Clinton Arrives In Ghana, Balotelli To Follow

As part of the funeral ceremony of Ghana's late president, His Excellency John Evans Atta Mills, a lot of foreign dignitaries have trooped into the country to partake in this unprecedented event. 
It is for this reason that Hilary Clinton, Secretary of State of the United States of America, former first lady and wife of Bill William Clinton touched down at the Kotoka International Airport last night(Thursday).Ms. Hannah Tetteh, Minister of Trade and Industry and Alhaji Mohammed Mumuni, Minister of Foreign Affairs and Regional Integration, were assigned to meet her. Others present include Heads Of State of Namibia, Sierra Leone, Niger and the Vice President of Kenya. Other countries have sent delegations to make sure they are represented.



In other developments, 
Mario Barwuah Balotteli is scheduled to join Robbie Fowler, Andy Cole and Steve McManaman for peace match in Ghana on the 15th of September to promote peace during the 2012 Presidential and Parliamentary Elections.
I believe and hope Ghana stays strong during these times.








Rest In Peace "Asomdwoe Hene"

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Month Of Spoken Word & Poetry

Mutombo The Poet

Ghana is much criticized for having a limited focus when it comes to its major interests in Sports and Entertainment. For decades, Ghanaians and foreigners alike have wondered if football, music and movies are all Ghanaians care about. Our sources of entertainment have somehow limited itself to bars and clubs where music and alcoholic beverages seem to be very good friends.

If ‘’rap’’ is an acronym for “African Rhythmic Poetry”, then let me introduce you to the new river of entertainment flowing into the country. Poetry has existed for centuries owing to the brilliance of Aristotle, Shakespeare, to mention a few, but has failed to survive the craze of modernity. It is through this ancient form of art that a more contemporary art has emerged along with it.

Spoken Word is a form of poetry that introduces the fluency and lyrical potency of poetry with a more interactivity and exciting twist sometimes accompanied with music. This form of art exists very much in some European countries at Jazz Clubs and Comedy Clubs. This is nothing new to Africans or Ghanaians; it is just one of our forgotten cultural works.

Vincent The Revolutionary Poet

 There are a couple of societies working towards this, and that is really commendable. In Kumasi, Ebenezer Donkoh also known as NY DJ of Kapital Radio 97.1 FM has dubbed this month of August, “Poetry and Spoken Word Month” and will seek to promote this art in the Garden City on his drive time show “Homestretch Bumper To Bumper”.

Let us come together to promote a worthy course and broaden our entertainment industry. If you do not believe me, listen to Motumbo the Poet, who already has an album out called “Photosentences”, Chief Abdul Mumeen is a nationwide recognised poet, Vincent Krah the Revolutionary Poet who displayed his abilities on the “Sunrise Show” on TV3 quite recently concerning the President’s demise, and Quajo Manuel (myself), a student of the University of Ghana and you might just understand.

Black Tuesday (Tribute To President Mills)

Black Tuesday

Last Tuesday there was something strange in the sky

An unprecedented black rainbow enchanted the enraged sky

The sun hid like a sumptuous rabbit from a roaring lion

The ‘ap3tupr3’ refused to fly

The trees whined, the bells chimed, the silence screamed

 Hades touched the land... Right on the spine of Africa

My feet were cold from grief since there is no torch-bearer on the hill of Africa

I feel the chill but there is no thrill for Ghana’s milk has spilled

Grinding our emotions down the mill.... Oh Mills

This is a black maze we are sucked into... for we are amazed

Never knew sadness could be a craze

Our ancestors await a warrior with grace

I speak of the Emperor of Peace,

A new age Nkrumah, the father’s father

His demise has legendary refined, re-inclined... redefined.

Come and listen to your ‘’azonto’’ dirges

This man deserves no elegies but eulogies

The earth’s crust shall re-sound these words in harmonies

Like a linguist prepares the atmosphere for royalty

The Atumpan cries on its own like a child perplexed over paternity

Frames and frames of red and black in solidarity

Red and black – Africa is mourning

Red and black – The murderer is laughing

Red and black – I see a blood stain
Red and black – Politrics carries a dagger

The Unseen Factor

It is a weird phenomenon 
We take it for granted but it is like a precious unicorn 
Do not be perplexed before you even assimilate what I am jumping on 
Save your breath for it is the reason you are reading on 
Imagine the universe without the rapport to support our existence 
Imagine your relationships without words 
Think of no letters in your text pages 
Think of lectures without speeches 
Like the sea without beaches 
No network on your cellular 
No great man can be popular 
No criminal can be sinister; 
No preacher can minister 
No love to register; 
No career dreams to whisper 
No touches, No hitches, No kisses… 
Resembles a nightmare unseen, 
More disturbing than a paupers dreams on a rainy dawn 
Relate to respire and reject to procure an impossible desire 
Bigger than what we require to inspire our soul figure… 
It runs from your wink to your screams as you sink… 
I am campaigning for a gesture 
Life is not than a business venture 
Nor a Silverbird Movie premier 
Its a box of all that you can hold dear 
Jehovah gives freely like fur to a bear 
So lay down your fears 
And love everyone out there 
For thats how love infects and inspires. 

Black History - Poetry

Lets celebrate the Month of Poetry and Spoken Word...

This one is called Black History

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They call us the mother race but they doubt we'll figure out the maze,

Yes, they call us the king of spades but they are the ace,

They say they rever our age but laugh in our face,

They call our prestige and knowledge a mirage,

With a cross they barged in;

Our dignity and valour they caved in.

Calling us uncivilized whiles they rid us of our civilization,

With liquor and a mirror they came,

Along with our gold and African vigour they went,

Dragging us over the strange tides;

Stinging us with weakness and taking our "strong",

For the ancient beauty and richness we long.

How then can we put our noses in the air?

Chest out and sing of our swords and stools?

Our palm wine and soups,

Our ahenemma and taboos,

Now we swing around like naked baboons;

With no shame.

We strip down our image from the flag pole,

And act cool like a slut wid no name,

Africa is now a hunter with no game,

Africa is a student with no aim,

A rapper with no fame.

Africa.