Rhythms of a philosophical wordsmith

Dethroned

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We were Kings and Queens once
Now they call us the lost ones
Dishevelled thoughts and lost minds
We face humiliation of all kinds
With our crowns deep-rooted in defeat
We watched the throne wither at our feet

II

These lands belonged to us once
Now we are the homeless ones
Our silky beds became the hard floor
And our royal garments are no more
Poverty infiltrates our broken hearts
Seeking to shatter it into smaller parts

III

Our feasts were grand once
Now we are the hungry ones
Settling for whatever crumbs we may find
Meatless bones and tasteless wine
Hunger drives us daily to our graves in despair
As we reminisce about better days, the royalty we once were

Masahoud Fuseini Codjoe (2015)

Holy Month

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Alhamdulillah, welcome to the month of Ramadan
When we fast from dawn till the setting of the sun
When drawing closer to Allah is the ultimate plan
When we rush to the Masjid at the call of the adhan
When we drop our worries and pick up the Noble Quran
And little by little we strengthen our Iman
By praying endlessly until our worries are none

We acknowledge in our hearts that Ya Allah is One
Peace and blessings be on Muhammad, His chosen one
May we remain on this righteous path long after this test is done
And refrain from acts that glorify shaytaan
Lead us not into the firm clutches of haram
Keep us from the unquenchable flame of jahanam
And grant us Jannatul-Firdaus when our journey of life is done

Ameen

Masahoud Fuseini Codjoe (2015)

White Diamonds (Haiku)

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Diamonds From The Sky

Snowflakes descending

From the vast and endless skies,

Beauty unending


Mash Codjoe (2007)

LIKE A KING

On The Verge of Anarchy

imageToo Much Freedom? Too Much Freedom? Too Much Freedom? Too Much Freedom?

Too Much Freedom?

There’s a popular story about a brave female warrior who after many years of strife finally decided that enough was enough. She freed herself from the clutches of her captors and after many uncompromising battles, they had no choice but to acquiesce to her demands. On that fateful day some fifty-seven years ago, she was free forever. This single act of courage inspired her many sisters who also freed themselves in the years that followed. Yet many years down the line, Africa’s first born child faces arguably her greatest challenge. There are too many examples to buttress the point that Ghana could soon dive headfirst into the pit of anarchy.

Take the recent arrest of hiplife artiste Kwaw Kesse for the consumption of marijuana in public for instance. It has generated lots of debate across the nation, especially on social media. Whereas one group believes he should be freed, there’s another faction who believe the law should take its course. The former group unsurprisingly consists mainly of his colleagues in the industry, who have been quite vocal in their “Free Kwaw Kesse” campaign. This whole episode has brought to the fore the grave problem of lawlessness which needs to be buried before it gets out of hand.

Naturally nobody would want to see a friend or family member locked up in prison for whatever duration – that’s human nature. But the law has to work. For far too long, law enforcement agencies in this country have had their hands tied in the discharge of their duties. The system is so lax that it doesn’t matter how incriminating the evidence is; if you know the right people, you can get away with anything. We’ve heard countless stories of certain groups taking the law into their own hands by either issuing threats or indeed carrying out those very threats. We live in a society where certain people consider themselves above the law simply because their government is in power. They know that no matter the disorder they perpetrate, their party won’t allow them to rot in jail. So as a result, they carry on with their despicable acts unashamedly.

My daily trip to my workplace in Savelugu from Tamale is almost always an adventure. The Savelugu drivers have on their own free will decided that in order to maximise profit, they need to pick more passengers than normal. As a result, they refuse to move unless they have two passengers crammed on the front seat. Forget about safety and comfort, it’s their way or no way. Some of them even get aggressive if you dare question their motive. What are the police doing about this? Surely they’ve spotted this menace, right? Shouldn’t they take action against these drivers? Well, in a law-abiding society, yes. But as you are well aware, we’re everything but.

What’s more, I was quite alarmed when I saw a recent post from ace investigative journalist, Anas Armeyaw Anas where he revealed that the infamous fake abortion doctor –someone he played a crucial role in apprehending – had returned to the very clinic where he was apprehended. This is someone whose transgressions were captured on tape and broadcast to the whole nation. And yet, instead of rotting in jail he has happily returned to his old hunting ground. Why the hospital authorities will allow him back in the first place is baffling enough. I shudder to think what has become of his previous investigations. I don’t believe it’s far-fetched to suggest that many of the culprits nailed in his investigative reports are all free roaming the streets carrying out their nefarious activities.
It’s clear from the above examples (and there are lots more) that our society is, like the title of this piece implies, on the verge of anarchy. That may sound a bit severe but unfortunately that is the reality on the ground.

