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By: portiadery,
on 11/1/2014
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hmmm….where do i begin this my tall tale?
How do i tell you this tale that has no end?
Where do i start from?
Who do i tell it to? Should it be told to Okoro the village mad man who never wear pants? Or should i tell it to Adisa the market woman whose mouth runs diarrhea? No , perhaps i should tell it to Baba the the village drunk or Abiba the husband snatcher.
How do i tell it? Should i whisper it slowly? Or shout it over the mountain top? Or perhaps sing it like the birds in the air?
How should i look when i tell it? Should i dress in my next year’s x’mas dress that has been recycled five times. Or should i borrow Fatima’s dress that has been wore by all the church choir girls?
How should i carry myself? Should i be coy like the Accra house girls that pretend they’re virgins but karate their madams husbands in the bedroom all night long? Should i be meek like the sheep that lie lazily on the path to village’s ‘so called powerful’ prophet who power impotent men’s wives day and night.
Please do let me know, it’s urgent!
By: portiadery,
on 10/9/2014
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Originally posted on Mum C writes:
“For you,
The moon is at arm’s length
For you,
The sky is like the shortest roof
For you,
The stars like night lights will walk at my command
For you,
Trees will shake, shrubs will clap as birds sing at my command
For you,
A million years can come in minutes with no fears
For you
Problems no matter their storms will fall at my hands”
Too bad
Peril and promises have a thing in common
They give fast legs
Legs which run marathons before the mind stands
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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By: portiadery,
on 9/30/2014
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on 9/25/2014
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Originally posted on my little poetic side:
My best friend, my back stabber
My sister, my enemy
My counselor, my gossip monger
Your breadwinner, my movement blaster
Your cross bearer, my cross
Jealous rages piled, yet my success stories I kept sharing
Envy killing, my clear mind sharing more
It took years to see behind that fragile body
It is hard to swallow
I still can’t Fathom.
Evidence too glaring
Jigsaw presenting a clean picture now
Evidence of my name in the mud
And guess who was gathering the mud over my name
My comrade, my antagonist
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on 9/23/2014
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Originally posted on Creative Writing Ghana:
This week, we will publish short interviews with some of the Ghanaian authors on the Golden Baobab Prize longlist released a few weeks ago. It is our hope that this introduces the authors to you. As this is only the longlist, we are not looking to pose probing questions, but rather intend the questions to be quite cursory in their outlook.
Today, we start with Ricky Ansong, a young Ghanaian writer and author of Koryor and the Sea. We (CWG) started by asking Ricky how he heard about the prize and why he decided to send in his entry.
Ricky Ansong
Ricky Ansong (RA): I heard about the Prize through Twitter. I decided to enter this category because I love writing for children and I wanted validation from Golden Baobab. I wanted to know if what I wrote for children was good enough.
CWG: How did you receive the news about the longlist, where were you and how did you feel?
RA:I received the news about the longlist through an email. I was then at the Vodafone Café at Cantoments. I felt like my heart would explode. I had to take a walk around the compound to calm my racing heart.
CWG: Is this your first time making a Longlist? What are writing at the moment?
RA: Yes, this is my first time making a longlist. I am working on a young adult novel currently.
CWG: In the past prizes, very…
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I met him once on a popular social media. He was tall and lanky, his body covered in hair reminded me of my soft smooth night blanket. He wore a bright smile just like his eyes wore a coffee-colored medicated reading glasses.And when he smiled… eeiii pooh! his smile broke the chains lock around my heart just like that! We messaged hi’s and hello’s here and there, i looked up his pictures and i saw his swag! Darm the boy got it!
And then that lonely rainy day when GOD became so angry that he poured the whole heavens down like boom boom! I mastered courage and dialed his number…ring ring, he picked!
“HELLO?” his voice thundered above the sound of the rains. My heart skipped a beat and i nearly suffered a heart attack.
“hi, Ebo? ” i whispered , “are you okay? i mean i am…”
“who’s this?”
“the girl. No ,the woman you spoke to on. NO, i mean your facebook friend, we chatted about lions and and..”
“WHAT?” His voice roared.
