
Embrace Equity
Performed on March 8, 2023 on International Women's Day at Accra Total Energies
Haven’t you heard the sirens?
Have you heard the sirens!
It announces,
It announces a table with seats for all!!!!!!
A ground to play on.
If only we could sing the same song
And play a fair game
A fair game themed equity
A game, where she can step forward and take on every space without raising eyebrows
Perhaps,
if we play this game in a glass house, then questions won’t be thrown… at the source of a wealthy woman’s purse
Instead, every aspect of her achievements will be celebrated
If only we would acknowledge the strength in her voice, and join the congregation humming the tunes and lyrics on equity,
Thé game would be half won
And we will understand her strength and splendor.
Who is she?
She is woman
broken in pieces
Eaten flesh to bone—bone to skin
By leach sucking words glued to her mind creating the world she lives in.
She is woman who can’t work because he doesn’t approve of it.
She is woman, the one who walks through the four walls of school and graduates as a housewife.”
She is woman, who’s C section is considered a weakness because it wasn’t a Hebrew woman’s way.
She is woman, who has to drop her father’s name to take her husband’s last name
Woman,
She is woman who needs to pray her husband out of adultery yet crucified if she defiled her home.
Woman, she is woman who needs to protect her home if that means being beaten a few times every day
it’s out of love they say.
She is woman
And she wants to claim her voice
She wants to be Nana Yaa Asantewaa fighting against injustice
She is Ransome Kuti, the first of a kind, with her sword-breaking barriers
She wants to be Esther Ocloo a successful career woman
She wants to be in every space just like her predecessors.
All she asks is a hand
Yours and more to fight
A voice to demand equality,
light thrown on injustices
Heart to fully embrace equity.
(Ok so this is an Activity for us all)
So let us with arms wide open, embrace each other
This is a literal representation of equity
a complete recipe for development.
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Move
Performed on December 22, 2021 at an event sponsored by UNESCO and the Embassy of Italy for the launch of Graffiti Ghana's mural on creating awareness on human trafficking through migration.
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I read
Vacancy! Vacancy!
girls needed in the Middle East
With a plush salary
thought it was a European strategy
But for its attraction I left.
I sought hot cake served on a white plate
I demanded nice pay to cage my poverty
For 5 years without work
I thought Maid here
was ice and grace.
But I live here like slave.
From when I entered, I was considered waste
detained, cuffed in chains.
Tutu papa the merciless atupa set in haste.
I was promised a job, not sex maid
I work without dignity, yet they
Seize my salary
to pay a debt they claim I owe.
I cry without justice while they destroy the soul in the deepest part of me
They call me without my name.
I get beat, slapped at the least of a mistake.
The agent said I would be a house maid.
I trekked on dry bones and paid thousands to die without aid.
I have no sanity and
live in agony.
I was the trend you spoke bad of
The one who lost her sanity at the airport.
I was pushed from their front porch.
But they said I was abusive.
How can abused be abusive?
I was lost on the Mediterranean Sea with no identity
Yet you spat on me like piece of torn meat
Had the agents told me what It really was,
Had the information been more specific,
I wouldn’t be here crying for asylum with no help please.
You can judge
Just be sure we all move.
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Logarithms
Performed at BlueCrest College
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On the shores where they came
and the land where they stayed,
exploiting, expanding, enhancing other territories
where the reasons they came.
Yet,
language, culture, religion, civilization differences
where the boundaries they faced.
So a curriculum to
read, write, solve simple mathematics they gave
in other to speak, preach, teach, and understand
what they say and it worked than they weighed.
victory for freedom expelled them, but the curriculum
stayed.
Masters, improving their field of study,
potential scholars ready;
innovators, inventors, specialist, talent to practice,
no sanction
a failure is of the 90’s
and success is for this century.
Here! a borrowed, undynamic, theoretically bulky,
unshaped printed curriculum has diligence.
Students gotten -
Teach, learn, exams, pass, work, money,
their establishment for enhancement,
many practitioners limited chances,
talents unpracticed
they drain and rotten.
Relations and functions, Logarithms,
plane geometry, trigonometry, Pythagoras theorem,
equations.
I grew up struggling, solving,
looking for a piece of X and Y
stranded on who founded, initiated, documented
and why they should be missing.
A scientific lab I untouched
consenting practicals written
talents, dreams threatened
failure of a subject sanction.
Easy formula, unleashed by many teachers
many subjects for the neck,
soo much to keep:
BECE, SSCE, WASSCE, NOV-DEC
always exams to fit,
at work nothing to peep,
have nothing to give,
given all to exams to keep.
Mama thinks am lean
sounds mean,
my brain I fear to lose, how do I push
suddenly my name, I forget for free.
feeling dizzy with learn, chew, and pour.
Logarithms for reasoning
are you done teasing,
on the streets
the screens
certified graduates left ajar
confused, broken, depressed, burdened,
wishing to get far.
Keep watching your results,
success and failures,
sitting like an alien, as if it not trending
how we dry, no matter how hard we try.
success promising keys, yet the locks mysteries!
logarithms with rhythms,
our protagonist, antagonist with reasons
reduce rhythms in this century
and you freed from zealotry,
then your utterances come with pride and effrontery.
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A SCREAM FOR ACCEPTANCE
Performed for GT Bank's Annual Autism Workshop "Empowering Voices for Autism"
And I was born distinct
With features so unique
In a world of butterflies and no flaws
Wait I heard something
Wails, cries
Long ago I heard abort abort it will be no sin at all
I heard mama crying
Asking for solution
She cries what did I do to deserve this.
They claim it’s a curse.
They call me curse.
They don’t look at me
Pregnant women don’t look me all
children don’t play with me
They all disgust me.
Why do you throw stones
Why do you speak to me rudely
Your eyes terrifies me,
Who am I
I am a survivor who feels guilty for my siblings who couldn’t survive the Autism spectrum
Hear!!! Open your ears and hear
Hear their screams from the far away lands
Hear the tears dropping from their tortured skins brutally murdered
sadly sending them to their early graves.
Here! These are their tortured skeletons
Am leaving here
Hear you murderers
Do not pretend you cannot hear
for it is loud and clear.
Your evil words sent those kids away
Those blades in your mouth made mothers give up
You could have helped
But your disgust flashed them straight down the drain
They were crushed, beaten, poisoned, drowned and buried without tears and graves.
Those knives you carefully sharpened in your heart helped you kill them that day
You killed them without a trace of remorse.
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Here!! I bring you their caskets, mixed with skeletons, and dried up water from their scavenged graves.
Look, Take.
Are you okay
Are you satisfied with killing someone's child and having yours at home
Sending them on errands and laughing at their unfunny jokes
Whiles leaving others with scars of babies
They could not save and hold
Are you okay, are you satisfied?
When you in a group, you don't care
Pointing hands, giving names and a mischievous stir
When you're alone you pretend to care–a lie that is extremely unfair
Here! drop your pretense here
For once give those you sent without graves a befitting burial here.
And look at me with love and admiration
Talk to us with respect
Embrace us
We are not contagious
Allow your children to play with us
They won’t become like us
We are not snakes.
Support everyone who kept us alive.
I may smile definitely but my smile is that of survivor and strength
I may stutter with words but mummy knows it all
I may never stop needing care but love me
Embrace me
Love me, love me, love me
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