Halting Words for Nab Azantilow Ayieta I

All over the land of Buluk, over hills and fields 
Where long grass grows and stout trees thrive  
The trade wind comes racing, swelling about the trees  
'What news from the north, O you hurrying wind?  
What tidings do you bear in your dusty hands?'  

'Have you seen Azantilow the tall and mighty  
By sun, moon or by starlight bright?  
Where now is he, the bold, the ancient, the brave?  
Maybe you have heard the horn of the son of Ayieta.  
Echoing in the hills and vales of the land'
Upon azagsuk, long I stood and listened Under the shade of acham I tarried in vain Tell me not that he is no more! But alas, his horn is silent, and his feet are cold And the north wind is still, impotent with tears

                            Read: Village Boy Impressions - The Song of Atuga
O, Ayieta biik, southward shall ever I gaze To akumcham where our foes fled in dismay Before its dying stump, I sit and mourn Under its withered crown ever I sigh Will you not return, will you not hear my cry?
Lord of B…

Walking Backwards

There was once a time of sweet innocence
When childhood was childhood indeed
Moonlit nights were for songs and dances
And New Year treats were ‘alewa’
Colourful tongues told the story

I remember days when pito was the drink
Eating was supposed to quell hunger
And the oily mouth was an envious sight
Only fun, food and friends mattered
A large protruding belly was our goal
Our teachers still taught us manners and prayers  And learning was its own reward  A holy curiousity to discover the secrets Of our environment drove us on and on To outshine the other in class was the prize
In homes were heard loud rolling laughters Guests were welcomed with genuine smiles In happiness, we celebrated all successes But in sorrow and tears, we buried our friends And freely and willingly we aided those in need
But what do we have here? An unchained ‘modernity’ of madness Where common sense is daily murdered Gentleness is abused and exploited Thievery by day is the new gallantry

Here, debauchery is the…

Everyone Sang

It was a beauteous night, and dusty
And we were all mum and droopy
Whilst the preacher droned on
And the rest of the world lived on

An expectant harmattan swirled around
As stemmed waters must feel bound
Yet gyrating as one tickled in erogenous places
On and on and on towards the climax

The cold outside was threatening to come in And we held our sweaters to ourselves As we gazed at the clock ahead Inching ever closer to the new birth
Suddenly everyone’s tongue was loosed Everyone’s voice was lifted in praise And sang in generous grateful tones And leapt in joyous ecstasy
Life and beauty poured out as at sunrise And my secret heart glowed with love And gratitude for life, family, friends Oh that the singing would never end!

You can also find this poem and other poems by the same author here

When all the love is gone

Do you know, my love; 
What would become of us
What we would do next 
When our love fails? 
Have you ever wondered
What would be left behind
When love withers and dies? 

Behold the light fades and rises not
And the cute little stars hide in shame
The moon fears to show her face
And day and night become as one
Here the heavens are shut up tight
And the earth cries out in thirsting
All that is lusty and green withers

The streams return to the mountains
And the oceans pour out their eternal rage
The darkness return from the abyss
And the mountains explode in anger
Burning all that was once green and fair
Vipers come out in the day to hunt
And the crows hold a banquet at noon

Alas! the nations bare their teeth
And the rulers rage in drunkenness
Oh how kith devour kin
And mothers drown their infants
To entertain their nightly guests.
All roads lead nowhere
And the gardens turn into graveyards.

No, my love, our love cannot die.
For when it dies, all else dies; 
There would be nothing left, 
No green, no life, 
No memory, …

The Ghanaian Way of Disputing Research Findings

Science is a body of knowledge that prides itself on reproducible research information. Science is tentative and lends itself to change in the face of alternative independently verifiable information. However, science is not a feeling and not a belief. Although Science has stood against conservatism as witnessed in the days of Galileo and Co, it nonetheless has a screened liberalism.

Much of what we know of science today is several years of cumulative change driven by research. And with advances in technology, the body of knowledge of science is on a constant revision. This revision, however, is not on the basis of individuals or groups assumptions of facts. Science in much of its communication on new findings employs modest expression such as “could have an association with”, “has the potential” etc. and shuns sounding authoritative.

Skepticism and disputes of scientific findings are welcome. Such an enterprise should, however, be based on at least informed reasoning argued on availab…

Tramadol Derogation, a Cause to Worry

It is not uncommon to find derogatory expressions and remarks with the use of Tramadol on social media and other media of communication. The unfortunate trend must not be allowed to continue unabated. Tramadol is an FDA approved prescription drug for the treatment of moderate to severe pain. It is a mainstream drug in the country’s health system for the management of pain. For the drug to be associated with derogatory comments in everyday Ghanaian communication should be a cause of worry. Tramadol is a synthetic opioid drug and like other opioid drugs interferes with normal release of neurotransmitters, chemical mediators. This could lead to drug dependence and tolerance on continued repeated use. Drug dependence develops due to debilitating withdrawal symptoms and tolerance results when higher than normal doses are needed to elicit drug action. Affected individual thus need a continued and higher than normal doses of the drug for comfort due to their altered biology. Hitherto Tramado…

“Stop Tramadol Now” Campaign – The Case of The Drug Addict or Drug Dependent

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Hitherto I had no sympathy on drug addicts or drug dependents. I had thought of their situation as a free will choice to continue to engage in substance abuse. In my ignorance, I thought that they could on any day take a decision to cut off from substance abuse if they so wished. I showed outright scorn against addicts. Not even remorseful feelings of addicts during their subtle withdrawal and subsequent relapse could make me see an invisible force at play against them, for me to at least revise my harsh thoughts of deliberate irresponsible behavior attributed to them. Many like my former self, assume addicts hold onto the chains of the misery of substance abuse willingly.

I, however, had my prejudices against addicts reversed when I took the course “Drug Tolerance and Dependence” under the veritable Prof Lutterodt as part of my training for an MPhil Pharmacology degree. My ignorant assumptions against addicts got cured after the course. The co…