“Sweetheart who’s that on the line?” I heard her clear and loud. i dreaded her smooth silky heavy british accent. You could tell she flown first class and wore victoria underwears and that she was the type that wore high heels even to the bathroom; the reason why i hated her the more.
“some crazy girl maybe,” i heard him said.
” Put that damn phone down! and let’s make some love!” it was an ordered, she just ordered him like that; my man. I slipped to the floor imagining what that wicked -mean girl was doing to my man, my man ooh!
I met him once on a popular social media. He was tall and lanky, his body covered in hair reminded me of my soft smooth night blanket. He wore a bright smile just like his eyes wore a coffee-colored medicated reading glasses.And when he smiled… eeiii pooh! his smile broke the chains lock around my heart just like that! We messaged hi’s and hello’s here and there, i looked up his pictures and i saw his swag! Darm the boy got it!
And then that lonely rainy day when GOD became so angry that he poured the whole heavens down like boom boom! I mastered courage and dialed his number…ring ring, he picked!
“HELLO?” his voice thundered above the sound of the rains. My heart skipped a beat and i nearly suffered a heart attack.
“hi, Ebo? ” i whispered , “are you okay? i mean i am…”
“who’s this?”
“the girl. No ,the woman you spoke to on. NO, i mean your facebook friend, we chatted about lions and and..”
“WHAT?” His voice roared.
“Sweetheart who’s that on the line?” I heard her clear and loud. i dreaded her smooth silky heavy british accent. You could tell she flown first class and wore victoria underwears and that she was the type that wore high heels even to the bathroom; the reason why i hated her the more.
“some crazy girl maybe,” i heard him said.
” Put that damn phone down! and let’s make some love!” it was an ordered, she just ordered him like that; my man. I slipped to the floor imagining what that wicked -mean girl was doing to my man, my man ooh!
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When we meet in that little circle of ours
It is as if the world was ours and we the world.
For i breathe only you and wish each night never pass.
Your arms are my shelter
Your words fill me with joy.
I dance along to your sweet words and am dazed with the glory from your eyes.
When your lips touch mine, the taste captures my emotions. I look around and
It is as if we are the only ones here-in love with love.
In that little circle of ours
Jan 9, 2012
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on 11/24/2013
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When we meet in that little circle of ours
It is as if the world was ours and we the world.
For i breathe only you and wish each night never pass.
Your arms are my shelter
Your words fill me with joy.
I dance along to your sweet words and am dazed with the glory from your eyes.
When your lips touch mine, the taste captures my emotions. I look around and
It is as if we are the only ones here-in love with love.
In that little circle of ours
Jan 9, 2012
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on 11/24/2013
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When we meet in that little circle of ours
It is as if the world was ours and we the world.
For i breathe only you and wish each night never pass.
Your arms are my shelter
Your words fill me with joy.
I dance along to your sweet words and am dazed with the glory from your eyes.
When your lips touch mine, the taste captures my emotions. I look around and
It is as if we are the only ones here-in love with love.
In that little circle of ours
Jan 9, 2012
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on 11/24/2013
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When we meet in that little circle of ours
It is as if the world was ours and we the world.
For i breathe only you and wish each night never pass.
Your arms are my shelter
Your words fill me with joy.
I dance along to your sweet words and am dazed with the glory from your eyes.
When your lips touch mine, the taste captures my emotions. I look around and
It is as if we are the only ones here-in love with love.
In that little circle of ours
Jan 9, 2012
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on 11/24/2013
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Poetry for Peace
Thunder is fast approaching but the aroma of peace is still missing.
Women with childern pinned to their backs run here and there looking for shelter..but alas peace is faraway!
Our hearts have become a bed for fear,despair and helplessness.
Our women have become drawings displayed in forgotten art show rooms
Thurder is fast approaching but the aroma of peace is missing
Where and when will we find you..
We are tired of singing dirges everyday..we need peace
written for YWJ
Ghana
Oct 1
By: portiadery,
on 11/24/2013
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Poetry for Peace
Thunder is fast approaching but the aroma of peace is still missing.
