Bad Administration

The current administration of Ghana is really disgracing the country to the detriment of we the upcoming future leaders. Since my life if I recall I have never tasted such a bad administration of this sort before. Indeed the current government of Ghana is really confused and needs to put her feet on the ground. One thing which I think would do Ghana some level of good is when the West begins to seize giving some African countries grant and loans. Especially countries with poor records of democracy. Indeed, accountability, probity and transparency are some of the major roots of democracy but Ghana fails in them all. Yet, we receive all sort of help from the West. Is it that the West actually do not have a complete guarded code of ethics or what? If only the West would do African countries some good, this will be the best step ever taken. They should seize aids going into Africa. Because for now Africa my root is not ready to manage her own affairs.

WE (GHANAIAN) ALWAYS BETRAY OUR SENSE OF UNPREPAREDNESS AND MEDIOCRITY

We as Ghanaians have always failed not to betray our sense of unprepardness and mediocre. Act 778 of our education needs some scraping. In fact our politician leaders "tossingly" toiling with the educational lives of our brother and sisters as though they were of games on a gambling table. And it on this gambling table that our leaders think and plan hot spot, trial and error, fast fast and quick quick about what the lives of our siblings be used for. The issue of the second cycle educational system is not whether it should be three years or four years. The issue also is not about who is saying what or who is saying that. It is also not about the brilliant or the most intelligent ideas. Neither is it about who is right or wrong. Or about who can shout to his topmost voice or who can go down to the most disciplined level of silence. The issue is about the question, "WHAT.......DO.....WE.....WANT? The issue is about us knowing our objectives and vision because this will automatically guide us to know what we should expect from our students. And as to whether or not they (vision and objectives) are in respect with the capacity of the people of Ghana -- as to whether or not the average people of Ghana will be able to afford the extra tuition fee they will have to live by should the academic calendar of their children be increased, in line with their standard of living. And if the people of Ghana are made to understand thoroughly the full benefits that is to come by from any change in their wards' academic calendar, they, we should all bear in mind that would bear the idea even if they initially relented buying the idea. But, regrettably, we always betray our sense of unpreparedness and mediocrity in the face of the White man. Oh, Ghana, till when will we continue to betray our unguarded reasoning ability? We claim we can manage our own affairs, yet we keep on alluding everything to the "barbarics" of colonialism and slavery that are now ages past. Cautious advice to us all is that, the statement, the black man is capable of managing his own affairs which was made yesterday, reflected the state and the strength, the zest and the preparedness of men of yesterday. Today's men do not bear any resemblance and cannot bear any resemblance to that at all until they have changed their approach to reasoning. The only thing they can take out of the statement is the force and the inspiration that still lives behind the statement. And this will only come about after we have fully understood it by first of all having immersed ourselves into a state of continual and dedicated learning. Do we expect the White man to respect us? " We will respect you only on one condition-- when we had noticed that you now stand up to who you are, and what you belong to. If not, Africans should forget commanding any respect or whatsoever from us (the Whites)." Where is he going to get the funds for the free education initiative? If I were the poorest most uncultured illiterate anywhere in the world and heard that a presidential candidate in Ghana when voted into power will initiate free Senior High education, I would hurriedly without any hesitation or whatsoever summon all my family members and appeal to their moral conscience. 1.If I am an average Ghanaian: "my family vote for this man into power. He's really with a kind heart as though of diamond yet to sparkle let us wait and see if it will sparkle. After all we loose nothing if it fails to sparkle. 2. If not a Ghanaian: my family let us rescind our citizenship and go to Ghana for our naturalization processes. More possibly let us go and start a new life in Ghana. But, between me and myself, will always be the question, " where is he going to the money to fund this kind initiative if there will not be any judgment debts, after all judgments debts are not revenues but deficits and even this deficits can be avoided simply because it is preconditional. Ghanaian are with a kind of unclean reasoning culture. We seem not to know exactly when change is needed in our society. In other words we do not easily recollect information. As Gen. I. K. Acheampong put it, " Ghanaian have short memory". Ghanaians needed not to change the National Patriotic Party in the 2008 elections. If we would be sincere enough and lay aside all forms of interests and miss a count of bias. Then in conclusion, those folks I must say, really did well. If for nothing at all they brought life through the National Health Insurance Scheme (NHIS), they brought joy through the National Youth Employment Project (NYEP), they guarded our farm produce through road linking projects, they brought sense many levels up through Free and Compulsory Universal Basic Education, and gave food for the lonely child, all through (FCUBE), and the Capitation Grant. They become friends with many investors Abroad and later wooed them into the country. The one thing they forgot to do was their inability to pass the Right to Information Bill. Today's political man is different though but still with a black sense. As Abraham Lincoln put it, " nearly all men can stand adversity but to test the character of a man give him power". May God save Ghana and may he give us a political sense like the sense, zeal and the zest that were exuded in ages past before the statement "the black man is capable of managing his own affairs because our nation Ghana is not well.

