A Great initiative for the development of contemporary art.
Inspired by our recent discussions about the nature of truth and knowledge, one of my Grade 11 students penned down these words. He seeks anonymity though.
What Do I Believe?
I believe that I believe because I cannot know
What is certain? What is known?
Is knowledge ever certain? Is certainty truly known?
If all we have is knowledge then aren’t we all alone?
For all the knowledge in this world stands without a bone
We try to know unknowns, but knowns are still unknown
We all know different truths; yet there only is one truth
And as to who’s truth is true; we all know different truths
We believe we know as a means to sooth
Our worried selves; and attempt to push
Our petty descriptions of our perceptions into truths
So my belief is that all is belief
And the truth is but the truth; unknown if known.
So what is your truth? What is your belief?
Do you believe the truth is known?
When we were walking down memory lane
We felt our euphoric hearts pacing
We could hear the drums, cheers and snaps
The mellow cheers from the Union
As we were going for the kill,
The big competition
All we saw were black dots
And they were quickly fading
We felt the sudden rush and the downfall of our comrades
Time danced by,
And we were soon to be called
The clouds caved in
The fear stayed near
As death wore by,
Death of Salvation.
We soon stood up
The battle was apprehending
We raced and we felt the adrenaline
Minds vexed waiting for us
Poseidon’s drastic fate upon us
We toiled until we could no more
For this hindrance, deemed no good
The farthest star gazed on us
For our lost opportunity
Doomed we were like the rising sun;
By: Chloe Owusuaa Asiedu©
Nature at it’s best;
Chances, choices, opportunities.
Beauty, charm, pulchritude.
Made to bring joy,
Made to bring regret,
Made to bring feelings abstract.
Nature in it’s beauty;
The grass as green,
The sun as bright,
The rain as hurtful.
The chances waitin’ to be taken. By: Samantha Dede Azu.
It Has Seen
It bows down beneath my feet
T’was this crisp strand,
That saw the adrenaline pump
Saw the sullen defeat
Experienced the rich, creamy victory
It heard the shout of triumph
It watched people fight,
Fight for heir breath,
Though it may be old
It bows down
To witness the new triumphs of this generation
Of experiences yet to be experienced
And for battles yet to be won
It has seen,
It has seen,
It has seen!
Hello Everyone. I have been absent for a while. I am back now but this time round, I am with company. My students. So for the coming weeks, I will be sharing works that we have been producing in our poetry study class. Please generously share you comments and share when you read. Thank you.
Northland College principal, John Tapene, has offered the following words from a Judge who regularly deals with youth. “Always we hear the cry from teenagers, ‘what can we do, where can we go?
“My answer is this: Go home, mow the lawn, wash the windows, learn to cook, build a raft, get a job, visit the sick, study your lessons and after you have finished, read a book. Your town does not owe you recreational facilities and your parents do not owe you fun. “The world does not owe you a living, you owe the world something. You owe it your time, energy and talent so that no one will be at war, in sickness and lonely again. In other words grow up, stop being a cry baby, get out of your dream world and develop a backbone not a wishbone. Start behaving like a responsible person. You are important and you are needed. It’s too late to sit around a wait for somebody to do something someday. Someday is now and that somebody is you!” Continue reading WORDS FOR TEENAGERS
This is absolutely worth reading.
So fascinated by this very old article I just discovered, I just had to share! Whoaa. Very interesting.
Article first published on HERE (Modern Ghana)
“What do you want in Ghana? Go back to your country!”
Are you the kwasia (idiot) who shouted this at me yesterday from your taxi while I was minding my own business and waiting for my tro-tro at Presby junction? What made you come out with such an exclamation? Was it just too much apio (akpeteshi – local moonshine), or do you have a matter you want to discuss with me? Have you been to aborokyire (abroad) yourself and learnt only the bad things from there, like racism and anti-social behaviour? Did you witness my brothers sticking pickaxes in your brothers’ heads, simply for having the audacity to possess beautiful black skin, and has this made you want to treat all non-Ghanaians with…
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