Reckless

When you walk into a hall full of introverts and you find one noisy extrovert,

When you walk into a ladies’ change room and you find one male janitor pretending to be cleaning the window panes,

When you walk into a class full of thinkers and problem solvers and you find that one guitar-weilding fellow absent-mindedly plucking at the strings,

Whenever there are TTs on fleek going, there is this one follower of yours who is busy retweeting pictures from @TitiesOnFleek

And you ask yourself “Who the heck is this guy?”

The guy you find walking around on campus with one leg and half

The guy who walks into a silent auditorium whistling tunes that makes no sense,

And everyone around turns With their eyes reading, “Who the heck is this guy?”

But hey, relax. My name is Prince, not “This Guy”.

I can see I’m making progress indeed,

Because I have decided to stop looking like a pathetic guy with a different gait in need.

More like a freestyle,

Planned but not rehearsed; no more looping of a daily routine.

More like Agya Koo,

Scripted but not controlled by its words like a machine.

And oh! The fear of an insufficient tomorrow?

Like how you and I panic when we hear of imminent sorrow?

Nah! Let’s  not throw the towel in,

Go with the wind; but with caution.

Life can’t be that complicated.

Even if it is we are the very ones who complicate it

With our worries, insecurities and fears.

How about you see life this way:

No matter what you do; good or bad, consequences seems to be inevitable.

 Difference is one is less painful and gruesome.

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CURLY HAIRED DEITY

CURLY HAIRED DEITY

 

Sitting around the bonfire, like a litter of puppies suckling on their mother’s ever-nourishing breasts.

With our eyes wide open and our ears pricked like greyhounds ready to pick the waves from the mind of Bolarinwa the Great Orator.

I remember this very well,

How, with much eagerness and excitement my playmates then and I asked him,

“Uncu, we dey wait they story oh. Time don reach na”

He cleared his throat as he held his staff tight.

“My children, I want to tell you a great story,”

He said as he looked around to see if we were following.

He seemed to love what he saw, we were gleaming with excitement.

He adjusted himself and continued,

“About someone mighty, a great deity

At whose beck and call is Mother Nature.

She walks on stars and leaves behind her, trails of

Hoolahoops like the rings of Neptune, and traps shooting stars, using them as the sand in her hourglass.

My children, you might not understand, but this is not even enough to describe her awesomeness.

Her eyes sparkled as a reservoir of uncut diamonds would.

Her graceful gait like a wavy nebula system in motion.

And when she speaks,”

Uncu Bolarinwa paused and took a deep breath.

“It snows.”

Honestly, if you ask me if I understood half the things he  said,

I really can’t say for sure that I did.

If I should write all the description he went on and on and on about, I would run out of ink and paper.

Nevertheless, it was more of an ear candy,

We loved how he always use big words; so we thought.

And how he tend to use his stories to make us feel dandy

“But,”

He said with great intensity

And that was where my interest began to gather momentum,

The story just began

“She wasn’t known for any of that.

Neither was she known for her kind heart

She wasn’t even acknowledged for her power and dominance,

Not for her ability to make great men look like mere boys.

But the magic her hair did when she flipped it,

The way each strand of hair glowed in the dark like molten gold,

were so perfectly wavy, you would think they were made in the workshop.”

Nah, see I ain’t doing this.

I won’t go down memory lane just to tell you all the things he said about some deity’s hair.

I mean, tell us she could do things Venus, (please insert all of ‘em female gods here for me) couldn’t do.

But it really baffles me how, of all the things she could do, her hair was what stood out.

Then I remembered.

“Oh! We are in Africa”

BLUE BIRD AND A TICK

BLUE BIRD AND A TICK

 

20 messages from 4 conversations.

Two new followers.

Adwoa Smart just liked your LONG note.

3 new snaps view.

12 revines.

Warning! Battery level ain’t on a fleek bruh!

 

Reduced totally to pop sounds and notifications, all in the name of technological simplifications; are awesome conversations and serenading.

Back screen lights almost like stars now if you were staring down from a hot air balloon at night.

Red for no,

Green for yes.

Enter, backspace, enter again for a session of brief “hello –hi” conversations.

Blood pulses now taking the form of electrical pulses,

Heartbeats now morphing into gadgets’ vibration,

Break a leg but don’t break the screen,

“Open the app at this time, let’s have our meeting”, while the open airy space behind the gardens lays unused.

Cries of drop that yam, when you pull out a “simple” phone,

Missed calls aren’t rose flowers anymore,

Text messages now outmoded, they seems more like the only medium telecommunication companies use to transmit their annoying messages.

Of course,

“Hey can we meet at Eddies Pizza at 5 today,” now “Hey check your whatsapp”.