“I am enough of an artist to draw free of imagination”- Anonymous “I can write better than anybody who can write faster, and I can write faster than anybody who can write better”- A.J. Liesling Poems written and compiled for the pleasure of the Society, by Sefah, Ato Welbeck His poetry covers almost every facet of life. On average he spends not less than two minutes on a long poem. He sometimes recites and performs most of his lines at programs and at functionaries especially at the gathering of the Saints of God.upon request for free. The Poems are yet to be edited. ODE TO A WOMAN Woman woman. Flow thee when my thirst lights. Test my salt an' compare thee to sea if I be enough Nights of my darkness. Or beautiful nothin' ever doted before. Thine eyes like the deers of the i-land rear. And thine face round like erring. O woman, the panting of a lasting breath. My senses as that of Shaka, yet drown in your love. Like that from hard barley. Thy skin lights like shine. Thy feet spotless like burnt clay. The image of my ribs. The savanna' of my bearin'. As red as kisses. Warm as roses white. And as sweet as blended Hen- nessey. You look a fly in the sky. Dancing every-thing dearly in your buckles. And in everything you do handsome and rewarding like sweet. Thine anger is great. Thine sober honour and mighty. Like seasoning preserves fresh. And standin' many feet long you stand a tall. Thou walk like me. Thine steps of a queen bee. Lime and lemon are dull. But with you away they go cane. Men love you like Victoria. But I adore you a church wine. Whose found my lost soul a home. You rock jam-rock. God bless thine cherished breasts. And make them tendest and firmer That thou great and thunder feed us with milk. Tis in all thine ways thou soft like silk Sometimes shine like steel. ODE TO FATHERS Glory be to thine heavy hands. Console hath thou coming fear. Some days aloof bypass our brave. In a cloud the blues surpass the fear. Low when crawling hath our feet. Thine sweetest pine drip a wide bore. Of happiness doth we smile. Not in passing ray. Happiness up the sky. Unto thine thin candle route. Channel the complaints of tender. And make some hastening kneading broth. Our hungry bellies fill thee with canes and straw. O for length of hours our eye berries. The seasons dry wither the leaves. White and pale the shattering green. Be in thine shadow our gentle rest Young as ignorant unknowing cravings for bread Chop monies and all the journeys long But warmth in thine folded arms we rest. A FREE VERSE FOR LADIES You are the sunset shadow Resting like a water in a jar Lay forever softly your heads on our chest Cos that reminds us of something Wow this is our kind of rain As sensual as midnight kisses There is always red on their lips Where dem Ladies spark our evening blues You are our shelter in the cold Like a drop of snow from winter Falling down on us high You are our kind of rain A summer breeze that refreshes the mind You are more sugary than the beet Far more polished than fine gold A gypsy of the journey made of caravans and bold God bless thine cherished breasts And make them tendest and firmest They are our kind of rain Ladies, you are our kind of rain Everyday and every passing moment For thou art great-oo LIKE THAT Tell me who can tell me like that. When your words make me ding a ding along. With affectionale in my heart. You mouth me like that. Tell me who makes my world calm when troubled but sober me. From your hands like that. Are my fingers hurting again after you made me ointment like that? The sun and the moon close their chapters when time is up. But right here beside me like that, singing to me only a song like that. Never to go away a blink in a brink You make my resting place your living place. Tell me who gives me faith like that. On my doorstep you come with woolen like that. And with coal to burn flames when cold. \ When nature betrays my shiver. Herbs hot herbs in a Paris jug on my table when asleep. Tell me who gets me awake like a cycle out for work through the weather like that. My breath, my style no one humbled like you like that. I pray that you make history Monalisa like that. Cos like that you make warring soldiers a Florence Nightingale like that mother Teresa. Tell me ooh tell me how the way you do me like that. BAD MAN DADDY You were a bad man all this while I thought. I have a dad but will never get a dad like you. You are the bad man. When you tell me about the traitor next door I think you are that traitor. You hate me whenever you punish me. Later when deep asleep you will come near my bed to rub your hands at my back, “Son, I'm sorry. I should hope some day you will understand”. I feel your tears. But as bold as a man they will not drip like ice. Cos in you is the fear that I may go wayward. I “School”. And like a friend to my enemy you pull my ears straight into the classroom for every lesson uninteresting. Bad man daddy bad man. What at all have I done to this man to deserve such inhumane treatments. What angers me the most is the way you drag me by the hand in front of everybody and anybody when wrong. As shy as I was I know you want to disgrace me forever. He mustn't eat for three days you always say but I know it will only be for a day. Sweet mum will always come to me hiding and tip-toeing with food to clear my anguish. The nice Parish bowl which makes your dinner a table. Your way of grounding is wicked. Your way of grounding itchy. Four days in a room darkness you call for me. Cos with you all blinds must come down. Bad man daddy you were always the bad man I thought. Now I know daddy all that you said to me. I sat down one day far away from home. And from you to ponder. My senses came home. I never did again what you hated me do. Now I'm so proud having had you as my dad. Father wish you were here to see my days. Bad man daddy, I always thought as much. But since the day we parted company, with the words of your gentility. Never to go the rough way like you did and do and did. I made for myself a smooth young man inside me. And whenever I remember you I wish you were here. Good man daddy. I was bad but always thought you were the one. Good man daddy you are the good father. Bad man daddy I always thought you were bad. A Poem written in honour and in dedication to my late father, Padmore Ofori-Atta Sefah, and to all the so-called bad daddies of the Presby Church of Ghana, Grace Congregation, West Legon branch, Accra-Ghana. Written on the 16th day of June, a night before Father's day. THE TRAITOR NEXT DOOR Teach us how to count O woman The wishful thinking wise of your grey hair. Say to us how the way paves the days Before we be betrayed by our foolish ways. Tell it all to all when darkness befall light O woman. When footprint meets footpath. At the crossroad where we hardly decide easily. Where some words we confide make our standing. That there is a traitor nest door. And we before you know when to speak. Tell the wind about our dwellings. Make known to the angry sun our scotching secret. To shelter our humble plight. And to burn our left-overs like chaff before he who comes comes. His shadow casts slur like tremble. Comes walking coast to coast when in need of Kwatcha to Zambia. Since he made fifty pesos from thirty rupiah a day's boast. Speak to any man from Southeastern Taliban from Indonesia. When Argentina of 1960's adopted Colunbus' dollar. And when we know what to say. Mute like cold the snowy flourish silence. For there is a man outside our window. Who's made friends with our wall. All for the good that stands within the shelter. Teach us O maame Abrewa how to count our time. Cos there is a traitor next door. Whose duty is to trail our weaknesses for meekness. LETTERS IN THE SKY There's a place called heaven no place tight like its plight. We share light on its sight. Where our dreams take light No flight like going sight We stress never say never until we are below drought. Deep thoughts the way we reason Men of charisma and of poetry Courage their paths the journey trails We wait for our dreaming days to turn sunny. And when not asleep. Up into the sky we recall the moon which darkness blue. Someone must have sent us rain early or early rains Our season our bounty. A teacher's prayer for the farmer The Preacher's prayer for the hooker Who comes first before noon when Heaven comes judging But with our dream letters up above A stranger of my type shall bring When on Earth there is no place to safe Our safe above will come with letters from the sky. WHEN IT COMES One day you will find solace in laying your head on my shoulder. Peace and warming as a brightening silver folder. Soothing and pampering as understanding as a mother. And I'll hold you like this the way of her baby. And caress as pressing as hope. Nobody will understand to cope. How sweet and tender you are to me. Only eyes can see the signals that shoots rainbow from above. But between me and you it will always be like that. Some timer when we hold hands like this. Good night pine a poetic line for you. One day you will find solace in chamberlain WE ARE NOT YOUNG Chooboi chooboi cho cho booi. Up on the highest hill stands a scoundrel. Masks and bashing fear sending distant lands. Stand up all you men and women of heat. With sticks and with mallets beside a young stool. Playing the almighty fontonfrom to the chill of all. Peace be my neighbours' and I. Better half a bread gluttoned in peace than unrest with full. Like fire sparks demonstrarion and grief. O'er the past seasons has peace paved route for oppression. Let's go neigh and nay. Against the young and the bald. Who in our freedom they obstruct. Pull down the juicy tree that refurbishes their paunch. No sign over faces like everything is well. Before we lay down for our heads a pillow Cos we are not young A SONNET FOR THE CHURCH AND POLITICS 1. Two country, all large all powerful, The white collar, and the poli-tical suit 3. That be the way of genklemen 4. Two country, the church and Politics. The disarray yard of better thinkin'; 6. Where wishful thinkin' men shun no blinking, 7. Because the pulpit wouldn't stand that mingling And now corruption and bribery feed our land like imperialism 9. If the nation crashes we crash 10. For fear of ridicule just a few are openly talkin about ryt or wrong, the true feature of hooliganism Tear not into pieces the words of the scripture 12. As Christians as taxpayers, forget about politics and remain silent Oh! two country, I seem not to understand 14. But for Jesus Christ, hallelujah, men and women of God would have being in Political suit, but for Jesus Written by Sefah, Ato Welbeck, Tuesday, June 12, 2012. 9:32 anti-meridian, West Legon ELIMINA Elimina, Elimina, Elimina I am with some apostrophies. You wont understand. Pity and oryaaw when you toiled about against your toilings. Tekhira Elimina. As beautiful as every-thing sorrow. Your waves faster than a jumbo jet. You came before Ghana. Land of castles, oldies and youngies. Elimina, you recall the days of bue bue bue the cries of our ancestors. That day of pitiable wailings amidst scornful slavery. How then was the feeling Elimina? Yawson son of Yaws, Anderson son of Anders And all the son sons. Some days artificial were your rumblings. The people who cheated you from Edna. Must I concur to fishing that you be first. Or to shackles that you be second. There we take baskets to the stream to fetch blood. AVEYIME Ahwuu ekekevo 3k3k3-3k3kvor Aveyime they say not I oo that you're a good citizen of Ghana. Tell me what you do that makes them remember your name like something. You palm small than the government indeed you are more of a government. You who cast no net but makes net like my fisherman folks. Aveyime, the hope of our anniversary. You make us luchi. And like men and women of means we sleep well. Ya we sleep well. With you we eat a belly full. Aveyime, I hear your other name is rice. Oh when our homes are nothing but whole and phia we know we wont go to bed on empty bellies. It's not difficult at all for me to accept some facts. In fact when I know of your season. Harvest time and upland and lowland. Mothers with their babies at their back. With sickles and with sticks. With anything called langalanga. People dancing, women and their youngs clapping. Birds flapping, dogs barking, men stumping their feet tum tum tum, nannies and billies and kids m3m3m3m3. Billowing dust noise crying a mixed up feeling of figuring, jiggling, tingling and dingling, klin klin klin, all awaiting their long time over due yearnings. The joy of you has made us forget our yawnings. And now at your doorpost we fear no fear. What must come out of famine. Aveyime Christmas our time I got nothing for Christmas Neither a poem nor in apostrophe nor ode nor sonnet nor couplet nor free verse. That I be praise thee whilst the weather me cold. When you chill me snow. Whip me some many lashes like punisher before the Peninsular. As though I was of the West. And say then after hallelujah to thy name. Naa, for you born was a king that bore the mother's cord like thread. It threads and trail like firing rain. Like a manger like a manger. There's no resting place for a stranger. Now I be saved by grace. I think no wandering a dessert. But free a man who has nothing for bronya. Though happy and free fine boy fine girl. Thank God it's Christmas Cos I've got nothing for Christmas but a line or two for bronya. SONNETS LIKE OURSELVES Some things are worth more than rubies. Even roses white and pure gold High versioned and made well When near come no near stand Bronze blister the helmet of a warrior Though sparkling like dazzle and silver Your beauty casts shadow them all If I then be for your love Why wont lie I on fine linen With the open windows where breeze lay Let me praise your name small After all wat have for short life? O woman of my aisle Beautiful are you when I see your face Even when downcast like a shadow casts Cos you are everything like a perfume I take pleasure from As pretty as pretty Thy face the answer to my troubled heart I've found you like a fallen pin difficult to Who can find you a price Not even a painting from a finest Professor like Glover. Some things are worth more than rubies To me you worth more than water A dirge, all for the death What shall I say then Now that sorrow rest its cold feet on me Like a master taking the servant for a ride Your death now betrays my weaknesses And deep down within me a heavy chamber I pour it down heavily like a heavy downpour It sweeping me off my standing now oo You look me a stranger Who is without a word to utter Who laid yours pillow Like me I be full of drudgery What shall I do then? Have me a willow lay aside me like you Now that I be torn into pieces I go in no peace There is a great billow getting down on me Shall I booze like tonight Or get drunk like a strong liquor Where do I stand now that with me I have no pity for joy Fare thee well I bid you Cos now that you lay rest I be nothing for now but full of sorrow An apostrophe. How some people do crave for salvation but are never sufficient O! light fill my heart And draw away my fears The darkness that suck me high And makes me low like timid Open my eyes like a miracle That I may see the beauty of the naturals The birds that gloom the sky With their sweet melodious tonic sofas They start my midnight with a spark Especially the nightingales I fancy to reach out to Wipe away my tears And hide not me your arms If my stumblings make me cry Stretch forth your hand and touch me When lost and strange to understanding O light enlighten me like Noah Or like a preacher stands before lightening and orders a calm like Jesus Cos like Jesus like Preacher O light blow me some few kisses Someday when I sleep and do not wake up from my darkness Then you give me a second chance Cos with you are more shinnings. A poem about the way some people do moan all their hearts out for the death. Don't cry when you hear me dead Cos for me have no cry Bear yourselves witnesses of the minute that stands by And go settle scores with one another And have have total say in all oneness and togetherness For the soul and the body should be made fit I be young or old But there shall come judgment for me A man of my manifold a maker of me A man of myself Heaven or the gate of Hades I shall go Who can anyway tell the way of the last day Always prepare brethren when we have laid to rest a man Cos each for for himself though found not in our books God will always be for us all. THE END OF LOVE With candles may blow on a table light Red or white Shall be bride or groom a question for two To me beat my heart too The way two faithfuls easily easily become enemies Is not in love with you But anger with earlier To me make it feel like no Can anyone tell where love ends? You've found it today Then be gone when it's tomorrow Rage and anger after joy You heard the Romeo and Juliet Love does end sometimes sour And thou magic moments all forever lost to forgone. Like some two enemies on one yard More than Satan before Jesus Squarely strange and openly mute Oh, love the end of you comes strange many unendings WHAT ARE YOU Shall I connote you to music? W'at if I for pride of heart I see me unravel every line that pleases a woman Here I am passing me over Where younger my stride Still plenty my love Yours like grapes and wine The longer sweet vineyard You shant me know the rest When thou not watchin' Your beauty I watch like gaze I wont deserve shount I Then me here your wantin' Thou art everything made of strings For thou maketh worth of ringin to ring YOUNGEST FOOLISHESS I am holding on to nothing Who can tell me the way I feel When I can leave all behind And only with you I say Thou mean me a rockin' And thou mean me all 'Tis a song sea shanty; where captains aboard on a ship Lo sailors and dukes toast a toast Doth me have opiates into the wind Where get thee drunkards and kings For a tainted memory release me Strap around me feet bare And like Salsa shant I own my walk. SONNETS FOR YOUNG WOMEN They are the sunset shadow Rest like a water in a jar And lay forever softly their head on my chest And that reminds us of something Wow this our my kind of rain As sensual as midnight kisses There is always red on their lips. Where two open together comes a mint She's my warmth in the cold Like a drop of snow from the sky Fallen down on me high She's my kind of rain A summer breeze that refreshens the mind She is more sugary than cane Jobs and businesses A gypsy of the journey made of caravans

