Village boy Impressions

And behold, in those days one arose Wielding great power and fury With hair the colour of fire A tongue speaking many profanities And he could not be tamed or quieted His words darkened the sun by day And at night the stars were grieved And wept and fled to hide from him. Many that heard that voice unawares Were snared and alienated For they listened and comprehended not As indeed they were the words Both empty and noxious. Words that stirred hearts to hate, To division, and poverty of thought. When he shits the nations raged And even Melkor [1] cowered in Otumno [2]  For verily verily he is arisen To divide the nations and the peoples Light and darkness shall be as one And there shall be no day nor night For an age and a time. Read: Village Boy Impressions -  Election Mangana [1] Melkor is the first Dark Lord of middle earth (From the Lord of the Rings trilogy) [2] Otumno was the fortress of Melkor in the North of middle earth

It is almost midnight, 31 st December 2017. I am jumping and shouting in church with millions of others worldwide or at least in Ghana. Saying thanks to God for seeing me through the year 2017. After more than 30 minutes of jubilant praise, we settle down for the final blessing. As the priest raises the monstrance with the body of Christ to bless us, a lady beside me sighed and said: “At last we say goodbye to this horrible year”. I turned to look at her and realized she was breathing heavily, and sweating profusely from ecstatic dancing and shouting. I had just been doing the same thing and I was also breathless and feeling wet and sticky under my sweater. I had put on a sweater because I was afraid it would get cold as the night wore on in this harmattan season. Indeed, many others were dressed like me. Yes, we knew our weather well but we had underestimated how ecstatic and boisterous our celebration would be once the hour arrived. So, all the ceiling fans were in full swing and

I heard a man had a dream once It was a bold dream And they shot him down cold Dreams are dangerous things! I also had a dream, once It wasn't a bold dream And I woke up sweating; Dreams are scary things! Why ever do we dream? I ask. Read: Village Boy Impressions -  Fathers Yet how may we sleep If we cannot dream? And how may we live If our dreams be quenched? I say, let us all dream... Let the children dream; And let the elders dream What does it matter If we shoot at God and miss? Dreams are the salt of life Without them, life is tasteless, Worthless, pointless, stale I should be glad of an early grave! Read: Village Boy Impressions -  My First Snow