Expressing one’s inner self through writing
I loved and lost,
yet I tried again
Though it felt like frost,
I let go of pain
Yes I tried again
And When I did
It felt like bliss,
A feeling i simply couldn’t dismiss,
Like a dart on target
I just couldn’t miss
Yes, I tried again
Today I can breathe
I don’t feel I would be needing a wreath
My soul is uplifted
To another world I have been shifted
And even if I lose one more time
Love was worth trying again
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY PEOPLE 💕
Love is a beautiful thing ❤️
The streams are quiet,
And even the winds are still,
My heart won’t buy it,
But I’ll accept if it’s God’s will.
My body trembles,
And my skin is pale,
My mouth still fumbles,
For me you left not even a trail.
My heart has gone faint,
Don’t know if I will cope,
You were like a saint,
So, I know there’s hope.
May the Lord hold you,
In heaven’s safe room,
Your time was probably due,
But we never saw it loom.
Till we meet again
Hopefully at heaven’s gate
I wish you no pain,
Just a peaceful fate
BY: SETOR ABRA NORGBE
Ghana is still in its cradle
Our resources scream to be refined
Our states scream for development
Ghana is still in its cradle
Babies grow,
Times change,
Things get better,
Yet Ghana is still in its cradle
60years screaming for help
60years hoping to see a light,
A light at the end of a dark tunnel
And Ghana is still in its cradle
Kwame Nkrumah
Jerry John Rawlings
John Agyekum Kuffour
John Evans Atta Mills
John Dramani Mahama
William Akuffo Addo
Yet Ghana is still in its cradle
We yearn for change
We hope for grace
We crave for success
We preach the peace
And yet Ghana is still in cradle
How long will we continue to crawl?
How long will we still scream?
How long will we feel this heat?
Yes, How long will Ghana continue to be in its cradle?
I hope to see my motherland walk some day
I hope to see my motherland become a superpower too
I hope that some day we would reach the light we seek
Yet I can only Hope
Because Ghana is still in its cradle!
Let us put our country first,
Let us let go of self
Let us embrace the ideals of a nation
Let us let go of laziness and apathy
Let us embrace hardwork
Let us erase hatred
Let us embrace love
Because Ghana is still in its cradle
If we wrap ourselves in the true cloth of education
If we stop the killings and the POLITRICKS
If the right people are given the job
If favoritism and nepotism become a thing of the past,
Maybe that day Ghana will stand
We may even begin to walk, or maybe run
Who knows? We may even fly!
But for now, Ghana remains in its cradle.
By: SETOR ABRA NORGBE
When I think about you I think of all the love you can give to this world
When I think about you, in my spine I feel the pain you go through
When I think about you I imagine you in a world of your own
And though I know your struggle, I think about you
When I think about you my eyes fill up with tears…
When I think about you I think about how much change you can make to this world
When I think about you, I can only imagine how much strength you pull together each day
And though I know you hang in the balance, I still think about you
When I think about you, I hope to see you defeat this plight
When I think about you, I know you will see a brighter day
When I think about you, I have faith that you are the hope this world needs
And though you don’t feel well now, I still think about you
Dedicated to all COVID 19 patients. Our prayers and thoughts are with you! ❤️❤️❤️
By: Setor Abra Norgbe(Aby St. Claire)
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Dear God,
I have walked the streets and sang songs to you,
But for the first time all I hear is an echo,
The resounding voice of the children no longer met me at the town square
Even the early morning crow of the cock gradually fades
I wish to have heard the stories of the old man at the town’s market
And even the sound of the great fontonfrom drum….
The chatter of my kinsmen can no longer be heard at family meetings.
And this plague has eventually stolen our joy!
Restore this land, oh Lord, and bring back our peace….
For the darkness is gradually covering the earth!
By: Setor Abra Norgbe(Aby St. Claire)
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Twitter: @Abystclaire
I hear a sudden voice roar from the North
They are voices of agony and pain
I hear of an uprising in the south,
They talk of spears in the heart of children, the youth and the aged
No one seems to escape this time.
The trumpet has blown,
For the first time soldiers are in white coats
Going to war with an enemy whose face remains unseen
The night has grown dark,
A huge storm has come,
Swiping through the lengths and breaths of the earth
I hear the stumping of feets
Feets of giants in the enemy’s camp
The missiles of the rich seem to be failing
The poor yet again exposed,
Yes, counting the stars and hoping that tomorrow will come again
I hear the sounds of the loudest gong gong beater
He announces that even the Kings have hidden their faces
I hear loud voices wail in the East
This Enemy succeeds in keeping lovers apart
A great plague has hit the earth
Not even the West could withstand it
Life may never be the same again
But we cling unto faith
And hope that Science would prove its worth one more time
I hear the Chief Priest Chant in the wilderness
Show your Face!!! Show your Face!!!
