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This poem was inspired by the Parable of the Sower - Matthew 13:18-23. Poem's called Know where to sow. Enjoy. Sown and grown on the wayside Well, it fell on rocks Thrown and grown along paths Trodden under by impact Shown and grown in good soil To reap the harvest of toil Rooted in filth and guilt Stemming from temptation Leaving the margin of right Nothing good for the receptacle The rains were mad last time This time, they made one sad Good fruit was borne however Through the nurturing of culture Fruit from good seeds grew Into yet another flicker of hope Favourable grounds helped to cope Into hearers and doers If oaks from little acorns should grow Then know where to sow

KSM's Nifty@Fifty concert in December 2007 was superb. I had heard about his exploits dancing to FBS' Oluman Boogie through the internet and TV. So when I was in Ghana, I decided to spend my Christmas Day in Accra (instead of Kumasi) so I could catch his show. It was terrible not spending it with my nuclear family at home but the show was great. I took a bunch of videos so that my family could watch what transpired. Finally, I have some for you to view. If you missed KSM getting jiggy with a girl half her age, you can see those videos here . Oluman Boogie was released in by the Function Boy Squad. The song quickly made an impression and FBS became one of the most wanted performers due to their dancing prowess. The song talked about Sugar Daddies. If you live in Ghana, you'll know that this is common there. In University of Ghana (Legon), we have what we call 'Inte' and 'Exte'. 'Inte' is the Legon male student who's the boyfriend and 'Exte...

Here's another one. Just like the other one. Ghanaian music is at a crisis. People feel we are sounding too much like Western artistes. Okyeame Kwame and Obour recorded a song ' The Game ' which addressed this. Me, am loving all of this. It's good we are talking about this. In fact, hiplife & GH Rap are taking over. We can still get down to the old jams, and appreciate the new. So in case VIP's Ahomka womu is still the Gh song you jam to or you stopped paying attention after Obrafour's last album or you are just waiting to hear Kojo Antwi's latest album, you should get up-to-date with the jams of today. I know 2009 hasn't ended yet, but here are 10 of my favorite Ghanaian songs this year. I'll tell you which song didn't make it unfortunately. Kwabena Kwabena's Do ne bi is an all-time favorite, but for me, it made its rounds in 2008. Before that, you have to check out my 10 songs dedicated to African women , my favorite Ghanaian songs , ...

Those of you who know me know am all over social media networks. Yes, I am on Twitter too. Follow me @Abocco. Yup, that's me. More on my many web names later. Earlier, I opened a Youtube account too, to share videos. The terrible part is that some dude had already taken the 'MIghTyAfrican' account (which is inactive now) so I had to settle with 'MIghTyAfrican1'. Bummer. I almost made up a new name but I am growing old now, can't keep track of all of my pseudonyms. I uploaded a bunch of videos I recorded from attending KSM's Nifty @ Fifty concert. I love KSM, he's awesome. I interviewed him once and came away with a lot of respect for him. Other than being an entertainer, he is a great personality, statesman and leader. He mentioned that he may want to go into politics. At his show, which coincided with Ghana's Golden Jubilee celebration, he mentioned that Ghana could use a 'funky president'. Who wouldn't want KSM as his president? I was s...

I remember writing this poem at a bus station somewhere in Upstate New York. I was thinking about a couple of girls and I decided to express those thoughts on paper. So it became a poem. I decided to try my hand at some Twi poetry as well though it didn't turn out too good. I just translated the English lines to Twi so if some of the translations are off, forgive and then correct me. I had titled this poem 'Who is me' but it really should be something like two women. So there, I present to y'all 'two women'. Enjoy. She is me She mirrors me But she is a mirage And she is just an image of me She is not me She shadows me But she is a window And her mirror doesn’t know me I follow the mirror My shadow follows me The mirror tells me I am fair My shadow tells me I am dark My mirror lets out my secrets My shadow is my best kept secret My mirror overshadows me My shadow mirrors my shade Sankofa sees my shadow Nkoso notices my mirror Do I want me Or do I want my shadow D...

Happy Women's Month! I promised myself to talk more about women this August and sadly, it's ending already. I only managed to talk about pick-up lines and their use . It's all going to be remedied with this post (I hope). We all love African Queen and how it became a phenomenon in the Diaspora. There are many more songs like that and I'll like to share some with y'all. Because If I could glow like an African beauty; I would show the make up of an African beauty; And not make up make up to show African beauty; Because before make up, there was African beauty. This is from a poem I wrote, which I could consider my best to date. Before that, you have to check out my favorite Ghanaian songs , 10 favorite songs from Kenya , 10 favorite songs from South Africa , my 10 favorite Nigerian songs and 10 African songs I think you should know about. So these songs are for all the African women out there and for all who love them. Click the songs to find the lyrics, video, a...

Wanted to blog today but I don't have time so I will do what do when this happens. Put up an old poem. This poem is called Homicide. Wrote it a while ago. You can try and decipher what it means, that's the beauty of the language abi? Enjoy Like a masked murderer Radiant with love Knifing the apron strings That bound us to custom Like a patient poacher Endangering a life Leaving an ancestral stump After draining the sap Like a settling seed Seeking to rule the natives To improve its diversity Killing softly the inbred society Like a caring cutthroat To say a soothing prayer With a temporary temerity Enslaving the rich Like a pestering preacher To liberate the naïve yet Who came and taught nothing And burgled society’s education