THE ANTI-HOMOSEXUAL BILL OF GHANA, 2012 ,by Sefah Ato Welbeck

A BILL TO BE READ AND CONSIDERED BEFORE THE PARLIAMENT OF THE REPUBLIC OF GHANA FOR ANY FURTHER DELIBERATONS. TO BE RECOGNIZED AND GAZETTED AS A SUPPLEMENT TO THE LAWS OF GHANA Be it The Anti-Homosexuality Bill of Ghana THE ANTI HOMOSEXUALITY BILL, 2012 MEMORANDUM 1.1. The Principle Homosexuality or same-sex sexual activity /engagement is not only a disregard of the entire major and the minor religious beliefs including Islamic, Christian, Traditional, Buddhism, Shintoism, Judaism, Confucianism, Zoroastrianism, Hinduism, of our society but also a retrogress to the Ghanaian economic growth and development. Homosexuality, however, is a sexual misnomer or a feeling of abnormal sexual desire for a person of the same sex. A psychological build up and a defiant to moral reasoning and does not in any way bother on human rights. Unless otherwise stated in this Act, sine qua non, homosexuality is not a genetic problem and does not in any way constitute normal sexual aura in the Ghanaian society. The bill serves to protect the Ghanaian cultural heritage and inheritance from Western misnomers, by promoting sexual activities between person of the opposite sex only, thereby prohibiting the acts of homosexuality and prosecuting the offenders of homosexuality and any person or persons who promote(s) or recognize(s) the act of homosexuality directly or indirectly in Ghana. The bill also aims to strengthen the religious, legal, cultural, and educational position of Ghana towards her progress and development for generations and generations yet unborn. 2.1. Defects in Existing Law. This bill is intended to fill the loop-holes in the current existing law of Ghana. It is intended to supplement the 1992 constitution of the Republic of Ghana and the criminal code. Per the criminal code, it is an offence to engage in any sexual activity through the “unnatural canal” but does not comprehensively detail what amounts or constitute “unnatural canal”. Due to the incomprehensiveness of the “unnatural canal” as stated in the criminal code (Section 104 (1b)) the criminal code in itself fails to punish or prosecute persons involved in homosexuality or related activities because of its limited information as to what constitute an offence of homosexuality, written or unwritten. It is against this backdrop that there is the need to make for ourselves a legal document that will investigate charge, prosecute, and fine offenders. It is therefore a civic prudence to prepare for ourselves a concise, clarified, and an in-depth legal backing for anti-homosexuality. Under this Act, it is therefore an offence for any person or persons, organisations, governmental or non-governmental to engage, promote, recognize, adhere, kowtow, direct or indirectly to the act of homosexuality or any related act in Ghana as it amounts to a threat to the Ghanaian cultural inheritance and heritage. 3.0. The Objectives of the Bill. The bill aims to object the following: a) To ensure that marriage, and any form of sexual activity is undertaken between a man and a woman only. b) To protect the Ghanaian society from psychological misnomers, thereby forbidding and prosecuting people engaged in homosexual activities, or any other related activity. c) To provide for ourselves an international recognition, and for Ghana as a sovereign Nation by abrogating ratifications of any international treaties, conventions, protocols, charters, agreements and declarations which contravene the provisions of this act. d) To prohibit the licensing of governments or non-government organisations, within or outside Ghana, direct or indirect, that promotes homosexuality. e) And to prosecute in absentia any Ghanaian who intends to, as a matter of privacy or invasion, travels Abroad to engage in homosexuality as it amounts to crime against justice, and an affront to the provisions of this act. 4.0 ORGANISATION OF ACT. 4.1 Part I of the Bill incorporating article 1 provides for introductory matters relating to interpretation of words, statements and phrases used in the Act. 4.2 Part II of the Bill incorporating article 2-7 is about prohibition of homosexuality, act and the offence of homosexuality. It incorporates also the offence of direct homosexuality, the offence of indirect homosexuality, reasonable motive and the offence of attempted homosexuality, confidentiality and the protection of identity, protection, benefit and compensation to victims of homosexuality. 4.3 Part III of the Bill incorporating article 8-11 introduces other related offences and punishment, secret services and institutions of homosexuality; conspiracy to engage in homosexuality; same sex marriage; public power and collusion to homosexuality. 4.4 Part IV of the Bill incorporation article 12-14 offers the court of law in Ghana jurisdiction and the authority over extra-territorial jurisdictions; and Extradition in relation to the extradition law of Ghana. 4.5 Part V of the Bill incorporating article 15-16 provides for other legalities and the nullification of international concordances that may seek to contradict the Laws of the Republic of Ghana from her sovereignty. Prepared by Sefah, Ato-Welbeck (BSc.) THE ANTI-HOMOSEXUAL BILL, 2012 ARRANGEMENT OF CLAUSES Part I- Preliminary. Clause 1. Definition/interpretation of words and terms. Part II- Prohibition of homosexuality. 2. The act and offence of homosexuality. 3. Indirect homosexuality. 4. Direct homosexuality. 5. Reasonable motive and the offence of attempted homosexuality. 6. Confidentiality and the Protection of Identity. 7. Protection, benefits and compensation to victims of homosexuality. Part III- Other related offences and Punishment. 8. Secret services and institutions of homosexuality. 9. Conspiracy to engage in homosexuality. 10. Same sex marriage. 11. Public Power and collusion of homosexuality. Part IV- Prosecution and Jurisdiction. 12. Jurisdiction. 13. Extra-territorial Jurisdiction. 14. Extradition. 15. Regulation, guidelines and mechanisms. A BILL FOR AN ACT FOR GHANA ENTITLED THE ANTI-HOMOSEXUAL ACT, 2012. An act to ban any form of sexual relations between persons of the same sex; ban the promotion or the recognition of such relations, and to provide for other related matters. BE IT PASSED BY PARLAIMENT AS FOLLOWS: SECTION 1—PRELIMINARY 1. Interpretation. Unless otherwise stated by the context of this Act, ‘‘Sexual activity’’ means the act of acquiring sexual pleasure and enjoyment. ‘‘Lesbian” means a woman/girl who engages in sexual activity with a woman/girl. ‘‘Homosexual” means a male/man who engages in sexual activity with a man/male partner. ‘‘Victim” means a person who is/was engaged in sexual activity or being penetrated, against his/her will. ‘‘Public Power” means the authority given to persons to report cases (and suspected cases) of homosexuality for a follow-up and for a reward accordingly. ‘‘1st offender” means a person convicted of homosexuality but has no past records of homosexuality or related issues. ‘‘2nd offender” means a person with past records of homosexuality or related activities, who is convicted for homosexuality. ‘‘Same sex’’ means a male and a male, or a female and a female “Unnatural canal” means the mouth or anus or the nose or any other organ a part from the vagina or the penis. “Sexual organ” means a male sex organ or the penis or a female sex organ or the vagina. Related activity means all activities between persons of the same sex leading or may lead to the act of homosexuality. “Court of Law” means the court of law in Ghana with the highest jurisprudence and judicature, in the name of the Supreme Court. Part II-PROHIBITION OF HOMOSEXUALITY 2. The act and the offence of Homosexuality Homosexuality is engaging in sexual activity between two persons of the same sex. In cases of hermaphroditic (genderless/sexless), the issue to referred to the medical section of the law court to ascertain the active sexual organ best to the knowledge of the offender. And referred accordingly to the court of law for an advice in relation to this act. (1). A person commits the offense of homosexuality if: (a) S (he) touches or penetrates another person of the same sex with the intention of committing sex. (b). S (he) penetrates another person of the same sex through the unnatural canal, be it consensual or not consensual. (c). S (he) uses a device or an object or sexual contraception to penetrate or stimulate the sexual organ of another person of the same sex consensual or not consensual, with the intention of committing the act of homosexuality. In extreme cases where persons of the same sex with another person of the opposite sex where the person of the opposite sex is used as a cover up for the act of homosexuality. Under this act, homosexuality is an offence and any person or persons found to have committed homosexuality has/have breached the justices of the land or has/have caused a crime against justice and shall be liable on conviction to imprisonment for life. 3. Indirect Homosexuality A person commits the offence of indirect homosexuality if: (a) S (he) recognizes or promotes homosexuality between two or more persons of the same sex (b) S (he) endorses, supports, forces persons of the same sex to engage in the offence of homosexuality. (c) S (he) procures materials of uncensored sexual act indirectly for persons to engage in homosexuality. (d) S (he) blesses a marriage contracted between persons of the same sex. A person found to have committed the offence of indirect homosexuality shall be liable on conviction to imprisonment for five (5) years. 4. Direct homosexuality A person commits the offence of direct homosexuality if: (a) S (he) contracts a marriage with a person of the same sex. (b) S(he) procures materials of uncensored sexual act directly for him/herself or for person to engage in homosexuality (c) S (he) as a result of his/her power/authority threatens or forces or induces or weakens someone to indulge in homosexuality with or without the person’s consent. A person who commits the offence of direct homosexuality shall be liable on conviction to imprisonment for life. 5. Reasonable Motive and The offence of attempted homosexuality A person shall be accused to have had a reasonable motive and attempted to commit homosexuality if: (a) Upon legal proceedings it is ascertained that he/she had a reasonable motive to attempt to commit homosexuality. (b) S (he) waves a signal or shows any sign of identification to a person of the same sex with the intention of having sex. (c) S (he) identifies him/herself through dressing, decoration, make-up or any ornament to attract or signal a person of the same sex with the intention of having sex. (d) S (he) does not engage in any sexual relations but in activities with a person of the same sex (fondling of the private parts, kissing, or related act of homosexuality) leading up to sexual relations. (e) S (he) penetrates or tries to penetrate another person of the same sex without his/her consent with the intention of having sex. A person who commits the offence of attempted homosexuality commits an offence and shall be liable upon conviction to imprisonment for two (2) years. 