The mental health of young African boys is suppressed and slaved away. Parents, friends, society diminish the emotions and pain of our men.Grown
Mene me nsekan ano nyinaa akɔ apam
Aboa gyata se n’amun ato
Sɛ mehwɛ wim asakyereɛ a,
na menim sɛ dabiara no,
nsuo bɛtɔ ama fɔm ayɛ mmerɛ
Ɔsebɔ se ɔkɔ gya ne mpena wɔ duase
Duase nso ne hɔ nsɛm; ama wiem
mmoa nyinaa hu aboa kɔtɔ a,
na ɔmo ho mmoa asɔre
Sesei deɛ, ɔbɔmmɔfoɔ afei m’apem
Wirem ammoa se ɔmo awe nam bɔne
Ɛnyɛ prɛko na neho yɛ hu a,
nka otumi de nipa agyanan dware
aboa biaa nni ha a ɔte apɔ
Ɔwɔ se ne mfe mu abu ɔntumi wia,
nti saa deɛ a, me mfa no nhyɛ akyire
Me deɛ m’ahyɛ ahu sɛ,
Ɔwɔ nyɛ aboa a mengye no di
Nnɛ deɛ, kwaeɛ mu mmoa nyinaa se,
ɔmo nte apɔ …
ɛyɛ me nwanwa, na meho adwiri me
Nanso na menim sɛ;
ɔbɔmmɔfoɔ deɛ, anka ɔnnim aboa yarefoɔ
Na mekum mmoa yi mu baako kraa
na mede bɔ nkwan a, sɛ ɛnsɛe hwee
Sɛ ɛte saa dea, mene mmoa no kɔ nhyehyeɛ;
nea abisi ne sɛ …
Mɛpam ɔmmoa no,
na ɔmo akyi ka fɔm a,
me ntaewo biom, mekye wo,
na mede wo bɛyɛ nkwan anwumerɛ yi
Working in vain is painful oo…herh! Ɛnnyɛ easy boi. Na yesterday paa what happened err. Ah, ɛnnyɛ some nice lady bi na w’abɛ tena yɛn fie no nkyɛn. Kyerɛsɛ ɔbaa yi ho ɛfɛ roff na ne ho twa a etwa paa.
First day a me huu no no, na me Maame yɛ abɛnkwan nti ɔsoma me sɛ me nkɔtɔ prɛkɛsɛ ne koobi mbra…charley, me ba no ɛna me huu no, na ɔte ɔmo gate no ano a ɔtwitwi nkukuo mu.
Wei na ɛnnora nso me wɔfa ka kyerɛɛ me sɛ ne nsesa aka kelewele bi wura hɔ nti, me nkɔ gye mbra. Me duru hɔ no, na kelewele no adɔ me kɔn too much nti me de nsesa no gye kelewele no bi. ɛna me yɛɛ m’adwen sɛ me duru fie a mɛ ka akyerɛ me wɔfa no sɛ, me ba no ɛna me tɔɔ gutter mu nti sika no ayera.
Afei, me duru fie no, ɛna me huu girl yi sɛ ɔwɔ fufu. Ɛhɔ aana mese me last chance aani nti mefa so na mene no akɔ kasa… me duru hɔ aa na me nbɛɛma yɛ aba gidigidi. Wei na me gye wɔma no, na ɛyɛ bankye ne mankan fufuo. Boy me wɔɔ ade yi aa bɛyɛ 3hrs na daso gyina fufuo no ho ɛwɔ…na m’anim mfifri, bɛhwɛ.
Ah,! nti ankyɛ biaa na yɛ wɔɔ fufuo yi wie yɛ. Afei me gyina hɔ aana ɔkam sɛ… “Ntow”. Ɛhɔ aana abrantiɛ tenten bi pue fri dɛm hɔ. Me hwɛ abrantiɛ no anim saa na me ka kyerɛ girl no sɛ “eii na wo nua boy yi deɛ ɔso wa paa oo” afri girl yi ano aa… “ɔnnyɛ me nua oo, barima aa mene no wɔhɔ aa ni”
Charley mebo fu a afu yɛ paa…ɛhɔ aa na me hem(sneezed) guu fufuo no mu ɛna me dwane yɛ.
Boi, up till now ne boy no nenam yɛn dan no amin kura dadesɛn. Yɛ use public toilet na kyerɛsɛ me ntumi mpo mpue nkɔ ne, firi anɔpa oo.
