Wednesday 8 November 2017

Being Me

All I need is a name and a face to partake
Identity; a necessity for one’s sake
Being me doesn’t come easily without a self
Only if there was a model of me on the shelf
Then I could just emulate till I reach perfection.
If only there was a model…
I will just commit to its ways and become.
 I could just understudy and assimilate.
But, who do I become?
Too many voices; each one wanting to be heard and adhered to.
To be me, I multitask, I take shit, and I get fucked up in places unimaginable.
 It’s difficult telling onlookers and other seemingly absentminded but worried observers to see what I don’t see. It would be easier if I postured to being Idi or Gandhi; that way, I would know what I am doing and people might at least tell me that I am not doing it like my predecessors. But here I am - a prototype without a blueprint.
Forging out of nothing to be something – everything.
The onslaught of tags and labels
Wading through paths unmade and yet…
Too many expectations from snoopy folks who are barely groping
Let me stumble and fall as long as I would have the wherewithal to rise
Let me keep going as far as my conviction would
To embrace me as a creation and not a discovery
Being different should not offend anyone
Being me should please everyone









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Wednesday 16 August 2017

The Judgement Day

The other day, while trying to experience heaven which I do often, I thought about the grande concept of heaven and it has since made life simpler for me. I know most of you only think of yourselves but I've mostly been preoccupied with how heaven and Hell are going to be.

Per the imagery that has been etched into my mind from every topic that has attempted to discuss or address the heaven and Hell issue, I have come to perceive the idea in vivid terms. I like to think of a day that will begin calmly with some of us waking up to takeovers and other unusual news that have become so commonplace, people queued up at their usual bus stops waiting for their rickety buses, the koko and waakye seller near the mosque, all going about brisk business as usual and school children scurrying to school until we are awashed with a tempestuous revolt and chaos everywhere. People would be scrambling for everything and nothing, everyone is running helter-skelter in all directions, bumping and crashing into each other. Rage and cries of desperation laced with fear and despair everywhere. Every dead person is coming back to life, all of them facing the east with an air of indifference and loss rather than being happy for coming back to life.

There would be a select few airborne, raptured up by the holy spirit into the skies until they finally arrive at the white pearly gates of heaven, while the bad ones who were left behind waits for hell to come to them. On that day, it would be a black and white affair, no gray areas, just up or down, table or chair, man or woman, here or there. Every hue would be eroded, there won't be any in-between and its attendant nuances. Sometimes, I find it hard to arrange the sequence of events but it's relieving to know that everything would happen within 24hrs as the name depicts. 
  
Somewhere in the list of the eventful program would be a time where all of us would gather in a very big auditorium for the film session, where everyone would know their fate - the filifili session, where people would surprise themselves with some of the playback of God's CCTV. Sometimes, I like to think that we would all gather and watch each other's film and know who we really were - to each other or we may be called one after the other into the movie room a la Big Brother. But would these happen before the rapture or would it just follow after the trumpet has been sounded? 

Then again, I think of Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel and the early men and women who died some two years ago, being judged on the great judgment day with some of us, the latter day saints. There would be people asking to be carried shoulder high so they can see above what their heights can allow just so they can have a glimpse of folks who have altered the course of history. There would be infants and children who have to be judged somehow even though they didn't get the chance to grow up like me or other older people. There would be powerful surround speakers that would boom in the auditorium echoing out names like John Mahama, Adolf Hitler, Amakye Dede, Yayra Kpodo, Jacob Zuma and every other person that would be gathered there. Folks would be on the alert to hear names of people they don't wish well or have been curious about. Exes would have a field day, wanting to watch the video to see every treachery and felony their spouses have committed and others would have scores to settle even on that day. People might even ruin their one chance at making it to heaven…

What if going to Hell would actually make some people happy and fulfilled only because they actually worked for it? Would the arisen be in their tatters or they would be awashed with white cassocks?

And all of these...

Dear Reader, let me tell you about all the fuss of judgment day and how it would happen. The truth is Judgment happens every day, except, it is not your turn yet. I feel heaven and hell every time or maybe a simulation of the concept and the latter may be true. Have you withheld urine you should let go of due to some circumstances only to pass it later at your wits end? Yes, that's heavenly, not heaven. Lol. I hear people talk about cloud nine and that's heavenly too as people would make us believe. Have you had an expectation met, that's heavenly too, whereas hell is, never mind.

Judgment day is already existent but it only happens to people when they die. You don’t expect all of us to come along when all of us were not born on the same day. You go with a team; probably, everyone who died on that day just like everyone who was born on your day of entry into the world. It's us who die and leave the world behind. THE WORLD WOULD NEVER END, it is our world that will end and thereafter, judgment, which is in order since we are all subject to accountability. We all account to someone here in our daily lives or sometimes, monthly so you don’t expect to just come around, live your life and go scot free without any scrutiny and its eventual sanction thereof. 


The Writer tweets @vilejah

Sunday 30 July 2017

Familiarity breeds contempt

It's true that familiarity breeds a repugnant and an engulfing contempt which finally enstranges a relationship - be it love, business, social or just anything you can think of.