6. Confidentiality and the protection of identity A victim or convicted persons of homosexuality shall have the identity protected from the public domain and the media due to public acrimony/hostility and threat. And all other information relating to his/her incident forever kept confidential and any other document—in print, photos, or video shall be destroyed by the court of law. (a) At any stage regarding the trial and proceedings of a victim engaged in homosexuality, where the court of law deems fit and appropriate the case shall be held in camera as a cognizance to right to privacy. (b) A victim of homosexuality is not a victim of homosexuality until it is duly proven beyond reasonable doubts that he/she was unduly forced into homosexuality. (c) A person who commits the offence of homosexuality, direct or indirect or attempted homosexuality shall be allowed to enjoy the right to privacy where the court of law deems fit and appropriate. (d) In extreme cases, convicted persons of homosexuality shall be made to wear mask during court proceedings and have their faces casted on air where the need be for the public to have knowledge of the case. In this act, any person or persons, group, institution, governmental or non-governmental organization must acquire the permission of the court of law, before putting any documents relating to any victim of homosexuality, be it news or information to the public domain. Anyone who fails to conform to this provision of the act commits an offence and shall be liable to fine or imprisonment or both. A fine not exceeding twenty-thousand (20,000) currency points. 7. Protection, Benefit and Compensation to victims of homosexuality Under this Act, a person shall be compensated if found to have been coerced or engaged in homosexuality without his/her intention. (a). A victim of homosexuality shall not be convicted for any crime committed as a result of his/her direct involvement in homosexuality. (b). Victims of homosexuality shall be protected and assisted by the court of law to give their accounts of the accident. (c). A compensation shall be paid to the victim of homosexuality by the accused and any other person involved. (d). The court of Law shall upon verification decide the amount of compensation which needs to be paid the victim of homosexuality having considered the degree of harm, injury, punishment, medical and expenses bore by the victim as a result of the offence if any, and any other damage, be it physical, sexual or psychological caused the victim. SECTION III-OTHER RELATED OFFENCES AND PUNISHMENT 8. Secret Services and Institutions of Homosexuality Any person, group, governmental or non-governmental organization, association within or outside Ghana commits an offence under this Act if: (a) Found to be promoting and recognizing or found to have promoted or recognized homosexuality as a service or through any institution, structured or unstructured, housed or not housed. (b) S (he) through espionage or any economic or political turmoil in Ghana promotes or recognizes homosexuality as opportunistic means to make money. (c) Any person who secretly engages minors or person below the constitutional suffrage age of eighteen years (18) in the act of homosexuality. (d) Any 1st offender who at the same time secretly engages the services of minors or persons below the constitutional suffrage age of eighteen years A person found to have breached this section of the provision shall be liable on conviction to life imprisonment and a maximum fine or both or a death penalty. Under this Act, cases of homosexuality shall have no expiration date. All cases relating to homosexuality and homosexuality shall be trialed before the court of law. 9. Conspiracy to engage in homosexuality A person who conspires to promote homosexuality commits an offence if: (a) S (he) conspires with another to persuade another person of the same sex to engage in the act of homosexuality. (b) S (he) conspires with another to bear false witness against another person to have engaged in the act of homosexuality. (c) S (he) conspire with another to intentionally drag or implicate another person in a case involving homosexuality or related offences of which the person dragged or implicated is not guilty of any offence. Any person who conspires to engage another in the act of homosexuality commits an offence and shall be liable on conviction to imprisonment for ten years (10). 10. Same sex marriage. A person commits the offence of direct homosexuality if s (he) contracts a marriage with a person of the same sex and shall be liable on conviction to imprisonment for life. 11. Public Power and Collusion of Homosexuality Power lies in the people and shall be exercised accordingly in relation to the constitution of the Republic of Ghana. Under this Act, the public shall be empowered as a whistle-blower to report cases of homosexuality and other related cases for investigation. However, a reported case with one witness shall not be given much weight until proven further through any extra factual analysis. (a) Any person or persons who report (s) cases of homosexuality with substantial documents shall be made to enjoy a sum token. (b) Any person or persons who collude with another to suppress cases of homosexuality commit (s) an offence. (c) Any person who reports suspected cases of homosexuality and upon a diligent official search by the Ghana Police shall be rewarded a sum token. (d) Any person who purports to have substantial documents and information about cases of homosexuality commits no offence if found to have had false information, and which was through no intention to put the duty of the court of law into disrepute. (e) The amount of sum token to be given to the whistle- blower shall be determined by the court of Law (f) However, in extreme cases where the person or persons charged with the cases of homosexuality demand any damage or compensation from those who had initially purported to have had substantial documents, the court of Law shall proceed to unbiased rulings accordingly. Any person with information regarding cases of homosexuality, and its related offences and yet fails to disclose the information commits an offence, and shall be liable on conviction, if found to have had information as a result of his/her position, to a fine as would be determined by the court of law. SECTION IV-PROSECUTION AND JURISDICTION This Act serves as a direct supplement to the Laws of Ghana, namely the 1992 constitution of the Republic of Ghana, and the criminal code. And to give comprehensive emphasis on the “unnatural canal” phrase in the criminal code. Per the constitution of the Republic of Ghana, any law within or outside Ghana found to be inconsistent its spirit and provisions are considered null and void to the extent of their inconsistency. And in due cognizance of Ghana as a sovereign state like any other sovereign state. 12. Jurisdiction All cases of homosexuality, pursuant to the legal procedure of the Republic of Ghana, shall be trialed by the High Court, and other related cases of homosexuality trialed by the Lower courts. But in cases of extremity under the jurisprudence of the lower courts, the matter shall be referred to a superior court for their advice or judgments. 13. Extra-territorial Jurisdiction This act shall apply to all offences committed outside Ghana where: (a) A Ghanaian citizen goes abroad with the intention of evading the punishments that come along with the offences of homosexuality. (b) A Ghanaian citizen outside the territory of Ghana commits the Act of homosexuality (direct or indirect) or indulges other related activities of homosexuality. (c) A permanent resident of Ghana commits the act of homosexual which constitute an offence of homosexuality under this Act. (d) A Ghanaian citizen outside Ghana is convicted of the act of homosexuality under the laws of that country and applies for extradition. This act shall apply to all persons—Ghanaians or non-Ghanaian residing within Ghana and to all Ghanaian citizens residing outside the territorial borders Ghana. 14. Extradition A person convicted of an offence of homosexuality under this Act shall be liable to extradition under the current existing extradition laws of the Republic of Ghana. SECTION V- OTHER LEGALITIES 15. Nullification of inconsistent international treaties, protocols, declarations and conventions. (a) Any international legal instrument or documentation or backing which does not conform to the provisions enshrined in this Act shall be regarded null and void. (b) Unless otherwise stated by the details of this Act, sexual disorder or any other sexual misnomer or sexual make-up and its related activities shall by no means be used as a justification to legalize homosexuality in Ghana. (c) This act shall take due supremacy over all international laws, treaties, bonds or agreements, be it economic or political, that do not seek to come into agreement with the provisions of this Act. (d) In no way shall a majority of any charter of which Ghana is a member, pass any judgment to dominate the powers, spirits and any of the provisions, as enshrined in this Act to be null and void. 16. Regulations and Mechanisms The Chief Justice of the Republic of Ghana may, by legislative provisions make regulations and some laid down mechanisms, principally for the administration of the provisions of this Act. Our Lord of Justice shall then again by judicial intelligence determine the currency points in equivalence to the currency of the Republic of Ghana. However, in cases of indecisiveness or ambiguity a currency point shall be equivalent to one Ghana cedis (GH¢) Soli Deo Gloria Glory be to God

