corner, shops are getting looted,demonstrators are getting shot at! Those are the reports coming out of Egypt. The Western media has been looking at the situation with a wide grin right across it face. Its chaos, its bad news, but for them its primetime news.Like a shark smelling blood these journalists have pounced on their prey. They have wasted no time setting up thier cameras and microphone delivering their well rehearsed punch lines to the world whiles in the background a dead demonstrator is dragged across the street into some decent cover.

Its a shame everytime Africa hits the headlines its for all the wrong reasons. All these images of chaos I'm seeing and reading are certainly from Egypt, and there is no debating that. But is that all that is happening in Africa? Surely there must be something positive going on that is just as newsworthy as the turmoil in Egypt.

So I set out to prove myself right. And I did not go looking on any African based or African biased news media (if there is any) to prove my point. The task turned out to be far more easier than I imagined it would be. I started and finished my search on BBC News (http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world/africa/). Not surprisingly the leading news article on the web page on African news was about Egypt with accompanied
images of burnt out vehicles and the general images of commotion. Just below this was another story,however that was in smaller print. This article is titled "Niger election heads for run-off". So theres been a peaceful election in  Niger and its even gone off into a run-off and there has been no violence!! Why is this story not featured side by side the Egyptian one. Why are these western journalists not hopping on the next plane to Niger? I guess the simple answer is, this kind of story is just not sentional enough. Its good news and for them good news is no news at all!!

Obama….. so what?

I stepped out today in an unusually euphoric mood.The weather was horrible- as usual, but that was not going to wipe the smile off my black face. I pulled out my iPod and only one track seemed appropriate for today……….. my president’s BLACK, my lambo’s blue and i’l be God damned if my rims ain’t too…….. oh hung on! I own no lambo so i remix it in my head. Just keeping it real: ……my president’s BLACK my jacket’s BLACK and i’ll be God damned if my boots ain’t too……
Got to work and i realised I wasn’t the only one brimming with excitement! My black brothers were equally ecstatic. We greeted each other with wide smiles and the raised fist…power to the people! And the the Pakistani lad.He was absolutely rhapsodic! He even claims Obama is a Muslim:his reason??100,000 Muslims voted for Obama and that’s enough to make the brother a Muslim…..and the Portuguese boy. He seems excited too, but he just doesn’t see the historic significance of this event…..he thinks Martin Luther King was the first African American president!How funny? No son!Obama lives Dr.King’s dream!!
But why am I so excited? Obama has won the election and so what? My surname is not Obama neither am I an American citizen nor a Keyan. So what is in all this for me? Nothing has changed in my life as I see it! When I wake up tomorrow morning I’l have to go work that 8 to 5! I still have all these bills to pay!!So why am I buzzing with excitement? And Imran Khan? And Hugo Marcello?? I’l tell you why……
Obama stands for all we dream for ourselves, our children and our children’s children! When I look at him I know I CAN!! When I look at him I see hope!! Just HOPE……..and that’s just all I need! HOPE!

Love is.......

Love is deep for he who falls in it yet shallow for the one who gets out of it.
Love is a game to the player but a serious business for the suitor.
Love is blind for the one that lacks the looks yet all-seeing to the beautiful one.
Love is money for the one that tries to buy it yet priceless to the one who freely receives it.
Love is swift for the one who chases after it yet slow for the one who keeps running away from it.
Love seems so high for the one who cannot get over it yet so low to the one who stumbles into it.
Love is pain for the brokenhearted but pleasure for the lovebirds.
Love is……………whatever you want it to be.

