When mouths talk for minds Many are things which go wrong But ignorance is considered human On a land which needs change
II Oh! A land so blessed Harbouring many so cursed Without reasoning Killing instead of researching Neglecting instead of paying attention Saying nonsensicals instead of listening And I ask why?
III This black land weeps This good land screams This land has waited And waited but thoughts keep blocking the light So sorry for the struggling Sorry for the defective And sorry for the unfortunate But I do pity heads of ignorance Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
I’ve walked a good walk with a good faith. On the streets of Accra, I move about with a whole group of individuals from different walks of life. It was interesting with the drumming from the bandsmen who thrilled us and passers-by with versus music made from vocal folds?The sole of my old-fashioned shoe wanted to give up on me after walking a long distance and destination not yet reached.
What a day to remember! Getting a head-start from a starting pointed located on the streets of Kokomlemle, a remote place of the several communities one would locate himself in Accra. Getting individuals from various places in Accra we commenced our walk at a few minutes past nine in the morning. Three different schools had joined the walk to mark this day celebrated all over the world. Energetic youth as well did not exclude themselves from this memorable day.
Beside all my busy schedules, I placed it upon myself to have a feel of it. I had never gone for any walk in recognition of a celebrated. With that away, while in primary and junior high school I never partook in the various floats organized by the school because I saw it as a waste of precious time. I always gave excuses of not feeling well and won’t be around that day. The Children’s Park which is located in the heart of Accra, close to the National Theatre was a place I had passed by uncountable times but I had never seen myself in the premises even as a child to have fun there.
Seeing the media all around to take videos and pictures of this memorable day honoured in Ghana, I was delighted. I had already located myself in the “heavens”. The way the police directed traffic enabled us to ply various routes to get us to our destinations was breathtaking.
What was more fun than having interactions with the “different ability” persons. They are indeed special. An inscription on the dress of a woman who was just ahead of me got me over the moon. I was curious. I wanted to hear, feel and see as they did. Enoch, one of the “special ability” persons approached me and took my phone without saying anything. For one moment, I was confused, afraid he would throw my phone away. I had not come across anyone with autism before and this being my first time, you can imagine how my heart was at that moment. He was one of a kind, touched the phone, realized it was complicated and placed it back on my bag.
“Autism is not a disease, don’t try to cure me. Try to understand me.” I learnt a lot from this walk. From afar, I wouldn’t have wanted to do anything with these persons but getting to know them, I loved them more than I loved myself. Curious as people are, they will question what autism is.
Autism, a complex developmental disability is a result of a neurological disorder that has an effect on the normal brain function, affecting the development of the person’s communication and social interaction skills. This group of people have issues with non-verbal communication, a wide range of social interactions, and activities that include an element of play and/or banter.
However autistic individuals are gifted with different jaw-dropping abilities! Unfortunately they are often isolated to reduce discrimination and prejudice from those who would mock them or treat them unfairly!
Loving them already? Why don’t you pay them a visit at Autism Care Centre in Kokomlemle. You can help support these persons as well. When you feel all is lost, these persons don’t feel the same. From the outside, you may feel hopeless about their futures but they don’t.
They are living full lives and all they need is your understanding. All they need is your understanding. Let’s accept them into the society as one of our own. “One person caring about another represents life’s greatest value-Jim Rohn. I’m in love with somebody having autism already,not necessarily a female. What about you?
One personnel I can direct you to from the centre is Auntie Serwaa Quanyor. You can contact her on +233244325919. She has been a blessing to people living with autism.
Autism: We are caring for those affected.
Autism: Awareness, Care and Training.
I wore no clothes
But came to be worn by air
Every visiting day asked me to shed
And wear thoughts of the older
And these thoughts keep getting colder
Mamaa! I only need a smooth sail
Why must I wear a whipping tail?
Papaa! Like one you knew existed,
Couldn’t you have kept me in your waist wallet
And helped me shine like a starlet
While being my blanket?
I am now a socket
Although sometimes I turn plug
And other times I turn power
This whining conscience cracks its house
And I’m mostly left like a scared little mouse
Why does the canoe mostly survive while arms drown?
Isn’t arms the carver of canoes?
Plunging plagues pun prying brains
Answers may dance as my spirit hovers over my expired bottle
Sad, I might be gone
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
(NOTE: Please pause to think of autism, children and adults with autism are intelligent beings with relaxed minds. All they need is care and trust and their talents shocks the world. Think of these people too, it can be you, your child, your sister or your mother, so have compassion and think of helping in your own way.)
Yes, the killer AIDS is to be feared with all our might
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
(Today is World Aids Day. Ebola seems to rubbish the fear of AIDS but let us not forget about the fact that AIDS is a killer disease. Protect yourself when having fun and learn much from it to be safe. Be blessed)
Orphaned by ebola, it is hurtful to see families shunning the companies of the young ones. My heart bleeds for these young ones. I pray that many voices will come together as one to bring comfort to these children and bring hope to those who have conquered the sickness. This poem is for all those who find themselves shunned and alone because of the fear of ebola)
Tears from ebola meals
Parade the land
Needing bodies to hold their own
Because they know their departure
Through the mouth of ebola
Have put masks on the faces of their beloveds
Making them fearful caricatures
Of successors who must help ease their sorrows
Not the fault of their beloveds
Not the fault of the successors
Not the fault of they who cry from the stomach of ebola
Thank you to all those who visit my blog, I am truly humbled and you don’t know how happy you make me when I see traces of your visit in my stats. Blessings to all of you. Due to some forces beyond my control, I need some time to sort myself out for a while. A week or maybe two. Please do pardon my absence. I leave you with this:
(MY THOUGHTS: Thoughts of fear after bad dreams kill more that the dreams themselves. You being dejected, thinking of the worst interfere’s with your focus, and that can be chaotic. Shed all horrible dreams and be focused. Chances are, they might not even be real.)
Thanks to those who read my posts. If ever loneliness ruled my world, you’re the ones who defeated him, if ever self doubts sat with me, you’re the ones who made me strong, I write as I do because you come here. Thank you again. Due to some problems with my health, I’ll be away for a week or two. I hope you find other posts to read here while I’m away. I’ll particularly miss reading on other blogs but I’ll catch up God willing when I get the strength. I’ll leave by saying:
I wrote this piece to tell all those who suffered and are still suffering under the barbaric Female Genital Mutilation that we shall rise, we are fighting to free their minds and protect their young ones. God should give them peace from now till they depart home.