My Learned Country be careful with you thoughts

The question is, what are the learned people in the country waiting for? Is it not time they came out together to do something about the sparking fireworks of same-sex marriage? And what are the legislators in Ghana waiting for? Have parliamentarians lost focus or have they lost sight of their job specifications? It is very pathetic to live in a country where people seem to know so much but really do not know anything. A country where so-called leaders are already fulled up with the brains of the White-man through his books and concerts. And now, are paralyzed to accept the changeable norms of the day as if they are unchangeable. It is a big shame claiming to be independent yet wait for instructions as to what to do next. Same-sex marriage is not only a threat to our moral standings and our historical bridging but also a huge unrest to the cohesion of African families. Not only a central condemnation of all the religions in the world but also a grave unrest to our future. It is now or never if we as people of independent countries want to stand up and speak for ourselves. Ghana needs to pass a bill that will foresee any future encounters that may rise up with regard to same-sex marriage becoming a part of us. Uganda is so wise to have stood up. God bless Uganda and all the intelligent patriots in the land of Idi Amin. Indeed Uganda to me is now the beacon of hope for mother Africa and not Ghana, Nigeria nor the biggest disgraceful Soweto. Shame unto South Africa, the land which had betrayed the norms of Africa and had forgotten about her history. Nelson Mandela will never be at peace with you South Africa. The history of South Africa is not complete if one is not told the history of other African nations and their helping struggle from Pan-africanism to the Liberation of the black man. So implies Ghana. In the nutshell the history of S.A is not complete if the history of Africa is untold. If I cry for South Africa I cry for Africa. Ghana should stand up and do something about the same-sex marriage lest it becomes too late and weep in awe. The Judiciary has been described as learned fellow yet they behave as though they were brought from the woods. There are many things on my mind, the injustices and the unfair treatment toward the weak and the vulnerable in the society. The slow and the traditional way of handling cases in the courts of law. The abuse of power by the security agencies and the over-empowerment of the President of the republic of Ghana. All in the name of our bogus-like 1992 constitution. Let the elders of the land stand up and see to the passage of the same sex bill into law when they call for its drawing. And let the most influential opinions leaders, chiefs and all the like minded persons of patriotic hearts stand up for the future of mother Ghana. Because if the nation suffers we suffer with it and if the nation prospers we as well prosper. My learned country be wise and realize that well done is better than well said (Benjamin Franklin). God bless me and God bless Ghana. Amen

Poems and Reasoning

Poems written and compiled for public reference by Sefah, Ato-Welbeck.
Any part of these poems can be used with or without prior notification to the author. But to do humanity some good, I strongly recommend that these poems should not be published with the intention of making money. However, one is free to reprint without any citation or whatsoever as professional academics may require, of the work . After all all that we are what we are—all that we had know were all from history.