Hello BBC and CNN there is an election in GHANA if you’re unaware

I am generally not surprised this is happening but it still does not make me feel less infuriated. After Obama’s historic victory had dominated the news agenda for several weeks, the Western media giants ensured Africa dutifully took its usual place at the top of the news agenda….for all the wrong reasons as usual. The usual images of dying children with flies gallivanting all over their chapped lips.
Reports in the media about Africa in the pasts weeks has been all about Mr. Mugabe and his cholera ridden Zimbabwe, reinforcing the widespread negative image of Africa. It makes it seem all we Africans do, from the moment we rise from our straw mats in our mud huts to the minute the sun sets, is to kill each other. These reports erroneously portrays Africans as a bunch of backward and barbaric people who kill each for fun. Its as if nothing good ever happens in Africa.
So I was hoping, only hoping that for just a fraction of a moment the media cameras and the pens will slip from Mugabe’s Zimbabwe onto Ghana. Just a bit of positive reportage on Africa! That’s all I was hoping for. But I guess that’s not sensational enough for the Western media. “Ghana peacefully elects a new President”… that’s not headline stuff! It simply does not sell. But “Bloodshed as Ghana goes to the polls” rather strikes a familiar bell in their ears. They would gleefully show images of soldiers beating up voters with the butt of their AK47s rather than show Ghanaians lined up to cast their vote in a peaceful and civil manner. Why?? Images of peace and civility just does not fit the African stereotype!! That’s what it is and its sad really sad.

Cyber Socialization

So I’ve been off facebook for about a year, I reactivated my account only yesterday-purely out of boredom and boy was i not shocked?!All the little lads and lasses are either engaged to be married, married or have had kids!!It made me realise how out of touch I have become.And again it made me realise the girls and boys I used to footle with are now women and men…..someone just commented this shows they have all grown and are responsible now.But I must say I am not sure if being married is what makes a man or a woman responsible.Well I will leave that for another day.
What actually shocked me is not the marriages and the children, but the fact that I could freely access these pictures online even though some of these people are not even on my friends list!!You may call me old school, but I am actually not.I am all for social networking via the the internet and all the other good stuff that comes with IT but plastering your wedding and your newly born baby’s photos on the world wide web is not exactly a responsible thing to do. Honestly I’m actaully struggling to give a good reason why this  behaviour isn’t responsible.It just does not look and sound right.What happened to keeping the wedding or the children’s album a private family asset?
Sad to say people are actually living their lives through facebook now. From moment they wake to the minute they lay their heads down they announce to the whole world whatever they have been up to with full photographic records to go with it.I am pretty sure i do not want to know if you just got out of bed and you’re about to brush your teeth or go shave your hairy legs.If I wanted to know all of that I would be following you on twitter!So for all the sad people who like to live on facebook go get a life.Whatever happened to the old way of socializing-going out and meeting and having face to face chat with friends and family.Guess computers are taking away the human touch that make up our way of life as human beings,we are loosing it!This reminds me of Wall E- the movie……

Would You Be My Stop Gap Lover?

You will be, but only till I find that one
Sounds unfair but we will have all the fun
You will play second fiddle all day
We cannot play it any other way
You will be like a square peg in a round hole
An imperfect fit, you do not quite fit my soul
And this is all that you will be,
A stop gap lover just to please me.

We would not walk hand in hand down the high street
But I will hold you tight and give you a private treat
We would not go on fancy candle light dates
But I will turn the lights low and rip off your lace
We would not go telling friends we are a couple
But I will be there under the sheets to snuggle
And this is all I ask of you,
To be my stop gap lover, please do.

I promise to have you on speed dial
But you know we will never go down the aisle
I promise to spend time and watch movies together
But not in the cinema, on the sofa rather
I promise to buy you gifts and presents
But this will hardly cause your heart’s movements
Please be mine,
My stop gap lover, just consign.

My Queen Of Hearts Is Only A Joker

I laid all my cards down on the table
You were my trump card, my queen of hearts
He flushed his cards in your face
Visa black card thats what he plays with
I opened up my heart for you
Come in and make it your home
He opened up his wallet,
Dip in and get yourself a house
I picked up a pen and wrote you a poem
He picked up his pen and wrote you a cheque
I left you a note in your shoe saying i love you
He left you some notes on the drawer saying go get a new shoe
I took you to the mountain top to watch the stars
He took you downtown to get you star studs in your ears
I am all alone now walking down the street
He is driving down the street with my love
I am  now a joker my queen of hearts has been trumped