FATWA

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Your Fatwa does not apply here…

I speak to you oh religious fundamentalist
This is a free world…
…A world of equality…
Speak to me of morality
But do not  force me into believing in the hereafter
Do not force me into accepting your religious views;
For I am a humanist
Humanity is my religion…
…The best of worship…

Your Fatwa does not apply here
Oh you enemies of humanity
Shall we sit and watch you minority pronounce yourselves as superior beings to all others?
Assume powers to decide the mode of existence of others?
Decide who shall live and who shall die?
Who shall shake hands with whom even as daily colleagues?
Who shall dictate and who shall submit?

No!…
Your Fatwa does not apply here
Your religious cloak is a tattered alibi…
After our apparent victory over racial injustice,
We shall not sit and watch terrorism take over
We shall not sit and watch religion being substituted as the only entitlement to residence on earth
No! we shall not…..
Let us join voices and tell them that
Their Fatwa does not apply here;
This is no Jihad
For they fight nothing if they fight the innocent
Only cowards turn deadly weapons against the unarmed
True warriors do not wage war against the innocent
Give me back my Islam…
Give me back my Islam…
My Islam which preaches peace, solidarity and humanity
Not the diabolism of Al-shabab, Boko haram or Al-Qaeda
Today, the blood of innocent lives are being shed
But let us assume we were in Nairobi and we survived Al-shabab
Let us assume we survived Boko Haram’s attack this morning
And let us know that we are targets as well
And finally realize that this is a declared war on humanity
And stand firm together on this battle field
For it is time to take back our peaceful Islam,
Our Africa,
And in effect…Our humanity
…Our right to live
Let us fight Terrorism
For their Fatwa does not apply here.

 

 

NB: Wrote this during the Westgate Mall attack in Kenya…. To the memory of Professor Awoonor and all victims of the attack.

ARE AFRICAN MEN ROMANTIC???

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The debate on Romance has been on going for centuries now, and it seems the battle may not end any time soon. The jury, perhaps, have still not found any of the opponents (men and women) argument convincing enough to pronounce judgement in anyone’s favor. More recently, however, the arguments have taken a different shape altogether. The subject matter is now being based more on race, rather than the initial gender. A common example is the case of the modern day African woman perceiving Caucasian men as more romantic than black men. This has prompted my desire to want to address the issue.

Romance, they say is a feeling of excitement and mystery associated with love. Now love, is a universal concept or truth which every single homo-sapien, gay or straight believes in, hence, African men inclusive. However, from the above definition of romance, the major concern here is, do African men attach or show that feeling of “excitement and mystery” to the love that they already believe in? Well, I guess we can find out together.

Mostly, when we talk of men and romance, we invariably talk of the sort of romance women expects from their men.  So what is this feeling of excitement and mystery women expect of their men? Most often, this romance is defined in the context of traditional European women’s term, I call it the fairytale romance – sending flowers and cards, romantic get-away, watching doses of romantic movies, three square meals of calls each day, frequently sending gifts and listening to romantic songs all day or you might even want to be their trey songz or usher and sing for them. This fairytale romance has also been propagated by over centuries’ crusade by romance novels, call it the romanticism crusade. But the question is, has the African man succumb to the might of this holy crusade?

African men, most often than not do not subscribe to this fairytale romance and hence being generally labeled unromantic. And let me not forget to mention that I am one of this apparently unromantic homo-sapiens with Y-chromosome.

Here’s a poorly kept secret: Men, and for that matter African men also have traces of Venus in them. That is what I have learnt after some few year of loving. Though African men look too manly physically, beneath the stubble, boisterous and the Sports addiction, most African men are as confused, vulnerable and romantic as women when it comes to falling in love.

African men, by virtue of tradition tend not to have that fairytale flare towards their women due to the nature and manner in which they where raised. They mostly grow up seeing their mothers being controlled by their fathers and also treated with much importance in the area of education more than the women. So the ‘Man-of-house’ mantra or should I say dogma is something the African man is grappling with in the 21st century when the African woman has become aware and needs romance in her love life. This situation has led to the African man being mostly portrayed as violent, thug, controlling, possessive and always coming through with that baby-mama drama in a relationship.