YAA ASANTEWAA, citations cum apostrophes
Kinki kinki tinko kinki tinko kinki tinko tinko kinki
Ghana Okukudam
Asanteman obaa barima
The true definition of bravery and heroism
The Palm-wine tapper’s aketekyewa
The mother of indiscipline against imperialism

Yaa Asantewaa,
Men had charms, amulets and talisman
But yours was a single barreled ate abrofr3
You cushioned our pillows with your reclination
Through your optimism and determination
When we as men hid under the comfort of our wives’ breast
And under our weak beds we cry our beloved lives
You sparked midnight blues for our dancing

O! Asafo gongo
You defied the rules of male chauvinism and lifted up the candle of do or die
Yaa Asantewaa
Asantewaa kwakyewaa
Kwakyewaa Bruwa
Mefre fre wo te se nea nyankonton re fre fre nsu
In the face of death you never stumbled
When it shown its stained yellowish teeth you even rushed forward
When sons of men could have burgeoned
They covered their faces behind your abosuo
Your death made pepper sweet and bitter our palm-wines
Asaase Yaa your grandmother broke into tears of mixed feeling

Yaa Asantewaa
Mbarima mba Ewura
Your remembrance would forever cause stir amongst our fathers
And upon the heads of our men a mighty squadron of shame
When they remember the day of your prowess
Yaa, yema wo mo opiafo
Yaa Ayekoo fontom
Yaa Ayekoo












KWEGYIR AGGREY
The priest of our ivory tower
Your wit like the garner of Akwasi Broni
The piper who gathered our monies away
Left behind a book the trap of our beginning
You alone saw the secret to our weaknesses

Papa Aggrey
You taught us the conducts of Pan-Africanism
Where our enlightenments were raised up above as high as an old swinging wall clock
But your contract with age and time came impeding your dockets
The big black eagle feeding amongst chickens is spiritual
A friend to the wind a Negro
He pecks with its mooring beak
Now a friend to the sand
Cos’ he is made to believe that he is a chicken

Dokita Aggrey
The half black moon turned white the minute you were born
And our scorching sun rained some cool memories of bonfire
It was the chaff of our minds’ scatter
It was the day’s hope that a man of the books was born
Our stories came changing
And our imaginations sharpened like raging

Our wives, concubines and our women were for the house
And our kitchens for our daughters
Like J in a manger your words ever in jotters
If you educate a man you educate one person but if you educate a girl you educate a nation
It was about your chalk which did teach gender equality and its balance

But today as men and women with our race
We’re still with begging bowls at the Whiteman’s doorstep
Waiting for same old pittances
O! Papa Aggrey, pray for our minds
Cos our minds are still black














KROBO EDUSEI
From the grasslands you become a friend to the bush
And in the forest where mountain Akropong meets you gather some herbs
His many encroachments on strange lands were all welcome
He who foresees evil before evil
The sense of Anokye, the Okomfo made him slippery

Krobo O! Krobo
The envy of the imperialists
The pretender of colonialism
The two sweet shadowy games of the West

Krobo!
You healed many across the tribes of medawase, akpe na me, naa goode, oyi wala don but few came back with appreciation
You favourite palm-wine in that old unpolished calabash

Krobo!
The supreme healer of our papa’s bones
Black name typical of a Blackman
You name is not white’s in your motherland

Krobo, O! Krobo, Krobo!! O!!!
I asked you to stay at home, and to mind only Africa
Cos’ your name alone casts spurs of restlessness on your adversaries
But your love for the world wouldn’t help you listen

Krobo! O! Edusei
The root from our heart, and king, Osei Tutu 1
For your strength your days hated you
And you generation trapped your footprints
Few say you died out of a disease
But I believe the many who said you were assassinated by your obsessed enemies, the West
They say you were a threat to their fame
Because you had the cure to our disease, HIV/AIDS
The flourished motive from the Americas
So they could forever paralyze me and my children

Krobo! O! Krobo!!
It’s me mother Africa calling
Krobo!!!
My heart renders some pitiable blots
And like yesterday
Wish you were here to heal my pain from your boiling pot.






JOMO KENYATTA
The battle fought between one and many, many and one but none was dear
The burning spear that creates morbid fear
Men felt like passing their bowels when they did not need to
By the power of the ancestors your enemies stumbled to
Where they had zero chances to helter-skelter
And with your empty stone bag embraced around your waist
You lit a laughing quibble.
And rant and chant the songs of Nairobi
Your face smeared with gun powder
The scarcity of your contenders
And with your leopard waist cloth you walked mightily like one
And Mao-Mao from the tiger’s belly we had our independence

Jomo, the happiest Sand-boy
Mother Kenya’s favourite, Papa’s fondest
Jomo, our savior and warrior
Your strength was our chaperon
And your shadow was our haven
Jomo, the torchbearer
The bitter pill of the Whiteman
The locust to his farmlands
The gains gained from our sweats
You gave no sleep to your tired sockets

Jomo, Papa Jomo
The sea tides that bid fishes swim well
And the wind waves that carry birds a flapping
Raise alarms for your presence
A man of the people
You together with Azikiwe, Selassie, Senghor, Mulele, Banda, Nyerere, Lumumba, Mandela, and Nkrumah helped quench the taste of Africa with the never ending water from the rift valley
Jomo, O! Jomo
You are always on our minds.
















CRY MY BELOVED COUNTRY CRY
Cry my beloved country
More than worry encircles my belly
And they encroach on my bile
Cry my beloved country cry
To my heavy-laddered heart
I console everyday with some hard boiled bitter juice
The kindly breasts of our mothers quiver with fear
Cos’ the heads of men are not well
Darkness is our friend and we call wrong, right
The future you date is not bright
Cry my beloved country cry
Politics like whirlwind has taken over our four corners
And satire fills to brim our attitude
All I see is like politics in the bedroom
Today, he sees he as she
The lust, long left behind closed doors in S&G now in open doors
And women now pity no sense of guilt like their men
Cry my beloved country cry
The church, the state, walks apart
The few fools rule
And the wise for the ignorant many watch with awe
Today, chickens fly while eagles watch speechlessly
To them I say don’t say politics is not for you
Cry my beloved country cry
THE ANGELS TOO
The Angels too are fond of sharing jokes
A prototype of our daughters
They may sometimes play Ampe who knows
The Angels too play six me ludo, that game of four probable
Those old memories of our recent at3 b3ko awai
Tis, everyone is with a sense of childishness
Buy @ 20 a man; the Angels too have no time for alikoto
Every endeavor pays a price and like twenty two
The Angels too football soccer

The melody of our hearts
Where our pain gets therapy
The sing songs from the Angels too
The chanteuse ou la prima donna
And like mine the parts we play
Turner, Soprano, Auto and like men
The bass of their vocals causes stir

Heaven pours down rain
The Angels too pour down tears some cry when Jesus is angry at us
Dis they be not their but men’s
And like everything of ours
The Angels too have hours

SAVE WHILE YOU MAY
Save while you may
Who said it’s better to do nothing than to do just a little?
Who said little drops of water makes no mighty ocean?
Save while you may
He looked up into the dark skies and said to me
Save while you may
In those smiling days of mine
When I was a boy in my father’s house
Pamper, O Pamper! Was what matter?
I snapped my fingers and I saw assorted foods and drinks
Day by day I would wine and dine in the open
When I whistle I see merry making
And jewelries in treasury boxes be what?
At 23 a young man of many means
I caused wealth to rain wherever I went
Women and enjoyment were my confidants
I had my days as though I were a prince of Persia
I said work was only meant for fools and the lazy
Sons and daughters of men came begging at my door post so they could kill their hunger
But my severity held them by their necks
To them I said baloney
I was longed titled as the honourable prince of fame, superintendent money maker, our father of riches. Jesus on Earth
Signs of wisdom from above
Where the colour of our hairs process like choiresters
Grey hair and old age but a child
The seas that came calling that I may put up treasure for tomorrow
Today mocks at my disaster like glee
I am a dirty fluffy, flicky, flimsy, down-and-out oldie

Save while you may
My son, save while you may
For success is the complement of wisdom at young age
But wisdom is the complement of success at old age
As young my son you ought to be wise
Your big head as the ocean
Be always on the go to use it some tuning
Save while you may my son
The dead has no worry but the living
Change you character if yesterday you were rich but today poor
Hold you character if today rich yesterday poor

Save while you may my son
Save while you may
He said once more
Save while you may
For no morning sun lasts the whole day

Written by: Sefah, Ato-Welbeck
HARMATTAN
Some broken glasses disturb my sole
The spokes from the banku seller’s fire hold my jaw a break
Before the spittle from the shore
I saw a wandering spore
The corner borer that surrounds the many
It is not our main fever
But heavers our shins to dry a river