When was the last you picked a newspaper?

Compared to how you constantly scroll through your social media news feed?

When was the last time you called to say hello?

Compared to the number of times your heart skips a beat when you get two blue ticks yet no reply?

When was the last time you dropped your phone and took a stroll?

Compared to the number of times you wake up and first thing is you stretched your hand to pick your phone?

Smartphones et al are unbeatably awesome, helpful tools,

But don’t let them make us look like a bunch of i-can’t-live-life-without-this-phone fools.

If there was a sentence setting up us in front of a firing squad,

I will be the first to go,

Followed by the rest of you phone-hoarding zombies.

 

 

Love Yours

So I haven’t put up a blog post in a long time, not necessarily because of a writer’s block that seems to not want to wear out; I can still feel its icy hands on my creative nerves, not because of laziness, not because I couldn’t find something to write on or ran out of ideas, but simply because of fear and insecurities.

Fear that my write up might not be appealing

Fear that i don’t really have what it takes to be a poet, art and book lover, writer and a blogger 

Fear that I might end up making some grammatical error, like I always do, and not realize it, then get ridiculed for it.

Fear that it might not be perfect like I think it is

Fear that my insecurities of not being good enough will creep into my blog post and snatch away the beauty of what I have written.

Fear that those I admire and hope they love what I put up will not even like it

Fear that what I know might not be enough to make a beautiful post

Fear that my post won’t be as awesome as that of the coolest bloggers around

Fear of my numerous insecurities

Insecurities that made the pen feel heavy in my hand

Insecurities that constantly reminded me that I am not good enough

Insecurities that made me look down on how awesome I could actually be with words, pen and a paper

Insecurities that made me ponder on the one or two things I was doing wrong and ignoring the thousand and one things I was doing right when I write

Insecurities upon insecurities

Fears upon fears

Fears embedded in insecurities and studded with chronic laziness, excuses and writer’s block.

I could go on and on and on but this year, its one of my resolution to be a better person in all area of my life, but how can I be better if I don’t practice? If I don’t make effort to cancel out my fears and insecurities. I love writing, and for each day I refuse to write, part of me dies, I can’t keep living that way. So I will do me henceforth, make efforts to be better, so as much as you my dear reader will also enjoy the thoughts my brain brews. And forgive me in advance in my future blogs’ grammatical errors and whatever might not be in place “rightfully” but I do hope you enjoy.

 

The aim that this blog hopes to realize at the end of the race, hopefully starts henceforth. Cheers to a year of overcoming our individual fears and insecurities. Whatever is yours, my dear reader, you can overcome it. Know that you are not Alone. You aren’t alone.

 

Celebrating AFRICA with AfroBloggers

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Out of the blue, my very annoying sweet sister, nutritionist and chef, therapist and friend; Amma (@MsAnarfi) nominated me to hop on the CELEBRATING AFRICA WITH AFROBLOGERS train, well well well, ain’t that deep? (oya snap your fingers, I did something here.)

 

I recently followed afrobloggers, one beautiful Wednesday evening after I saw them appear on my timeline on twitter (I should think it was Doctor Albert; @al_Bert_ who did retweet them) and they were asking for links to blog posts and poems on LOVE. Caught my attention. I did share one of my poem I did on love, a duet with Naa actually; https://bragiapollohaven.wordpress.com/2015/07/10/366-rollercoaster-days/ . so yeah that’s how I got to know of AfroBloggers and I think they are doing a pretty awesome job of connecting bloggers in Africa and this challenge is a proof.

 

I talk a lot, so you will have to pardon me when I someway somehow somewhere seem to beat around the bush in this post but I will do my best to try and contain my excitement and do justice to this.

 

Chale Amma, thanks for Nominating me.

 

So my Names are Prince Enoch Kojo Afful, but I am more accustomed to Prince, mainly because I’ve been called by that since I was born, even my parents hardly call me Enoch or Kojo, just Prince. You’d be saving yourself the trouble and not try to call me Kojo or Enoch, I might not respond, I always most often forget that those are my names too. Maybe its about time I let people actually call me by those. Anyways I was born and raised in Nigeria, Karu Abuja, to be precise. Although my parents are Ghanaians, myself and my two younger siblings all grew up in Nigeria before we recently moved to Ghana for the first time in our lives (for my siblings and i) somewhere in August 2007. At some point in time, I even started to feel like I am actually a Nigerian. As to how my parent ended up in Nigeria, is a story for another day. But then I love to see myself as half Ghanaian, half Nigeria, and I love to see it as a blessing having to experience two different but almost the same side of Africa. Thanks to growing up in Nigeria I, Yoruba, Hausa and a teeny weeeny bit of Igbo, isn’t a problem for me (doesn’t mean you should start asking me what some words means oooo, you’d have to pay) and Ow! Did I mention while in Nigeria i was given two names, Emeka (Amongst my Igbo friend) and Monday (amongst mu Yoruba friends). To cut the story short, I spent the first 15 years of my life growing up in Nigeria, and it went a long way shaping me, I dressed like them, behaved like them, I even had their accent, a thick one, so much that when I came to Ghana I felt a little bit like a stranger and no one would believe me when I said I was Ghanaian.

