by Admin | Jun 12, 2020 | Poem, Scripts
Town Crier
Our paths parted seventy and a thousand years back
I call you to witness; brother’s keepers, lovers of wealth and brother’s killers.
You too, wrecked ships and innocent lives lost in these seas.
Iron ballast blocks counterbalancing weights of enslaved souls.
Shackles In rusty coils
Piercing through naïve skins-
You saw us come and go; Do not keep quiet now.
Graded into three: To colour, To wealth, To politics.
Or even four: To religion.
Propaganda tactics running on fingertips
Money roots held tightly by villains
Juiced out of the blood of innocent souls.
Hunters of wildfires in a dry vast land of religious principles
Now, an inguinal hernia
In society’s groin.
To colour?
We held on to you with dignity!
And gave us the strength to breathe.
The beauty of the shades of hue
Adorned on us
And shone like a bright morning star.
A brighter future beyond the horizon is all we seek.
But for racism?
Will this ever end?
The fight against racism
Is no ordinary playground.
It is a crown of thorns
Yet yields glory
On the Victor’s podium.
It starts with you, and me.
I may be black, you may be white.
But,
How are we now?
And what have we now?
Daavi Emefa
12th June, 2020.
by Admin | Jun 7, 2020 | Poem, Scripts
THE OTHER WORLD OF LIGHT.
Drip, drops, slips, low the crops
The dew refracts the rays of the yellow morning glory,
It sips, sucks, flips, then it flaps
Soak in the vibrations of the humming bird and the tulip story.
Feel the vertical grasses sway in patterns to the changing winds.
And the dandelion flowers dancing a spinning salsa to the airs.
The ants march in parade to the leaking nectar from the flamboyant.
And quietly listen to the Opera of lingual birds singing in resonance,
Whispering..
Sea, son, season, re – son, reason.
Witnessing the trees echo their calming frequencies of pitch
Through the living woods, through the pinna of the impala’s reach
Feed your soul, where your inner energy pays attention with no currency.
Let the carpeting waves of the cold oceans touch your soles
And allow your worries be nulled by the soothing sweeping breeze
Close thy sight and listen to the voices of her cools reach your poles
It is through this medium she’ll make your inner problems freeze
Gift her a package of your sorrows, and she’d transport you to peace
And the rubs of her sideways coconut strands shall sing you a rattle song.
Nature is calling you on a beam to find your balance
She welcomes you with drumming of rain drops to the soils
There’s enough energy for you in the capsules of her Universe
Open your mind, open your soul,
unlock your conscience, unleash your intuition,avail your spirits
Of light and darkness blends the keys to your living mortals
Embrace them both and receive enlightenment from the parallel portals,
Of the stars, and the black holes, and the milky way, and all comets,
Channel your energies and glide through its laws attraction.
In the sounds of silence…..
Meditate…
Humankind
by Admin | May 14, 2020 | Poem, Scripts, Spoken word
WHEN AFRICA WAS AFRICA…
To the day the cock gave the farmers a gentle alarm
And the sun came kissing the walls of the brown huts
And the paths in the grasses led our women to the cold Rivers
And the mornings were a chemistry hall of different food aromas
And our women strap their breasts with the most colorful weaves
And the muscles on our gallant men copied the contours of clouds
And our lands were more fertile than the white supremacist lady
And our shores contained minerals worth more than a whole Europe
And the white albinos got jealous of it and thought evil.
And Africa became a maize and they became the weevil
And they bore through our territories,and became smart terrorists
And they lied to us in the name of trade, but they later began to raid.
And steal, and destroyed, and raped our bountiful women with their 4 inches dicks.
And with the power of their whips and gun powders, they wiped our culture and heritage,
and taught us how to become a second them.
And enslaved us, and we obeyed, because there was no one to fight for us,because the rest of the world shut their cracked lips.
And they re wrote our history beginning with slavery, and primitive jabs
And they taught our generations with it, and mental slavery grew well.
And it found our modern day politicians, and most of them became the new oppressors, and black began to hate on black.
And anyone who tried to re unite and save us from the curses was Cursed with death, by own his own, with motivations from the white
And history swell with Canker, and we formed the African Union.
And they were never united, by worshiping their slave masters still.
And China came in, and the rest of it became the best comedy ever.
Dear Africa, look at your flags, they’re all made in China….. My lungs
Humankind 🌍.
by Admin | May 14, 2020 | Scripts, Slam 90
About SLAM 90
A call was sent out for interested poets to submit a 90 seconds piece on the topic “Life After Covid 19”.