At tender age some Shea-butter
The tree which bears our shame
The disgrace away from a lady
And the joy of our marriage secret
The bale that breaks our skin some pale
Easy come easy go
Our eyes and noses
Feet and dresses
The gem of a long dusty drill
Today our main diva
Harmattan




Written by: Sefah, Ato-Welbeck

SING PRAISES
Like the birds that echo the morning dew
The soothing words our wandering Jew
O’er seas and valleys abound
The melodies fly like wings
The winter cold blew our laughter
The autuum fever brought today our fears
Cry now the mute
The white waving choral handkerchiefs
The perfumes from du papu
Amidst claps of the glad
The folding of the sad
Sing praises

Sing praises the farewell to ahupupuo and ahututuo
Today my joy tomorrow my doubts
The flying dreams of last week
Sing praises and sing
The day we taught a baby smile
My friend and, my friends
In all things
Sing praises


Written by: Sefah, Ato-Welbeck

O! ANANSEWAA
You who pat my chest with morning fresh palm-wine
You who knead your bread beside my hunger
Where I eat to a belly full
You bore the breast for Ntikuma
And with your warm nipples when covered put Naakowia to weep
As always when we need to sleep
On our old wretched bamboo bed you sigh me some panting dew
And as graceful as a gazelle you settle my sharp eye balls to rolling
And the smell of your skin envelopes me through the forest
In my largest funeral cloth the traces of your yoomo

O! Anansewaa
Your gun rests in my room
And without your consent I can only throw stones at birds
Gathering Bansri, Koosri, juju water, and drinking water
Are my house chores when you sleep for a long waiting
At home a fool--no man knows
Come quick and let us smoke some pipes like bronya
O! Anansewaa
My waist reminds me of you
And the tattered cotton mat which you left behind questions me about your whereabouts
The stones that said throw me roofing
Today leave me a rest
O! Anansewaa the belly of my babies never leave me alone.
FAR TOO LONG
Sometimes the black hold the skies from the blue skies
And when I am without you I keep sinking
One of these days I shall find you a warm caring
No place like home, our mornings’ sharing

Where your beats like mine
We will dance and dine
The last day of my life
To the tunes of a wife

O! Our mother and our source
When I am back far too long from trek like Papa
I shall tell my stories about my getaways
And hallelujah! Now free I will sing you some happy ways









Written by: Sefah, Ato-Welbeck
I HAVE A STORY
He closed his eyes and nodded his head and said
Son, I have a story
I have a story
One day I’ll tell my story
And who cares to hear my story

When I am able to make it in life
When I have crossed all my rivers, vales, hurdles and have overcome my barriers and fears
There I shall sit on radio
Not that of today’s but that of discerning groupe de reflexion
And on T.V to tell my story
Someone somewhere who knows nothing but a few
Will quickly gather some two and write about me as if they knew me

There, someone will care
There, people will have the wherewithal from my stories
And their families will go to bed hungry no more
I will tell about a rogue and vagabond turned a disciplined and principled young man
All because of one thing
The fear of the Lord which in and about me
I shall tell about the kinds of friends I made
And about how I got the Old Italian adage, show me your friend and I will tell you your character, defied

I have a story and someday people will care about it if I make it
Like the court of law it has no time for no case
The society too has no time for no story
Like our father Bob Marley, they gave me a star treatment simply because I was making a lot of money but I was just as good when I was poor.
I shall tell the story the way it is
And if you don’t like my story write your story
Like Martin Luther’s, mine is not a dream
I have a story and mine is just a one day story















Written by: Sefah, Ato-Welbeck

OUR GIRL
Don’t say my girl when at 9:00 p.m.
She says am at home when she’s in town
When her manes causes her not to return your missed calls
If she says I am Angela when she is Grace
Don’t say my girl when young and not married to her
When she smells perfumes and sparkles shinning
She says uuhm uuhm a friend bought it for me
There do not ask if the friend be s (he)
Don’t say my girl
She is only yours when in your closet
In your room at day night or in the dark having four legs
But no more yours when outside in the dark counting dresses
Don’t say my girl
But say our girl






I SHALL TELL MY MOTHER, an Ode

I was small today big
But I still need a consoler
Cos’ everyone needs a comforter
I shall tell my mother

About the struggles I have been through
About the dooms of my yesterdays
When she was away
And when I had gone into the woods
I shall tell her about my heart beats

I shall tell my mother about my broken heart
The pain I have had to endure the moment my women left me a goodbye
How a man became a woman down on his knees crying to a woman
The long for nothing humble kotows before heartless

I shall ask her to tell me more about women
Cos I have forgotten the advices she sung to me
I shall ask her to tell me much about myself
She knows best the hunger of my belly

I shall tell my mother all the times she was with me building a hood
But one thing she forgot about a mood
Hope she re-writes me some stories for my boring moorings
When she is here with me having taken a sigh of at home
I shall tell my mother
POETRY, LINEAGE DISCRIPTION
Soledad





















OUR HUSBAND’S HUSBAND, A poem condemning same-sex marriage

Have we lost the pride of womanhood or have we parted traditions with men? Or have men now found a square hole for round pegs?
The society we made, now makes us and the toils of our bare-foot and of our krachi-powers now have brains that fly
Cry my beloved country cry cos’ since when did the source of the spring become the man
Like a stunned eagle watches the tortoise fly
Men now bear seeds while women bear words
Our husband’s husband
The man who lies down in dippers
In wait for a man like a woman
This is a world of satire
A world where foolishness yesterday today dead
We cry some pleas for mercy
That sons and daughter of our time learn from their follies
Our husband’s husband
The unpolished dirty yellowish fluffy broken calabash of recent memory and misery
Like our husband and our wife
He whistles some calling tunes to air
And shame has located its thistles unto our doorway
Oh what a pity brought upon by our husband’s husband
The unspeakable thoughts of our dailies
The imaginable lobbies of our silent politicians
Follies mere follies rest asunder under our trees
For peace and disdain now couples
All in the shameful sockets of our husband’s husband.
IN A WOMAN’S CHEST
From the tempest flows
Onwards the fears of our blows
The cries of our fresh woes
Nearer the surroundings of our foes
The thunder strike from the momentum scores
The pity of our wounds
Now and then the worries of our bounds
In their cloth and in their abosuo
In a woman’s chest
Heavy, heavy is the laden heart
The concerns and the regards for the nation
Our homes and our houses
The silent prayer of vulnerable
Our women and our children
A sober mind minding no business of one
But two and many
One unseeing concern always quick to be told
All the silence to bear
In a woman’s chest the unknown tears





POLITICS IN THE BEDROOM
The lone voice in the dessert cries out aloud
It is the voice of a baby
It is the voice of a woman
It is the voice of an orphan girl
It is the voice of a woman in labour
It is the voice of persons with disabilities from the other side of the wall
The first cries, I wish I was not born cos I didn’t come well
The second cries, I wish I cud fly away to a place of few talks but many actions
The third cries, till when will men continue to make mistakes, till when will men continue to dorminate the world
The fourth cries, I wish I was created normal, I wish I could also be treated the same way as normal persons are treated
And I wish God would listen to me when I pray for my country cos a nation which does not take care of its disableds hardly prospers
All together they wander and search for their livings souls a rest
Where darkness meets sunlight
The source of the spring, the woman
But the sorrow in a woman’s chest the curses unto the nation
Everything is shrouded in secrecy
And all things are done under the pillows of corruption and bribery
For all I see is politics in the bedroom




THE FEW (POLITICIANS) ARE KILLING THE MANY
Ghana is sick

O! The dawn of my tempest soul
Here I come with words of explanation from a fallen dome
Console me not until the sun sighs me some peace of mind
Cos the nation is not well

Ghana is not crazy
But one thing has made her seem so
The nkwasiasems that erupts to shower
The nyansasems that kotow to power
And the overlord of honourable A.A
Yesterday’s common kwesi Adu Appiah
They act satire- they talk satire and they eat satire
They talk of its death
And they portray as the supremo de supremo
All in the name of political power
But they are the least workers in the society

Ghana is no crazy
My tempest failing memory
If I recall gone are the days when we had men and women of visions
Thinkers of great thoughts and born leaders of men
With tears of real dedication
Patriotism today I see is dead
And a heavy mistaken heart I cry today
For Christians have failed to be seen in my political spectrum
And all I see is politics in the bedroom
It stands at the high street of Accra and says: complacency, indiscipline, cowardice, corruption, lackadaisical, injustice and what have you are all in my right hand
Tomorrow comes I increase its strength with my right hand and cast them the more on your institutions

Ghana is not crazy
O! my white friend
Forgive me for my old prejudiced memory
I thought you demon
I though you mammon
I thought you said the hippopotamus was not an ugly animal
Now I know that the black man is not well prepared to govern
Cos nearly all men can stand adversity but if you want to test the character of a man give him power my Lincoln my said

Ghana is not crazy
O! My black neighbour
The brain of my brain
The heart of my heart
And the soul of my tempest morning breathe
Wouldn’t you help me wield ourselves with armour?
Wouldn’t you help me sound the drums of aph3yie?
Before darkness comes?