We’re going to have to start demanding accountability from those responsible for safeguarding our laws. President Obama’s famous “Africa needs strong institutions and not strongmen” speech had many of us – including the decision makers – waxing lyrical for days. Unfortunately those words have since petered out. It’s time to stand up for what’s right. No citizen should be shielded – regardless of rank, ethnicity, religious, political affiliation or fame – from facing the full rigours of law. Last time I checked, Kwaw is still innocent until he’s proven guilty in a court of law. The best his supporters can do for him now is to pray and hope for the best outcome. If the court decides he’s done no wrong, then so be it. If the court decides however that he’s guilty, then he will have to be dealt with the same way that the ordinary Kwaku or Mensah without a hit record to his name is dealt with.

Our institutions need to work; I cannot emphasize this enough. As citizens of a country governed by rules carefully enshrined in the constitution, we shouldn’t have to fall victim to the whims of those who seem bent on instituting their own set of laws. And let’s face it, the acts of a few unscrupulous people can and is indeed affecting the law-abiding citizens negatively. Sooner or later a lot more people are going to become disenchanted with the system and develop their own ways of circumventing that very system. We shouldn’t have to hear things like ‘This is Ghana’ and ‘Fa ma Nyame’ when things go wrong – that’s how we got here in the first place.
The future is bleak for Ghana as things stand. Unless we all do our part to reverse the canker of indiscipline which has taken root in both young and old, then our beloved Ghana will soon slip into a coma with no hope of ever awakening. The time to act is now.

Good Morning

Good Morning,
The mere fact that you’re awake should fill you with hope so thank the Most High

Good Morning,
Somebody’s praying for the life you have, so don’t let it become the life you had

Good Morning,
For not waking up in prison and for having the freedom to move and associate with whomever you wish

Yeah, Good Morning,
No gunshots in the air, no streets littered with corpses and no queuing up for food rations

Good Morning,
Count your blessings as you watch the sun rise, and you’ll realize just what a beautiful morning it is

Good Morning!

That’s it really – the title says it all. I could end this post with the title and it would still say it all concerning why we are poor underdeveloped. But I have to say stuff just to paint a clearer picture. Only if a word was worth a thousand pictures. Or something. Anyway, I digress. So yeah, raise your hand if you know why we seek temporary solutions to our problems. Anybody? Nobody? Okay. But I’m sure you all agree it’s a canker we shouldn’t be entertaining, am I right? Good. So what are some of these these temporary solutions I’m blabbering about? Here are my Top Three:

1 Electricity

Yes, that one. Your lights are probably off as you read this, don’t deny! We have had power crisis after power crisis after power crisis and yet we can’t seem to find a remedy.

2008 – “the water level at Akosombo is too low. We need to implement a load shedding program” – ECG

2009 – “the water level at Akosombo is too low. We need to implement a load shedding program” – ECG

2010“the water level at Akosombo is too low. We need to implement a load shedding program” – ECG

2011“the water level at Akosombo is too low. We need to implement a load shedding program” – ECG

I’m sure you get the drift. Let’s keep shedding load until the load gets fed up and says “you know what? I’ve had enough! From now on, uninterrupted power supply for everyone. Yaaaaay!”

Surely there is a permanent solution to this. Building more dams will certainly not solve it, so what will? I’ve heard people say Solar Energy is expensive but so are these temporary solutions. Wouldn’t it be wiser to just spend big on solar and be done with this load shedding madness? I think so. We certainly don’t lack sun in this country. A solution to our energy enigma is certainly long overdue and should be given the attention it demands.

2 Floods

Let me just put it out there that there’s going to be another flood in the Capital next year. #AccraFloods will trend on social media including pictures of cars submerged in water and people salvaging their belongings. Now this is no laughing matter but it is becoming a farce. Being able to predict floods in Accra really shouldn’t be a thing – but it is. The causes are quite clear; building in waterways and poor drainage systems being the most talked about. It would be great if some steps are finally taken to address this problem but I wouldn’t count on it. I’ll be happy to be proved wrong though. But I won’t.

3 Sanitation

I watched a documentary on this recently and it broke my heart. It had to do with the disposal of fecal waste into the sea at the ironically named Lavender Hill. It’s gone on for years and has become an accepted practice since there’s nothing being done to halt it. Apparently there’s a plant being built by some Chinese contractors who have had to put the project on hold due to Government’s refusal inability to provide the funds to complete the project. Good old Mr. No Money Syndrome simply refuses to leave town, it seems. A sad state of affairs I must say. And that’s just one branch of the sanitation struggle. The major branch – or perhaps the trunk – is purely attitudinal. In a country where drainage facilities have more-or-less become garbage cans, it’s going to take a major revolution to save us. Government isn’t responsible for keeping your environment clean, you are! It’s as simple as that. We shouldn’t be grappling with a cholera epidemic in this era – and that’s purely down to individual attitudes. The earlier we change our attitudes the better. That’s the only permanent solution to this war on sanitation.

We need to find lasting solutions to these problems or else they’ll become permanent. If we can’t handle the pressure of 25 million people, what do we do when we reach 30 or 40 million in years to come? Your guess is as good as mine. The time for some permanent solutions is now.