Am I getting to end up like him? Am I aiming to be beaten up similar to Papa Sune was? As I stood thinking (my shots were already filled up with water, goodness my kicks are damp as well) all of a sudden, the downpours came to a stop abruptly…wow (ponders). And so “Abrante pa” I proceeded to hustle my hustling-hustle that I was hustling. 30minutes gone (and why would I indeed be observing my time? As though I had an imperative date to go on). I strolled few minutes ahead and saw a dark polyethene sack. Guess what, the side of the elastic had shown which uncovered the 50 number on a fifty cedi note. Boy as I see the thing na I begin dey make shi for the street top. Okay so now how I go wey the thing go? Menners san dey pass the road top (it appears active on this street today). Na where my luck go dey.
Since no one has seen this thing, boy I get deɛ pɛkyɛ oo. So, I said adey hold up a little so say menners lef the street betters a, den a go wey the cash quick. Oh, so you figa say e bi 50gh pɛ fight for? The thing be some big polythene so I believe say the monies bunch. Now e check like everything come dey my top, charley I conf sef. Herh, so who ein pikin make sluggish pass wey ein cash drop for here nu, this deɛ, I sure say e go be woman pɛɛ. I’ve been standing here for 2hrs and all the time somebody dey pass by. As menners too dey pass, I no see say anybro dey stop by just like the way I stand here dey do. So at least hope dey. I stood there and like the Fulani men do when they are in for grasses for their bovines, so as to keep absent doubts from people who pass by.
Soon, it appeared everyone seized to pass by the street once more. Herh, it was as if the route never existed some time recently. Wow fair what I was seeking out, I thank God for giving me the breakthrough finally. e check like Baba God Himself ein mind dey dis thing inside. Now it’s time for me to make a move. As I moved gradually and I looked vividly around to be sure no one was watching, there was no one. So, as I get vim dey go take the cash san na some other 4 guys too see the thing. So as I go closer dey go take the money I no see say the other 4 folks as well dey come… two from behind me, one from the bush at my cleared out side and the other one deɛ, like e get juju, sekof the way e come kech where the cash dey at once nu e over me. Aswer! So, we all go clash for the money top wey wanna hands hit the money. Herh! come see… some fresh shit wey somebody toss put for the street top wey we dey here dey battle for top nu. I do small calculations for my head inside, wey I see say e be new shit, wey I figure out say e be the time the rain dey drop nu, that point naa den the person toss the shit. Na what dey torment me be say as we all dey go clash for the thing top, wanna hands hit the thing so the shit sprinkle and spread for wanna face, as adey talk, my mouth inside all make shit la.😅 Fortunately, no one was on the street so ebe like somebro dey on a more secure side.
On behalf of all potential Daddies, a memorable and a one touching imagined-story to appreciate the effortlessness of our Mummies. Hope I make your read very tasty, feel artistic!
Me kai sɛ brɛ a na me yɛ akwadaa no, na me Maame pɛ “anɔpa nduane” a yɛ di no anwumerɛ mu yɛ paa. Tesɛ cakes, brodo, pancake, biscuit, ɛne ne nkekaho.
Me kai paa sɛ dakoro bi, ahwerɛho sɛm bi sii yɛ, na ɛno na ɛnam so ma mede twerɛ saa abasɛm yi.
Dakoro anwumerɛ bi, na me Maame ayɛ adwuma bebree fiti anɔpa no saa akɔsi sɛ ade bɛsa, ɛnam saa no nti na w’abrɛ paa. Na saa anwumerɛ no, ankyɛ biaa na me Papa nso fri adwuma baa fie. Wei na mmerɛ so yɛ sɛ me Maame bɛ ma me Papa aduane ama w’adi, na me Papa kɔtena didipon no ho, ankyɛ biaa na me Maame de n’aduane be sii n’anim.
Na me te asaaso hɔ nti me huu nea na ɛwɔ prɛte no mu no nyinaa. Na prɛte miɛnsa na na ɛsi n’anim hɔ. Wɔ prɛte baako mu no, na kosua na ɛwɔ mu. Wɔ fofro bi mu nso no, na ɛman ɛna ɛwɔ mu. Prɛte last one no deɛ, na biscuits a ahye paa na ɛwɔ mu. Me hyɛ da tena hɔ kakra hwɛ sɛ obi bɛ hu nea na me hu no anaa! Nanso danmu hɔ yɛ din te sɛ na bibiaa mpo nsi yɛ.
