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“What Do I Believe?”

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?


CREATIVE BUDS. “Obstacles”. Chloe Owusuaa Asiedu


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©

CREATIVE BUDS. “It Has Seen” by Rachel Odartey-Wellington. Grade 9

It Has Seen

It bows down beneath my feet

Allowing, Remembering

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

and why?

To witness the new triumphs of this generation

Fighting, soaring

Of experiences yet to be experienced

And for battles yet to be won


It has seen,

Sweet victory

It has seen,

Bitter defeat,

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

Controversial: Obroni Tears Down Ghana & Builds it up again.

This is absolutely worth reading.

The Kente Weaver

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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