 

Having to have had the chance to experience life in Nigeria and In Ghana, I must say that Africa is really a dynamic culturally diverse but amazingly united continent. The Food, the languages, the cultures, the heritages and histories, the traditions and festivals, the Norms all of these diverse in many ways but somehow they seem to be connected, you can actually draw a single line through Africa without a break to show that two or three or four or thousand things that every African Country share, like how I got to discover that the Ga’s of Ghana have a link with the Yorubas of Nigeria (and the similarity in culture is amazingly striking, to think they both have the “silent H” articulation) having to experience life from this two different places, I can for sure say something about other Africans, they are amazing people. Look past our woes, and you will see how beautiful of a Continent Africa is.

 

Africa is really blessed, from all of our natural resources down to us the beautiful strong Africans, we just have to sit up and do things right in terms of our governance, educational sector and resource management, I feel we have delayed in becoming the great continent that other continents are supposed to look up to. But I do have faith in Africa, I mean look around you, we are slowly but gradually taking over and with time, very soon we will actually be the yardstick for other continents. God Bless Africa

 

(I actually can’t believe I am ending the post here, I want to rant more)

 

But I should end so that others will carry on from where I stopped and i’d like to nominate these aweome bloggers as well to continue this train;

  1. @shep_jnr
  2. @_NaaMomo
  3. @M_animah
  4. @_insideout_Oreo
  5. @truecoaster
  6. @_Reedah
  7. @Ozion
  8. @al_Bert_
  9. @NJbraso
  10. @eli_sabblah

I really want to nominate more than 10 (but for rules) but it won’t bite if I add some more . Would it??

  1. @aghanaiangirl
  2. @Okundayor
  3. @mr_Asante
  4. @SwayeKidd
  5. @MrCyrilBanya
  6. @Ms_AAjay
  7. @worthyblvckGh
  8. @Afadjato

I hope I don’t get into trouble for going beyond 10 but hey!! Anything to get people celebrate Africa is worth breaking a leg for. Love you all, ow and you reading this alone, makes you a nominee for this challenge.

 

This is how the award works:

  1. Once you are nominated, make a post titled CELEBRATING AFRICA WITH AFROBLOGGERS.
  2. Your post should share a brief on Afrobloggers and the work they are doing. Also thank and link  the person who nominated you.
  3. Celebrate Africa in the way you feel is more appropriate and in line with your blog”s overall theme.
  4. Nominate 5 -10 other bloggers who you feel are worthy of this award. Let them know they have been nominated by commenting on one of their posts. You can also nominate the person who nominated you.
  5. Ensure all of these bloggers are of African heritage.
  6. Lastly, COPY these rules in the post and include the link to this original post.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#StateOfMyMind (THE CALL)

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I might end up not going straight into why this blog post was made, if I were to start with my own depression story and currently messed up psychological health I might not even finish. So I will save it all for another time. Till then, let’s just jump right into it.

For the past couple of weeks, you would have noticed that a particular twitter trend, #StateOfMyMind, has been popping up on your timelines, with different participants expressing how they feel, sometimes jovial, sometimes really serious, and we had some very insightful and touching blog posts;

State of my mind. ” Innate Outlook ” http://wp.me/p4ocsD-4z via @kwakuanansee

#StateOfMyMind http://wp.me/p3SFr3-bq via @MsAnarfi

The Importance of the Choice (#StateOfMyMind) http://wp.me/p3lVEB-iO via @_Akotowaa

#StateOfMyMind http://wp.me/p5kid0-c via @sirkaymo

Altogether, you might be wondering what this is all about, and some may have figured out already. But in all situations, this post is to clear the clouds and get some rays  shining on the purpose of #StateOfMyMind.