For even the city Guards had left the city gates
I hear the Chief Priest Chant in the wilderness
I know your name !!! Yes, I know your name!!!
CORONAVIRUS, this is not your place!
By: Setor Abra Norgbe(Aby St. Claire)
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ANOTHER ANGLE OF THE STORY- LOOKING THROUGH A MAN’S EYES
When I dropped my last article, it run a lot of waves down the spine of many men across the globe. My phone did not stop beeping from dawn to dusk. There is always “THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY” and for me, woman activism goes beyond just fighting for rights. It is rerouting the whole female mentality, it making women believe they can too, it is building self esteem, self confidence and self respect for Today’s woman. It is making them understand that the only way they can reach that level of equality or some reasonable amount of equity, is when they begin to take challenges that go beyond them. The last time My phone beeped that day, a thick masculine voice spoke up and said “ AbyStClaire, let me tell you a story, “ a young female friend asked me to lend her some money, initially I didn’t want to, she wanted a total of GHC700. I told her I could only get part of it for her, I gave her a total of GHC500, which I expected her to pay back, AbyStClaire, the following week she came to my apartment and into my bedroom, laid there naked, I did not touch her, she came back and repeated same the following week, I was strong enough to resist. She left my room displeased and never paid back my money. AbyStClaire had my weakness taken a better side of me, she could have accused of rape or coercing her into sleeping with her.”For a minute I was silent, I realized there was more work to be done, because this was not normal either. The mindset of the 21st century woman that the only way they can breakthrough is using their bodies needs to changed
Yours Truly,
AbyStClaire
1. Had he taken his chances would we have said he took advantage of her?
2. How do we get the 21st century woman to understand that they are worth more than just sex?
Please join our discussions and watch out for EPISODE 2. Prostitute or Vulnerable?
– WOMEN, THE VULNERABLE RACE???
I know by the middle of this article, a few people are going to be thinking to themselves “ 3y3 Normal” translated to mean It is normal. There have been recent campaigns against rape, with many touching stories shared, some of which got me shedding tears. It got me into nerve racking thought. But is this the only menace? Can we get to the root of this? I plunged into more tears when I heard the story of a woman who had been openly called a prostitute. I will tell you the story in a bit but let me quickly delve right into this, on the eve of 1st July 2020, I made a decision to write this article following a depressing call I recieved. She said “AbyStClaire, it is hard to be a woman!” By the time my friend was done telling me the story, tears run down my cheek. I asked my self questions like if it were the other way round, would the expectations have been the same? We are in the year 2020, I call it “ THE YEAR OF THE PANDEMIC”. Many have lost loved ones, many lost their livelihoods and the world has generally been driven into “PANIC MODE”. So many have been rendered vulnerable. So I ask myself, is this a time to take advantage of the vulnerability of others? Where is the love? My friend said to me “All I needed was GHC500, I didn’t want it for free, I needed a loan and I was going to pay back.” But he said to me “I will only loan you the money if you allow me to sleep with you first” Funny but sad my friend retorted to me after saying this in response to her own comments ” What if I allow him and finishes and runs away without loaning me the money?” Should women always be put in a position of choosing between having sex and receiving help or declining and not getting help??? And if by now you are still thinking this is normal, I am offering you free psychological therapy, no charges apply!!!
YOURS TRULY,
AbyStClaire
Is this man not equivalent to a rapist? Share your thoughts.
Join me on the next episode of RAPE CULTURE OR SEX CULTURE- Prostitute or Vulnerable
Dear Daddy
Your astonishing love has filled the hearts of many
But sheltered me since I was a baby
It has weathered my storms and kept me strong
It has guided my journey and kept me from going wrong
Your resilience has taught me persistence
And your unending support gave me resistance
Through it all, you have been my number one cheerleader
Reminding me to always push harder
Dear Daddy,
I am the gem I am because you were there
You showed me all the love and all the care
You protected me and moulded me
You never gave up on me even when the world did
I have seen your labour pains, yes, years of labour pains
Pushing to birth the wonderful personality I have today
One day I’ll find my Prince but you will always be my king
And though sometimes it may not seem like it, my love for you is an unending song
Dedicated to : All Fathers on FATHER’S DAY
Inspired by: My Father(Dr Gameli Kwame Norgbe)
I wish I knew how deep your love was
But like a pipers tune I won’t fully know what comes next
But I will enjoy humming to this tune
I wish I could tap into your heartbeat
Like a palm wine tapper on an early Sunday morning
To get drunk to the taste of your lips
I wish I could share your agonies as well as your joys
Like a mother through the journey of a child
To see every rise and every fall
But most of all I wish you would be here forever
Like the fragrance of a morning rose
And two souls bonded together in eternity
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