From Where I come

I believe strongly that there is nobody born to play, in this world-stage, such roles as murderer or prostitute or armed robber or suicide bomber. Situations, people and more often than not the people themselves by their choices make them(selves) into these kinds of people society abhors.  To think that the perpetrators of these inhuman vices - boko haram, al shabab or angry unempoyed South Africans - were once little boys and girls, fills my heart with immerse  sadness. I have found myself asking such rhetorics as ,was there no exemplary adult they could have fashioned their lives after? If their parents were irresponsible or died somehow, was there no elder sibling, or extended family, especially as Ghana is largely an extended family system? What about a  next door neighbour that could offer them some guidance, counseling or discipline?  Take a look around. Your little brother or sister has the potential of becoming a murderer or a high class prostitute, and th...

24th March, 2015. Today  is one of those days when I am so broke, that all I have is faith and a little hope as I step out of the house for work. I say It's one of those days because I will seldom recollect how it tasted immediately the good times come. It only becomes a memory that is retold like an amusing movie. Today, on March 24, Gh2.00 is all I have as I step out. I am not bothered because fortunately, my work place isn't so far from home. The first bus I will board from my little town costs Gh 0.70 and the second bus will cost Gh 1.20. So I spend Gh 1.90 to get myself to work every day of the week. Now this morning as I got to the bus stop to board for my first bus, I was fortunate to get the last sit in the troski. You know the ones that are folded to make way to the back sit of the troski? Yes,  that's what I'm refering to. I didn't notice I was sitting by a friend I had recently made until the guy stretched his hands for a shake. so we shook hands and lau...

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