Women with childern pinned to their backs run here and there looking for shelter..but alas peace is faraway!
Our hearts have become a bed for fear,despair and helplessness.
Our women have become drawings displayed in forgotten art show rooms
Thurder is fast approaching but the aroma of peace is missing
Where and when will we find you..
We are tired of singing dirges everyday..we need peace
written for YWJ
Ghana
Oct 1
By: portiadery,
on 11/24/2013
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Poetry for Peace
Thunder is fast approaching but the aroma of peace is still missing.
Women with childern pinned to their backs run here and there looking for shelter..but alas peace is faraway!
Our hearts have become a bed for fear,despair and helplessness.
Our women have become drawings displayed in forgotten art show rooms
Thurder is fast approaching but the aroma of peace is missing
Where and when will we find you..
We are tired of singing dirges everyday..we need peace
written for YWJ
Ghana
Oct 1
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Poetry for Peace
Thunder is fast approaching but the aroma of peace is still missing.
Women with childern pinned to their backs run here and there looking for shelter..but alas peace is faraway!
Our hearts have become a bed for fear,despair and helplessness.
Our women have become drawings displayed in forgotten art show rooms
Thurder is fast approaching but the aroma of peace is missing
Where and when will we find you..
We are tired of singing dirges everyday..we need peace
written for YWJ
Ghana
Oct 1
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on 11/14/2013
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SWEET LOVING.
sweet loving is hard to find but once u do it’s sweeter than honey,brighter than the moonlight.
The kisses get more passionate than the passion friut,
The heart faster than a drum.
Sweet-loving…lovely than the lilies.
The heart loses itself and the spirit feels new like the morning dew upon the fields.
Nov 18, 2011
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SWEET LOVING.
sweet loving is hard to find but once u do it’s sweeter than honey,brighter than the moonlight.
The kisses get more passionate than the passion friut,
The heart faster than a drum.
Sweet-loving…lovely than the lilies.
The heart loses itself and the spirit feels new like the morning dew upon the fields.
Nov 18, 2011
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SWEET LOVING.
sweet loving is hard to find but once u do it’s sweeter than honey,brighter than the moonlight.
The kisses get more passionate than the passion friut,
The heart faster than a drum.
Sweet-loving…lovely than the lilies.
The heart loses itself and the spirit feels new like the morning dew upon the fields.
Nov 18, 2011
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SWEET LOVING.
sweet loving is hard to find but once u do it’s sweeter than honey,brighter than the moonlight.
The kisses get more passionate than the passion friut,
The heart faster than a drum.
Sweet-loving…lovely than the lilies.
The heart loses itself and the spirit feels new like the morning dew upon the fields.
Nov 18, 2011
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SWEET LOVING.
sweet loving is hard to find but once u do it’s sweeter than honey,brighter than the moonlight.
The kisses get more passionate than the passion friut,
The heart faster than a drum.
Sweet-loving…lovely than the lilies.
The heart loses itself and the spirit feels new like the morning dew upon the fields.
Nov 18, 2011
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SWEET LOVING.
sweet loving is hard to find but once u do it’s sweeter than honey,brighter than the moonlight.
The kisses get more passionate than the passion friut,
The heart faster than a drum.
Sweet-loving…lovely than the lilies.
The heart loses itself and the spirit feels new like the morning dew upon the fields.
Nov 18, 2011
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Her eyes hold the secrets to a man’s heart,they are mysterious yet inviting.
Her pretty deep coffee eyes could lure even the most adamant heart.
Her eyes though sad could melt any heart.
She looks on whiles her onlooker yearns for her passionately.
Her eyes distress, seek shelter for her broken heart but she hesitates and tears pour out like rain.
The eyes of a woman..who can read them?
Dec 29, 2011
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Her eyes hold the secrets to a man’s heart,they are mysterious yet inviting.
Her pretty deep coffee eyes could lure even the most adamant heart.
Her eyes though sad could melt any heart.
She looks on whiles her onlooker yearns for her passionately.
Her eyes distress, seek shelter for her broken heart but she hesitates and tears pour out like rain.
The eyes of a woman..who can read them?
Dec 29, 2011
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