5 slam pieces were selected for this first episode. (5 slammers)
At the end of Season #1 a total of 6 slammers are expected to be listed on the Ehalakasa Slam 90 album to be released in December 2020.
Our aim is to give the young poet the necessary opportunity and exposure in this verbal space industry.
HOW TO VOTE
Voting will open from Friday 7pm to Tuesday 1am approximately (90 HOURS)
WHERE TO VOTE
Go to EHALAKASA on YouTube and VOTE for your favorite slammer by name.
Just write HIS/HER name in the comment section just ONCE.
The Lucky Slammer (winner) will be announced at 7pm on Tuesday.
JUDGING
We have shared the judgment by percentage and into three (3) categories.
50% – By the general public on YouTube, one man/woman one vote.
30% – By 3 selected spoken word/ slam artist with enough knowledge about slam.
20% – By the Ehalakasa Team.
If you have any questions do not hesitate to contact us on ehalakasa@gmail.com
Shalom!
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by Admin | Jan 19, 2020 | Events, Scripts
What is Love?
Is it a feeling, an emotion or a psychological illusion that attracts people together to live as though they were made for each other, long before their existence on Earth? Or it’s just a name given to whatever we think it is that does what it does, or Love is just how we understand it to be…
What is Lust?
Is it the feeling that attracts people together to fall, stand or lay in love?
Or it’s just an emotion that the masses mistaken for love, or lust is actually love,
or it is what it is, or it’s how you define it to be, or its all a lie?
Then what’s a Lie?
Is it the absence of the truth, or the opposite of not saying the truth? Or Lie is the foundation that lies below every
“I love you”? Maybe Lie is, not explaining to those you love it’s actually lust that brought you to them,
or maybe everything about love and lust is a lie.
Thus, what shall we say of love, lust and lies in a season like this?
How much Lust makes a Love?
How less of a Love breeds a Lie?
How much Lie breaks a Love?
Can lies make a love last?
Can love turn lust into lies
Can lust and lies save a love?
For more questions and less answers or for more answers and less questions surrounding this ageless trio join us at the
Folks Place of the National Theatre of Ghana on Thursday 6th February
for an unforgettable night of words, passion, soul and spirit under the tree of ” LOVE, LUST and LIES, powered by G3 Channels.
by Admin | Jan 3, 2020 | Scripts
YOU QUITTED, YOU SINNED
If Lucifer lived like a Saint for one night, Whom shall the prophets pray against till the sun rises?
If a Saint dines with Jezebel on the table that was supposed to turn for you this year,
Whom shall ye sack first?
Regardless of whom ye push firstly, you share a DNA with the witch and the gene of a selfless Saint.
And if you give up on what ye long thirsted for but spill away the half a cup of water gained, whom do ye hurt?
The dry throats of your dreams, or the loved ones whose dreams,
were you achieving your full cup of water to feed their thronged oesophagus praying for your longevity?
Your “you’re not good enough” state is what the anonymous path takers of your footsteps see as the “best they wish to be”
The love you sought to be the fuels of your propellers,
but was a needle in the ocean before you are actually the wind that pushes your propellers to the mountain top.
They are all around you, like the air, you’re not meant to see them, like your breath.
I talk to you, you farmer of dreams, you left your hoes behind, you in mid-air and the hunger of the traders before
Together, ye trio form dots of stars opposing the constellations.
Ye stopped the universe from being.
Turn around ye are not weak, ye are only meek
Turn around, let the hunger of the traders before thee be thy behind,
you in mid and your hoe before. This was how thy map was vectored.
Go back to the farmlands,
quit the quitting,
ye cannot feed thy own feelings,
you’re not responsible for that,
feed the people,
they shall feed thy feelings in return as Thanksgiving.
I quitted poetry for six hours only to demonstrate to ye the equal pain you caused your generation when ye gave up.
I didn’t burn my poems,
I burnt your regrets,
move.
I quitted poetry for six hours to reveal to thee how you left the three hundred Spartan soldiers dismembered in their blood,
in the valleys of the Persians when ye left them without a retreat, as you surrendered.
But there’s a way, become their Daniel back, prophecy to them, they shall wake.
Quit saying I quit,
Give up on giving up Soldier,
Ride-on with me on my gallant horse,
we continue the journey from where ye stopped.
I’m taking my shields of POETRY back,
spit the blood of defeat away thy mouth carries.
Take your shield again , we ride back to the battle, till we die……………..
Humankind.