We happen to live in a society where not much is done about mental and psychological health issues such as stress, depression, the feeling of social exclusion, mental exhaustion and the likes. I could go on with different instances but let’s save it and talk more about what this project intends to address. There are a lot of people around us who are going through a lot, psychologically and mentally but are either;

  1. not sure of what to do
  2. Afraid to share what they are going thru for the fear of being ridiculed or seen as weak
  3. oblivious to their conditions, brushing them off as “just feelings”

Whichever way you spin it, it all boils down to the fact that there aren’t enough structures for us to channel what’s bothering us, especially being ridiculed when we speak out or try to, about the things that mentally disturbs us. What are we doing about it?? Should we allow this to go on?? Should we keep “being strong” like the Africans we are?? This shouldn’t be the case at all, because people are dying from it in all senses (suicide in Ghana is a thing). In Amma’s words:

“Ghana ha deɛ yɛnni time for saa nneɛma no o. Deɛn ne depression ne saa deɛ ɛkekakeka ho no?? Aborɔfo na wɔnnom wɔ saa adaagyeɛ for things like that o. Nti gyae gyimie no koraa na pɛ nsuo bi nom. Kɔm de wo a wose depression!”

such response are cankers and are eating us up. What are we doing about this?

This is why, Ladies and gentlemen, this project, STATE OF MY MIND is here. To provide a platform for us all to speak out and share our experiences with that which “kills”, and to eventually kill

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#StateOfMyMind will be in various Phases. The first phase, the reason for this announcement, is a spoken word video. One in which I will hit on psychological issues like stress, depression et al, and all that I think about it. But this time, I want the video to be a collage of people’s stories too, and their states of mind. By that I mean I want you guys to be a part of this video, with your version of your #StateOfMyMind story in the form of texts, videos, audios, pictures, artworks which I will collate and include in the video. So Ladies and Gentlemen, this is where I make that call. i want you to share your story with me and tell us your state of mind with any of these

  1. video (30secs long)
  2. text (300 characters)
  3. pictures
  4. audio(20seconds long)
  5. art works and photography depicting a state of mind

Submissions are in two categories (you can do just one or all of them, totally your choice)

  1. to share your story and state of mind
  2. message of encouragement to lift someone’s spirit

And you can choose to be anonymous or not. Do send your contributions to:

  • poetykprynx@gmail.com or
  • whatsapp +233-573-875-982,

Deadline is the 30th May, 2016. Lets share the experience together, let’s all take this first bold step of this journey we are about to start.

Before I draw the curtains on this blog post, I would love to use this opportunity to make an open call to all mental health institutions in Ghana and other related stakeholders, to come on board and push the project forward because, it’s about time we tackled this issue. If you are reading this post and you know of any institution that needs to be on board, please do draw their attention to this.

I look forward to receiving your submissions, oh! and don’t forget to share and tell your friends about this. Let’s all be a part of this!

And to close this, in the Words of my flyest Novelist and poet; Ivana:

” never fear that you don’t have a choice; and every time you feel like the breath is going out of you, CHOOSE LIFE, always. God loves you. I love you”

i love you all. seriously, i love you all.

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-Poetyk Prynx

Broken Legs

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There is more to what meets the eye

There is more to what meets the I only saw. There is more than just mindless conclusions And fact less assumptions. All the concluding, judging, condemning and shaming without asking is just a modern form of crucifixion

If it were possible that we are hospitalized for anytime we jumped into conclusions we’d all be on hospital beds with broken legs, because the idea we built in our minds and jumped from is way so far from the truth.

We spend so much time trying to carve it out from what just meets the eye when really we should dig for the root.

E check like the things we no really know about be porno, we see noor we root

Don’t tell me you don’t know about this, because we are all recruits of the mass stereotyped generalization, this is the truth

Don’t tell you don’t see the point that this poem is trying to make already, you can choose to play deaf but we can never run from the truth.

The fact that we make pact with mindless conclusions without asking some questions about why something is the way it is and why someone is the way he or she is and why they do what they do.

We spend so much time trying make people’s lives meet our standards by just a glance

Forgetting that what works for us doesn’t work for others the way you think it should, reality check, this is a paradigm shift.

You should be reminded that you are not to make your standards a yard for others, especially if you are not going to approach them but choose to profile them from a distance

For instance, the fact that you can study and understand things well under 30 mins, doesn’t mean that someone is dumb if they can’t get it right within that time frame

Like mama always says “Prince, not all fingers are the same”

So we sitting at a distance and tagging people with names that we deem fit is just lame