But regardless of the above, who said the African man is  unromantic? I think the African woman ought to look deeper. The African man is very romantic contrary to views that White men are much romantic than them. Women seem to view romance as a state of being, while men tend to look at it more as a sequence of specific actions. Women share their emotions with greater ease. And a BIG difference is that women get much more excited about planning, say their wedding (even before they have a particular bridegroom in mind). Women consider what you buy or do for them as the measure of the love you have for them. But the African man is mostly a realist. He views those actions as artificial. The African man, instead of buying gifts for his woman, concentrates on the longer term picture of building a home for her and the children, provide long term protection and love for her. What is more romantic than this considering the fact that divorce rate is significantly high among white families who supposedly have romantic husbands? African men or black men also have the most sexiest and romantic 3D physical appearance on earth. And this is evidence in the fact that most white women would pay to date them. Black, they say is beautiful and if the women agree to this, then there is not much to say for them to concur that the African has the most romantic color on earth. Forget the novellas; African men could kill if their women are played with. This shows the level of love the African man has compared to what our ladies see in the movies. The African man would also be willing to buy or do everything for his woman but he only believes she should earn it instead of asking for it.

Finally, i think the African women should be more realistic when it comes to the issue of romance instead of thinking the whites acts romantic in their daily lives as seen in the tele-novellas and movies. They should also focus on building that romance they want in their relationships rather than expecting to get it from their men. Romance is built, not earned. A long lasting, peaceful and understanding relationship is the most romantic in my view as an African. Let us collaborate and build one. Peace.

 

CARPE DIEM (Seize the Opportunity)

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Seize the opportunity

I say…

Seize the opportunity.

I hear…

This words ringing in my ears day and night,

Urging me to step up and take up my game up when it comes up my way up….

Seize the opportunity.

So I…

Set up traps to trap and tap into opportunities as they come my way in my daily actions

I seize the opportunity.

‘Cos a wise man once told me that

That lady called opportunity cums but once

So I…

Prepared to cum quick and once when I chance on one

And I plan to make the moment worthy

I seize the opportunity……

Then I ejaculate into her so she bares me fruit.

So seize the opportunity

I say…

Seize the opportunity.

Zoom on it like a lion even if the opportunity is garbage

Do not wait for the best of times

For the worst of times and the best of times

Are all called TIME….

So make every moment in time worthy

Seize the opportunity

Your name might not be STEVE but remember you can also create JOBS

So do not always knock on peoples GATE begging for BILLS for you can also build billions of BILLS and GATE them like BILL GATE seized that MICRO opportunity…

Seize the opportunity.

Be smart for life they say is too short like a midget

But as midget as life may be

We cannot wear her high heels so she looks tall…

Life would forever remain short

So please…

Do not tell me “better late than never”

For “never late is better”…

Seize the opportunity.

Shoot, even if nothing is targeted

Move, even if the path is undefined

Define and find that fine path

And find that fine treasure and nurture

For opportunities are like seeds

They shall eventually become the greatest oaks in the wild

SO SEIZE THE OPPORTUNITY……..

 

BEFORE THE BLACK STAR SHINED

Before the black star shined and the lights left our shores
There were stories of how it came to pass out along the coast of gold
coast as we boast of our reach culture
Tradition ran it course
Until the lights
The lights our shores they raided
Reminding us of how mayflower moved in to deflower the virgin lands of
the red indians
They stole us and they used us
They used us for their selfish interest
Feeding on our ignorance like parasites…
And there are rumours
There are rumours
That the thoughts we are having aren’t even our own
And the dream you had last night is a future you remember
Or a past that is yet to come…
Before the black star shined and the lights left our shores
There were records recalling reports of how it happened across the
boarders in Europe
when our warriors left our shores to fight the two wars
As buried cold war nightmares shoke themselves awake
And a poison stew came to the boil
The walls of Belin and Hiroshima were not denied
As decades of testosterone fuelled war tore at the earth’s surface…
And there are rumours
There are rumours
That the future we dream for Africa is a neglected past reality
And the minority black are quickly becoming a fading product of oblivion
Or a threat to the human race…
Before the black star shined and the lights left our shores
There were tell-tales telling tales of how the black women told their
men they were tired of the missionaries position as leaders on their
own land
And a stray gunfire was heard across the boarders in Ashanti
As Asantewaa yaa led the coward men to battle and reclaim their land
And those men are now called the big six…
But there are rumours
There are rumours
That they are preventing the black star from shining
And that this piece is only a blueprint to a treasure unhidden
So before the black star stops shining and the lights return to our shores
Let’s sit closely by the fire side tonight
On our little patch of land
And reflect on how to make the black star shine again
Before the black star shines and the lights leave our shores…..