Sometime ago on social media especially Facebook, when you become friends with people, one of the two parties slides into the inbox of the other to acknowledge friendship only because it's a privilege. Other times, it happens in the full glare of anyone who shares their timelines. This, they do at least once or twice even if it was going to be the only chance at friendship. But now.

It has become a haram to openly acknowledge friendship on each other's wall because when you do, you can become an object of public ridicule for a while and sometimes from time to time, through a screenshot to remind you of your folly or when you arrived. It portrays you as a softie who is all sentimental. Therefore, it's now okay to remain friends with people for so many years without a hi, as though that's how we do in real life where we get to see people, animated.

Why are we no longer friendly?

If all we want is to add and remain friends with people just to be privy to their lifes, then why do we add them as friends (and not follow them in worst case scenarios)? Perhaps the laxity of Facebook's terms of engagement has also helped to make this anomaly pervasive, unlike Twitter that thrives on economy, where you don't automatically become friends with people only because they are available. No, you decide to follow back. You decide to be friends with the fellow too, otherwise the friendship remains a one way affair where only the former gets to follow you.

Aside the algorithms that influences friendship, I think that we have become unfriendly only because too many people have become overly friendly - a gesture that freaks most people out, like someone sliding into your inbox for the first time and begins to address you as 'my dear' without allowing the friendship to define itself over time. I also think that technology or the aid of bundled data has made it way too accessible for us to 'see' and interact with each other all the time which ostensibly blinds people to blur the lines.

It is necessary to maintain respect for everyone you become friends with because it's an earned privilege and that would be it, only we don't mind if there are other motives as long as none of it is to hurt them. Only be familiar with people if you can be decorous about it but for those who easily gets awed by the lights, be friends but don't get too familiar with people so you can always keep contempt at bay and this has nothing to do with being anti-social, being narcissistic or too goal-oriented.

Those of you with good lace fronts,  just don't get too caught up in this virtual world. #agb



The writer tweets @vilejah

Tuesday 25 July 2017

To Judge Not



Perhaps, there is some truism in the ‘judge not that ye may not be judged’ verse as intimated by the Holy Bible. I don’t know if judgment entails forming opinion about people’s actions and its ramifications thereof but I really don’t know how I can live in this twined world without holding some variables constant.

Notably, people are what they have become; a resultant effect of the sum total of their experiences which invariably affects what they have seen and heard, what they have actualized, their world view, expectations, penchants et al.

Therefore I think judging people just because they happen to be our classmates, spouses, siblings and Facebook friend is uncool. As much as my will would will me, I would try to desist from judging people. They are a sum total of their experiences, not mine and should not live in my eyes. It is totally wrong and downright disrespectful to judge. You must think that the famous economist was wrong when they asserted that the consumer is always rational.
 
 
How dare you think that, that person you are judging didn’t have a compelling need to do what you just judged them for? Have you held on to a visceral belief only to wake up one fine or turbulent day to realize that shit doesn’t make sense any longer?

We are evolving beings and should be allowed to go through the various stages and processes that would inch us to being what is expected of us, not forgetting that our varying dispositions underlie what we are and what would become of us. Judging people only portray you as intolerant especially if these people we are judging do not answer to us.

People should be allowed to be who they want to be as long as they are within the confines of the laid down rules and it would be proper to also stop holding ourselves as the S.I unit for living. We have different callings which necessitate that we tow different paths and do things differently and while you are it, be thankful for knowing the right thing which has become sacrosanct from your standpoint. Be mindful of perceptions and stop holding yourself ignorant.


The writer tweets @vilejah
 

Thursday 20 July 2017

In Your Presence



My longing absence
Only to squirm in your presence
Intense longs after sweet so-longs
The intense need to feed
How unthinkable to miss you in your presence
To miss all I ever had
Something about you, no, yes, no.
Something about me, yes!
Your smile, the ransom.
If only your next move, I can fathom.
You were my keel, then my kill.
Everything I never had…
To tame love, for it is the doing of my mind; my reality.
Hand in hand, we fight
Hand out of hand we tighten loose ends.
To keep on keeping on for love refines the truth.

Wednesday 12 July 2017

Fatal Attraction

Once upon a time, a girl who was tired and scheming to switch off from his boyfriend met a fine guy online and decided to take a chance. 
 
Knowing how fatal attractions go, date and venue were quickly set. They couldn't wait to find out what awaits them. They have to stop counting their losses so it was time to meet and they moved towards same direction from different parts of town; all of them telling tonnes of lies to their respective emotional dependents.
 
In-between time and space... 
 
Many hours later in a somewhat forced confession just to make amends with her dashed hopes, she said, of all the many things she ever wanted in life was not to sell her soul for pittance and this, she meant, but it turned out that she had a problem - a problem that would shoot her south in a downward spiral. It turned out that her understanding of themes such as soul or pittance is blurred out in an extremely Gaussian way. It's so mixed up that the nuances have lost out on her. Its two non-negotiable ways; either she doesn't have a soul or she didn't understand the soul concept. 
 
The only reason she walked away is the guy was disabled. No. handicapped. And to make matters worse, he had a wife, which became a good riddance, otherwise, she didn't have a choice than to hinge his excuse on the fact that he was crippled in one leg. Not that, she was answerable or explicable to anyone. 
 
The writer tweets @vilejah