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There’s something infinitely special that the stadium experience leaves you with that TV can never capture. To say the atmosphere at the Tamale Stadium yesterday during the Ghana vs Guinea AFCON qualifier was electric does an injustice to understatements. The noise levels were incredible as we cheered the boys on for 90 minutes. From the traditional singing, drumming and chanting; to the piercing sounds of the vuvuzelas, the game served up an absolute feast. Here are five crucial things I took home with me last night.

1. Stadium Entry

I arrived at the stadium around 3:30pm and it was immediately clear that this was a problem. From what I could see, it appeared most fans thought the main entrance was the only entrance into the stadium. This was clear from the long winding queue which remained stagnant for quite a while. There were however other gates less crowded and I was fortunate to ease my way through one of such points. Crowd control was relatively well handled by the security forces although expectedly, there were a few incidents. So perhaps a little information on stadium entry (on the ticket?) would be a good way to start.

2 Ban The Elephants

And by elephants I mean those annoying horns/vuvuzelas. There were a couple of guys behind me who gave my ears a real battering with their incessant blowing. As a keen follower of the European football leagues, I find the more traditional singing and chanting much more enjoyable. In fact, the best moments from yesterday included the singing of “Olè Olè Ole” and chants of “Away” whenever Guinea had a free kick in the second half. I don’t deny they add something to the general atmosphere, but they’re almost always misused and are a nuisance to other fans. Get rid!

3 The Scoreboard

My main headache concerning the scoreboard was its inability to display the various substitutions. From where I sat, it wasn’t immediately clear who was coming on so at the very least, the scoreboard should have displayed the substitutions. And I’m also a bit peeved I didn’t get to do the whole “hey look at me, I’m on TV” thing. But I’ll let that slide.

4 Atmospheric Pressure

There are fewer things in life more exciting than joining a choir of 20,000 plus people to scream “gooooal”. It was pure madness at times – definitely a welcome break from the more subdued social media celebrations we tend to embrace these days. And thanks to my low battery, there was a 100% concentration on the game. I have never been to the Baba Yara Stadium in Kumasi but I’m convinced Tamale would have left a huge impression on the Black Stars. We certainly can’t wait for the next opportunity to cheer them on.

5 Three Goals to One

I’ll admit I wasn’t too pleased with the Black Stars after the Brazil debacle but hey, this is our National Team. They need our support and they certainly got it yesterday. They’re still a work in progress for sure but there were some encouraging signs. The defenders did well but they really need to work on their concentration levels. If the Guineans were a little more clinical, it could have been a different story. The midfield and attack were quite purposeful too. I thought Solomon Asante was brilliant even though his corners were a bit short poor. And Asamoah Gyan can’t stop scoring now, can he? I also enjoyed his “I’m walking away” stance when he won that penalty. Dede Ayew was the clear fan favourite yesterday and his goal from the spot was well acknowledged. Emmanuel Agyemang-Badu made it safe after a spell of Guinea pressure with a well taken strike. One more win should be enough to secure passage to Morocco.

So a thoroughly enjoyable day it proved to be. I certainly will be looking forward to the next opportunity. Come back soon, Black Stars!

God’s Time

“God’s time is the best”

If I had a dollar for everytime I heard that, I would be enjoying my retirement on the some Caribbean Island right now. Unfortunately cliches don’t pay so I’m writing about it instead. When exactly is God’s time anyway? I mean there’s no doubt the Almighty influences our lives in ways we can’t even begin to imagine. Neither is it disputable that sometimes no matter how much we want something, there is a supreme guideline which determines if/when we eventually grasp that which we most desire. So what am I driving at? Well I have a theory – and that is – God’s time is the best BUT an effort has to be made on your part. Because God’s time is the best NOW. I repeat, NOW!

It’s often said ‘God helps those who help themselves’ and I have to agree. Let’s put it this way, you won’t win the lottery if you don’t buy a ticket will you? Didn’t think so. To get that which you most desire you’re going to have to bust a move. Stop waiting for things to fall into place and put those things in place yourself. If you’re waiting for an angel to come to you in a dream with a blueprint then good luck buddy. But if you’re tired of waiting, make your move now. It’s not too late to pursue that career no matter what obstacles plague your path. Tear yourself away from that relationship that’s been stagnant for years. And while you’re at it, stop friendzoning that one guy/girl that God has sent your way to shower you with the love you deserve. Look out for these subtle signs and quit being so stubborn.

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To cut all my jibber-jabber short, make a move. It may take a while but every journey begins with a single step. Take that step now. Ask the Lord to direct your path and if it’s meant to happen, it will happen. If not, trust Allah to direct you to something better. But don’t forget to look out for the subtle signs I spoke about. God speaks to us in many different ways. It could be a post on Facebook or a few words from a total stranger. Just remember to be open-minded. It won’t happen overnight but with determination, discipline and unceasing prayer, God’s time (your time) may be nearer than you think. Stay blessed.

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