He is short and ugly

She is shapeless and chubby

He is too thin and slanky

She must be a hoe, she Is always hanging out with guys

He is too known see how he doesn’t like talking to people

She is bleaching, I mean look at her skin tone

He has no proper home upbringing, I mean, why should he be smoking

He is this, she is that, they are that

Ahmed’s clock can never be clock because he is a Muslim

Micheal will surely condemn you because is a Christian

Darwin’s statements are that of a pained heart because he is an atheist

Hide your money when you see an Ashanti woman

Hide your women when you see a Fanti man

Hold your balls and keep it safe when you see an ewe man

Hold your draws when you approach a northerner

She is a female, she is disrespectful for not being timid, tamed and shy

He is a male, there is no reason or whatsoever for him to cry

We make statements like these as fast as the blink of the eye

But then we never take time out to ask why

Sometimes words would fail us if were to be told how exactly the things we say are powerful

It dissolves, everything when not controlled especially the human heart

We Thirst for the bragging right to be right all the time, but then all is does is tear us apart

Why do our legs feel heavy to walk towards a fellow human and say things like

“hi”

“Hey”

“How are you doing?”

“I was wondering if we could talk”

Why do we walk around like officials of Nike ready to mark people correct or not?

Why are busy trying to point out people from a distance when our stance is right under the dark side of the yin yang half

don’t we realize that we are killing people, cold blood without spilling blood?

don’t we realize that we are setting fire to people’s fragile hope to be alive another day?

Don’t we realize that:

There is more to what meets the eye

There is more to what meets the I only saw. There is more than just mindless conclusions. And fact less assumptions. All the concluding, judging, condemning and shaming without asking is just a modern form of crucifixion

 

if it were possible that we become one step to being lunatics for each time we pass baseless judgments, then we would all be in a rehab center watching me perform this piece.

But then there Isn’t really anything like baseless judgment or a judgment that is right when all it is based on our partial impaired sight

When all it does is making the other person’s sins worse than ours.

What’s with us trying to wipe our own blackness with other people’s black-ness?

What if I told you that the boy who called fat can’t sleep at night because of you?

The girl you called too slim can’t hold back the tears behind the doors because of you?

What if I told you the one and half legged guy hates himself because of you??

What if I told you people are having trust issues because of you??

What if I told you society has become psychopathic bunch of emotionless humans because of you?

There is a wave of depression, loneliness, low self-esteem, and self hate because of you

What if I told you that there is an endless cycle of rumors circulating because you and your conclusions and judgments.

What if I told you that the girl you saw five minutes ago a talkative, just found her voice and she can’t keep the excitement and has no choice but to let out those words that were stuck in her heart for years.

What if I told you that the boy you called too known for being too quiet and reserved actually used to talk a lot but then, was called a talkative and now choose to keep his words to himself and let them out at night when he is alone in tears?

What if I told you that the way too slim guy who are shaming actually made an effort to lose weight because some time back another version of you called him fat and shapeless

What if I told you that the girl you are calling obolo tried to gain weight when some time back another version of you called her flat and curve less

You see how it works??

It never ends if we keep up with that

We are only destroying people’s lives and we wonder why people have trust issues.

People have trust issues because of people

People aren’t proud of themselves and who they are because of people

People can’t looking into the mirror and smile anymore because of people

People aren’t falling in love because of people

People have stopped being a christian, muslim, atheist because of people

People don’t even know what they want because of people

People are who they are because of people

People like you and i

don’t come all motivational with that talks of “don’t let people’s thought get to you”

we all know it doesn’t work that way, let’s be real.

We all look to forward to hearing people’s thought about what we do and what we are, and it crushes us on the inside when its nothing for negative, but then we don’t like being real

Everyone want to come off just fine so we don’t admit it.

I do same too.

But I am not going to deny it

No matter how hard I try, I feel hurt and crushed when I hear really dehumanizing comments about how I walk.

I act like I don’t care but deep down inside I feel crushed.

But when Someone approaches me and tells me how good I am as a poet despite how I walk I feel touched.

You see how it works?

And no, it’s not about being self-conscious

There is more to that, and that’s a poem for another day

don’t come all motivational with that “don’t let people’s thought define you”

how about you sit down and refine you

how about you take a break from all your mindless conclusions and judgments

how about you learn to walk up to someone and talk to them before you walk up to someone else to talk about them?

 

There is more to what meets the eye

There is more to what meets the I only saw. There is more than just mindless conclusions and fact less assumptions. All the concluding, judging, condemning and shaming without asking is just a modern form of crucifixion

If it were possible that we are hospitalized for anytime we jumped into conclusions we’d all be on hospital beds with broken legs, because the idea we built in our minds and jumped from is way so far from the truth.

We spend so much time trying to carve it out from what just meets the eye when really we should dig for the root.

E check like the things we no really know about be pono, we see noor we root

Don’t tell me you don’t know about this, because we are all recruits of the mass stereotyped generalization, this is the truth

So the next you do some concluding and judging and shaming and back biting, remember this poem and try something called

APPROACHING and ASKING