THE DOOMED YOUTH OF OUR TIME!

Gone are the days when some speeches were hard to be spoken. Gone are the days when some deeds were rare among the youth.

Indeed, we are living in a different world now. I live in a typical Ga community. With this aricle, I am not basing on only Gas but the youth of today in general, because "it is better nowhere". I came out of my room last week Friday at 11:47 p.m to buy some food after studying. It is about a mile from where I live to the main town and I normally walk. The "miracles" I saw were interesting to the extent that, I strolled for two good hours on the streets.

 After walking for about ten minutes, there was nothing good I saw or heard. If not "Oles3k3 ni w) ye" (do you know mad we are), it will be "Ony3" (your mother). What surprised me most was when I crossed a gutter and heard a girl of about five years say to the other, "Onye onu" and the other girl responded likewise. Two minutes later, I saw one boy of not more than 17 years having a dance with a girl of his age in a busy drinking spot where I intentionally entered to buy water which later turned into deep hugs and exchange of kisses. I crept slowly out of the place when a man saw me and asked if I needed "some drugs or a lady"? 

I quickly told him I bought some from the first joint, judging from how he approached me with convincive steps and that deceptive appearnce, he deduced it was one of the alternatives that brought me. He told me to pass-by for enjoyment anytime. 

I saw youngsters at age 17 - 22 (at most), hovering on the streets and exposing their illuminated sexual contours to attract "buyers" - how pathetic.

You would not believe my next picture I disclose but trust me, it was real. Fridays' like today, they really enjoy themselves so much. I saw women boozing under a gathering and both the young and old dificating under a bridge at another junction. So I asked myself; what do these people think they are doing? My question was later answered by an intoxicated middle aged man, "we are having fun"! No wonder there are numerous display of adverts of alcoholic beverages on our television and radio stations and these people are more than educated now. 

Surely, these adverts are contributing intensively to these behaviours exhibited by the youth of our time, coupled with lack of good parental care. Some of our parents are indisciplined themselves and having a corrupt mind so their offsprings pick up same character portraits as the saying in the Akan dialect goes, if a child does not resamble his mum, then the dad.

Under a huge dark tree as I was getting closer to the main town stood a group of young men, smoking cigarette and marijuana busily, and murmuring in groups of four or five. I realised these people do not care whoever comes or go for they did not chech who passed or came due to their busy talks and feeling "iy-re".

Is this the future our fathers' fought for? Is this the destiny of the unborn generation? Infact, our society today is"corrupt" and full of deviants. Discipline has been chased with heavy weapons such as disrespectfulness, truancy and streetism, fornication, drug addiction and many other social vices from the native Ghanaian community where the elderly did gather the younger ones and told heroic and Ananse stories to ginger their appetite in perceiving what is good and acceptable

The new media has now become a channel for educating people on preventing pregnancies through a thousand means and a million ways of enjoying yourself. It is about time the government and the National Media Commision put a  ban on these things and regulations guiding the duration inwhich some adverts are ran and how they should be ran as well as the minstry for civic education.

Our spiritual leaders must come in and intercede on behalf of this nation and the youth for God Almighty, to instill some fears in us that we may fear doing wrong because, some people found in our community are so much addicted to it that sitting down for twenty-four hours without doing wrong, becomes an abomination to the spirit that lives wihtin them else, Mother Ghana is doomed.  Let us all stand proud and stand tall to do something about this situation. God bless our Homeland Ghana.

NOTHING CAN REPLACE THIS FEELING.

I may be young

But atleast I know who I am

I may not know much 

But atleast, I know it because I feel it

When I see her, am content

And when she's out, I ruminate over those happy moments

Telling her how DEAR she is

Telling her how DEEP, her love is

Telling her how DEEP, her words sinks into my heart

Like the voices of many waters', 

Cascading from the hills and rocks to the hamlets' of our homes

How beautiful she smells

Like the fragrance from the cinnamon trees

So gorgeous and so unique in it's own way

Unarguable though I argue about nature

At my age, I may doubt myself, yet I dive

At my poignancy I may doubt, yet I know what it takes to love

Indeed, it is certain: NOTHING can replace this feeling

In my ears her name keeps clicking and that keeps me thinking

At a point I stop and smile to myself

Doubting about being in this spirit

Atleast, I know am in love 

A feeling too bully to describe

And he who feels it can know it best

And nothing can replace this feeling

   MY LADY!

In my dream I saw this lady

In my illusion I found her chant

Her words, so deep in my heart will I forever plant

The words, so pragmatic that I can't forget

I think I can, NO I can't

Her voice... as darling as that of a Yankee

Sent some shivers to my very artery

I was amazed that at a moment I was blunt

Seeing how she went on her beats

As beautiful as the rhythm of the cinnamon trees

Watching how she begins with her keys

I couldn't help than rise to my very bases

Stealing on her as she moved her feet

 It was so great, oh Gees!

But at a moment it was over

She cascaded off the stage like a brook

Now I know it's all over

Never will I see this figure 

On the stage hover 

But her words, like Alda in Italia

Will I forever treasure 

SHE LIVES ON.

She did all she could
In the morning she was so jolly
Having this lass
Lying on her laps
After that four hours of canter labour
She now have this gift
Which she will always sift
She did all she could
But after a decade under the sun
Toiling to give her seed all that she can
There came an infirmity
As she begun to blossom summarily
Knowing her all these years
Waking up today to find this mess
The acute pain she bear in her head's egg
So painful that her head was swollen like a bull
- Carthasis! Every woman would rather bear
 This unimaginable pain for her child - I guess
 In the morning she gave all she could
But at sunset she realised it was no good
After two months of  torture
Alas, she was no winner
For the first day of her life
She was so safe
It looked as if there was nothing like disorder
But when she began to flourish
Her fate's malady began to evolve
Foreseeing the next scenario
She began to sob
There was nothing else in her arms to rock
Now she know the world is never fair
There is nothing else to hold on
But in her memories she lives on
Because she did all she could