From Where I come

8th December, 2016. 4:17pm. Chantan - Lapaz -Abeka. In a troski going home. I've heard this afternoon from colleagues that there is tension in town so I decided to observe my immediate environment. These are my observations. One of them could be you... 1. A mason mixing sand and cement for plastering 2. Three guys jogging to their football training grounds. 3. Kofi brokeman seller, turning plantains on her mesh so the raw parts  can get their turn with the mild fire. 4. Two school boys playing on the streets, struggling over a piece of sausage, oblivious of the approaching trotro. Our driver shouts at them. 5. A guy negotiating with a customer over a GH5.00 ear phone. 6. A lady trying out shades. She takes a mirror from the seller to see if it fits her face or perhaps shades her eyes from the setting sun. 7. A man in front of a shop, pushes the  last bit of bread into his mouth , claps and raises his hands over the voice of the journalist giving provisional results from fr

I'm scared of what it means exactly - "Bring me to my knees" I want to look back at thirty And be proud of what I did with my life at twenty-five, Of what I did for You before twenty - five. I don't know if I want what You want for me. But God, Don't let me wander too far, Too far away from You And from the future you wrote Concerning me when I was forming In my mother's womb. Please tell me I can become What You want me to be. I am telling You to bring me to my knees And yet I think I may not like what it means. Amu Mawutoh, 31st August, 2016. @8:20

If you are like me, then waiting is a frustrating experience, the process enervates us, keeps us restive, moody and mehhnn most of the time, we'be been waiting for just 1 week! Lol. But I got us a remedy: 1. My dear, ENCOURAGE yourself! You know that when the wait is over you will quickly forget how dreadful the whole waiting was. It becomes a memory you and your family will laugh at. So tell yourself something encouraging. 2. Massa, PRAISE in the hallway towards your open door. Things will surely turn around. So you might as well start rehearsals....Hahaha. If you are terrible in dancing, don't worry, contact me, I will send you some killer praise moves. In the mean time get Tye Tribett's "He Turned It". Turn the volume up and get your groove on. Because someone greater than the situation is stepping in and He will turn it around for your good. 3. Finally, my brother ,my sister, PRAY for someone who is losing hope and has been waiting longer than a year. As yo

About fifty children stiring dust, Running. Shouting. Screaming after a ball. Little legs swinging, Hoping to touch a flying ball. One throws his right leg; The ball walks past him, his feet run after it. Another takes the ball, runs away with it To a place he can freely hit it. Soon he is surrounded by many legs Like ants who chance on sugar. He hits the ball and runs after it To have a second hit but Someone cuts him from behind. The girls, amidst the running boys, Interrupting their game with their cries, "Oh...let me play some". The ball leaves them to the side of the field Where one boy is seated waiting For the ball to come to him. He takes the ball to the pole Where the keeper is too small for his post. He fixes the ball for a strike, Too late, Supporters and opposers attack him. The leg that hits the ball sends it High into the sky, all eyes follow. Before it hits the ground, The bell rings. PE is over. I will remember this with a smile,

That day he called with a smile Into his secret room. Room as dark as night. There my innocence was robbed With a drugged cup of wine A sip tore my garments, There you pushed yourself into me. I lay half asleep, helpless. My mama was home cooking, Waiting for the salt to boil her rice. You went back to watch your TV. I laid there half awake, helpless. I have met Miss Epar, And my soul's light is dimmed. I have been wronged yet you Force me into hiding. Society looks upon me like I don't belong. I can't look my friends in the eye. I dread their pity, I fear their judgement. Tell me without words That I will be fine. Tell me in silence That I will heal one day. Please! Amu Mawutoh 30th April, 2016.

I have fallen so hard my heart is still. My lips refuse to move, to tell you I've fallen in love with you. Do you hear me? Under the silent sky, glittering stars, Down here, up there, you are somewhere. My two eyes may never see yours But I have fallen so hard, Fallen in love with you. Do you hear me? I'll hum the hymn in your head. And kiss you deeply on your forehead. Tho these eyes turn to dust, Your face will be kept in its lens. I'm in love with you. And I shall write you more of this Long after we have met. Can you hear me? © Amu Mawutoh 15th April, 2016. 9:58pm