Nea me Papa yɛ yɛ nyinaa ne sɛ, ɔsere kakra ɛna ɔbisaa me sɛnea sukuu yɛ yɛ, na ɔdii adune a na asi n’anim no nyinaa ɛma biscuit no kraa baako anka. Me nkai nea me ka kyerɛ me Papa brɛ a obisa me sɛnea sukuu yɛ yɛ no, nanso me kai paa sɛ me Papa de butter fa biscuit no ho ɛna odii biscuit no nyinaa.
Ankyɛ biaa na mese m’ani kum nti me kɔ akɔda. Na me te sɛ me Maame ɛpa me Papa akyɛw wɔ biscuit a na ahye no ho. Na me werɛnfri nea me Papa ka kyerɛ me Maame no da: “me dɔ, me pɛ biscuits a ahye paa.”
Wei na me hyɛ da kɔ me Papa hɔ kɔ bisa no sɛ, “Dada, ɛyɛ ampa paa sɛ wo pɛ biscuits a ahye anaa?” Na ɔde ne nsa too m’abati, na ɔka kyerɛ me sɛ “wo Maame ɛde ahoɔden bebree ahyɛ adwuma mu nnɛ, na w’abra paa. Me gye wo Maame di, na m’ani sɔ ne brɛyɛ paa. Biom nso, biscuit a ahye kakraa ɛnnyɛ hwee na ɛnha adwen nso!”
Abrabɔ a yɛ bɔ yi, “mfomsoɔ” ne “nipa a ɔmo yɛ mfomsoɔ” na ahyɛ mu ma. Me gye tum sɛ me nnyɛ onipa a bibiaa me yɛ biaa yɛ papa, na me san yɛ obia ne werɛfiri “afahyɛ” ne “da titriw” tesɛ sɛnea obiaa werɛ tumi firi adeɛ no. Na nea m’asua nna a atwa mu bebree kɔ no ne sɛ, sɛ wo sua sɛnea yɛ gye obia to mu — na wo hwɛ sɛ wo gye ɔbaako foɔ biaa ne mmɔdemmɔ ne nsonsonoeɛ ato mu yɛ ade baako a yɛntoto n’ase wɔ wo ne obi ayɔnkofa ntam, sɛ wo pɛ ayɔnkofa a ɛyɛ soronko na apɔmuden ne nkɔsoɔ wɔ mu aa.
My Daddy threw my Mama a stone of love, which has been a thing marking rememberance to keep in my safe Kotodwe. God bless the Toil and Sweet-Love of all mothers! Their care has reached the ever-tiniest string in a mango fruit – so Sweet and Tasty.
Happy Mother’s Day to every Mother out there. We’ll continually love you. And, oh! those young women who play the remarkable role in the lives of many as mothers, even though you’re not yet a Mother. God has seen your toil, you’ll go far and do exceedingly greater.
remember those days when our school was contesting for NSMQ. Boy, it wasn’t easy at all oo … I remember we contested at the regional level thrice but never won da.
what led me to this post is a one historical incident I recall, happened in one contest. So, as usual, I was at my somewhere, oo cracking my nuts. I should hear aa, they’ve selected me to represent the school for the NSMQ at the regional level, o abi I was the best student then so na pressure dey my side waa.
My friends came to tell me and I didn’t believe it so I went to the notice board to check for myself, when I went true true my name was there with one lady I was crushing on, kwɛ. We were three but echeck I’ve forgotten the other guy’s name na. Herh what a tough time for me… na I have learned nothing and I’ve forgotten everything too boy.
I sat quietly and thought of a plan, just when all hope was lost, I remembered Aps. Sarfo manufactured a wristwatch which could research and calculations and give responses in seconds … the only thing which came to mind was to go to Aps. Sarfo’s place and get it fast. Oh, so I didn’t waste time kraa… I went to get one and I would have a go.
I taught everything was okay until the day was due that I realized the watch could speak and again sense fart in the atmosphere. Hmm, so I said nothing because I didn’t have any choice then, ah na I should throw it away and do what? So, went inside the hall to start the competition… all eyes on me, wey people too dey give me fans waa. Not soo long when the quiz master was seated, the quiz began.