O! Mother
I thought you stupid
I though the land you left behind was red
Forget the pain of the Whiteman
And consider the piercings of the Blackman
Today on your own soil where we lay our sweat and toils
Crocodiles eat their own eggs
The few are killing the many
Here on the land which you bore
Politics is war
And war is politics
Cos power create my thinkings some sore
All because the few are killing the many


THE CPP
Your party, my party, our party
The early days of our political scuffle
Where we cry our beloved country and make erections our solemn grounds.
Where we had our toils like that of Cain and our empty sojourning like Abel’s.
Mothers and babies, men and children each with their belly pain a painful discus
Carrying on their heads buckets of tribulations the places where we had many scores
Our memories today are far left beside the shore and our tears now belittle our sweats
The down pour cast of lovely moments.
With songs and with claps as though we were going places we set foot on a high journey where we know not our coming pain.
We play our lovely gongor with sticks and with mallets.
With anything that says play me a tune.
On the dancing floor we display our dancing moves the old going folks of our time.
Today refined the sweet panting flexing muscles of Azonto.
Our written celebrations are washed away
And our tears today rekindle like morning
As teetering as a pin ball.
A giant proper is fallen.
The glasses that bore semi-witnesses to our story are swept into the wind
It is the Convention people’s party.
It is yesterday’s Convention Youth Organisation
Now shatter and drill deep
Pinching our hearts of old day patriotism
Woe betides men and women of age
The crushers and the thrashers
When our hook gets loose
And breaks the goring a come back
We say no to forgiveness
Cos’ their foments today be-cry our commitment
And torments our virulence
Dedicated to: All women Nkrumahists.















SOLEDAD (Apostrophe)
Soledad, my breath, my belly
Music to my ears
My wrong, my right
The gypsy of caravans
Travelling 35 miles a Cairo journey
Soledad
Grinding the cuddle
And taking back to tongue
She was sole on cold
Warm sole in silvery slipper-on
How different was she?
So different
She was a daddy to mum
At church wearing a holey pair of jeans
In robe she led
But in the evenings
Always beside me in bed
She was Soledad
My chest, my skin
The deep cut inhaler
My strength, my hope
She was always Soledad
Does she intrigue?
Oh! Yes she does
Indeed that she does
Her nipples, her warm embracing smiles
Her bright morning glittering eyes
Open two, a hollow stir
Amongst men and preacher-men
With guns and roses
Tapes and scissors
But to me she was always my Soledad


Dedicated to: All the young women in the church














AMANDA (Apostrophe)
My sage, my rage
Covering the face a veil
Her picture to seal
A Christian and a Mary

Amanda
My pride, my stride
Foolishness and goodness
My naughty loyal madness

Amanda
My prayer, my hope
On Fridays, a woman Sufist
Almanac standing 4 feet 3 inches bowing 3 inches on flat

Amanda
Many women amaze
But you surpass them all
Cos’ like a goddess
You dazzle sorcerers
Amanda

Dedicated to:

A THIEF AMONGST US, A Poem Condemning Neo-Imperialism and Neo-Colonialism
Fellow Africans, Abu and Khan
Mamaa, Papaa
There is a thief amongst us
He who lies in wait for our substance
Gathers our field better from its green
To low the level it started from
And tells us the hippopotamus isn’t an ugly animal

There is a thief amongst us
Not one of us but now more than one of us
Today dictates to us like Baaba
To both the young and the old
My friend and my good brother
Here on our own land
Where we toil and wipe our sweat
Where we say goodbye to the evening
And bow our heads to sleep waiting for morrow
Praying God to pour down the rain
To increase our barns and yarns
You can only imagine a fantasy
Because here on our land where we pant for the sun
There is a thief amongst us.


THE LAY SNAKE OF CHIPOROPORO
Long live the country of my country
The land where we had our fatty
And the struggles of dirty
Gone yesterday the days of our cries
On the far left side of our chaos
Where we dry some merry go making

Lord of Heavens and Earth
Our struggle now shoulder
And our skepticism on our own land default our memories
The remembrance from yesterday
When we were we not
But today the fighting have made us we

The lay snake of Chiporoporo
The is a snake among us
It stretches forth its head long
In the midst of our affairs
To interfere and to confess
But not the truth told by our ancestors
It is White and black
The doubts of our tomorrow

The lay snake
They call him Guy Scott
But the land calls him the loving Satan
Let our mistakes not over shadow our minds
For the days of imperialism and colonialism
Over and over says the mighty ocean of Chiporoporo

Beware the people of Zambia
There is a lay snake at our doorpost
It is white but black to it professes
The domicile of Michael Sata
The domicile to be of our tomorrow


Beware the people of Zambia
For there is a lay snake that says
Take me away to your chambers
And befriend me against the West
One day we all be questioned by our follies
And have our ways like that of our beloved motherland
When it had many a struggle
And little the milk She had bore herself

There is a lay snake we all talk not about
It is man in demon clothing
He is Guy Scott in the middle of our affairs
The snake Vice-President of our Land
Beware the people of Zambia
For there is lay snake at our corner stone.

THE JUDICIAL COUNCIL OF GHANA MUST SIT UP

The recent case about one NDC sympathizer and a self-styled businessman, Mr. Agbesi Woyome, and the massive judgment debt (GHC50M) is so pathetic to the good and reasonable people of Ghana. What saddens the most is that the president of Ghana, in the person of John Atta Mills seems to have had a total complacency on the entire move. The president of the republic of Ghana initially claimed that he knew nothing about the whole payment but now professes to have given order for the payment to stop.

Today, just as it was in the issue of the then NDC's CIB and its scandalous event. All and sundry in this very current administration is claiming oblivion.

What are we as a nation doing and to where are we as a poor nation of high literacy rate heading towards?

Where is the judiciary council of Ghana, the people who profess to be called, our learned friends are indeed our moronic friends.

The issue of the judgment debt clearly points out that the so called president of Ghana is no longer in control of the affairs of the nation.

If surely he did, then he would have known whatever goes on in the nation, and in fact whatever comes in and goes out of the nation.

It is foolishness(sorry for my insult.Any way this is insult in the right order) for the president, who is the main manager of the economy, the man mandated to stand on behalf of the good people of Ghana to have said that he gave out the directive for the payment of be stopped but his people went ahead and made the payment.

Nothing worries me the most than our moronic people, the juducial servive of Ghana. What they have failed to realize is the fact that, this very act of the president amount to impeachment in all senses.

But. because of politics having taken all the four corners of the nation, they all sit uncornec as if nothing had happenec. To me I think the lawyers and the judges of Ghana are not very serious with their work. And they do not actually understand the law they did.
It is a suggestion that they all go back and read Latin, as a way of getting the full basics of law and principle.

Shame on the judicial service of GHANA for their shallow mindedness and their big time moronic thoughts. Lawyer who for time immemorial could not decipher between rule of law and the overlord superiority of the Politician. To the extent that they allow their rulings to be tampered with by common men ( President) Yes, it is affront to justice and inimical to rule of law for any president, either Jesus on earth or Satan in much prowess to grant a parole to political prisoners. Very stupid indeed.
Biased judicial who do not know much. Today we all talk about politics of insult but it seems most people do not understand the true meaning of insult. And they say two wrongs do not make a right. who said. A wrong intented to instil a sense of maturity into an insane mind is a right in itself.

The judicial council of Ghana needs to sit up cos revolution is coming. And per the saying of Martin Luther, injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.