I pulled my watch on the upper part of my wrist and turned it on. Now I was good to go. First question came, and I typed on the watch and it gave me the answer…charley! come and see fans. The watch was working, and I likewise liked the woman who spoke; it’s like she was a fante woman bi. So, the thing was going on saa then we got to round 3, our school was leading.
we got the math stage boy come and see… the question came and I typed the thing on the watch and it started giving people’s fart sounds. Eii na why? … now when I type the thing and I press answer aa, then I hear “tuii, ffosh” mm I said no I will try again and see. I typed the thing again I hear “trrrrrrrrrrrrrr” The quiz master was still waiting for our answer. I said no lemme try another one this can’t happen! I pressed answer again and the watch responded “gbuuuuuuuuuui” … that sound made my watch catch fire and I was caught; it was there I knew while people were shouting, some too were farting. That was how our school was banned from NSMQ.
…Herh! what a stress. Last tuesday I decided to leave Kumasi and come Accra to join the fun around. So I took off very early the next morning from Kumasi to Accra. This time around, na me npɛ sɛ yɛduru lindadoor aa, mɛ san akɔ tua 50p akɔ dwonsɔ. nti me faa STC busses no bi, na yɛ se bus wei diɛ urinal, toilet ne wifi nyinaa wɔ mu bi.
Afei me kɔ tenaa bus yi mu na fine lady bi nso bɛ tenaa me nkyɛn… ɔse “Good morning” ɛna me nso me gyee so sɛ “Good morning my dear” ankyɛ biaa na bus no yɛɛ sɛ eetu. Afei diɛ, me te bus yi mu saa na me yɛm starti sɛ ɛyɛ me ya.
Fɛreɛ nti na me se wei deɛ ɛnnyɛ ly biaa na mede bɛ hyɛ meho saa akɔ duru fie. Jack, me tena hɔ saa na afei deɛ me yɛm no ayɛ serious…na mfifire astarti ɛte me nti me de ahomteɛ bisa lady no sɛ ɔwɔ tissue wɔ ne ho anaa, ɔma me bi na me mfa kɔ hem(sneeze) wɔ W.C no so.
Nti me gyee tissue no na me kɔɔ toilet no so wɔ bus no mu. Me bue toilet no no…sɛɛ toilet no ɔmo aconnecti loud speaker ɛde ama T.V. Na sɛ wo hyɛ toilet no so na sɛ wo ta kakraa bi mpo aa, obiaa bɛ te wɔ bus no mu. Ah na sɛ sɛn? na me mti aseɛ nti me se me kɔ bisa mate no…mate no ka kyerɛ me sɛ ɛyɛ aa nkɔfoɔ kɔ hyɛ toilet no so aa, ɔmo ta too much, na sɛ ɛba saa ɛdestructi driver no nti speaker no bɛ checki ɛta no.
Boy, sɛ neɛ na me yɛm ɛyɛ me no m’ankɔ ne within 4seconds a, nea na ebesi nnyɛ kraa.
So I took courage ɛna me kɔɔ toilet no so. Na me mpɛ sɛ obiaa bɛ te bibiaa wɔ toilet no so nti na ma yɛ very careful wɔ hɔ, but na me ntumi nta kɛseɛ because aduane na me dii the day before no boy ɛnyɛ oo. Sɛ me dii gɔbɛ ewia no ɛna enwumerɛ no nso me dii fante dɔkono ne koobi nkwan. Nti me ta dea woaa imagine scent no… nanso pressure bia na adeɛ no de ba no, na ɛnnyɛ easy nti me gyae mu bɔkɔɔ.
Wei na me se mɛ wie nti me kɔ tena se. Me bue toilet door no na obiaa nni bus no mu, driver no nti bus no mu ɛna TV no nso atu atɔ fɔm. Nti me si fɔm sɛ me kɔ hwehwɛ bebia ɔmo nnyinaa kɔ…me nkɔ hwɛ aa, driver yi na ne asthma aba aa ɔda fɔm hɔ yi. Me bisaa mate no sɛ adɛn aa, ɔse me yɛm bɔn dodo na ɛkaa the, anka driver no spinal chord mu bu mpo. Sesiaa me kasa yi, yɛ da so wɔ hospital hɔ, kyerɛsɛ yɛnhu bebia driver no left ribs kraa akɔhyɛ…