Ehalakasa

The Cultural Journal

News, essays, and dispatches from the movement.

The Matriarch’s Verse 2022

The Matriarch’s Verse 2022

Many men and women of the Gold Coast fought, toiled and sacrificed, just
so that the generations after theirs could live honestly and freely, to dictate
their own policies and create their own Nation…
The Matriarch’s Verse
— Ghana At 65 – The State of the Nation

A Poetry Concert By APIORKOR
Coming to you on the 18th November 2022…..

In Partnership with:
The National Theatre | KGL Foundation
Partners:
UNESCO | B. You by Berla Mundi | EHALAKASA | The Musical Lunatics | Avonsige Fashion
House
Sponsors:
Kri8 Concept | Poetry Association of Ghana | Ahaspora Young Professionals | Democrats
Abroad – Ghana
Media Partners:
Citi TV | 97.3 Citi FM | Ghana Weekend | Ameyaw Debrah Media

Ehalakasa SlamXL : The Road To FESPACO Gold Slam 2023

Ehalakasa SlamXL : The Road To FESPACO Gold Slam 2023

Who will represent us at FESPACO?

As part of our responsibility to raise slammers and to see a thriving, sustainable verbal space for the future of poetry slam (competitive poetry) in Ghana, we (Ehalakasa) have in partnership with the Goethe Institut, Accra to host SlamXL #3.

October 28, 2022
7:00 PM
Goethe-Institute
Free Entry
Don’t miss out!

Dragged

Dragged

feel as light as a feather
My emotions seems to fly at any wind blowing direction…
I just can’t hold and control.
My screams are explosive and loud,
But no one ever wants to hear me out…
They claim they never heard me shout.

Anger boils through my heart with rage.
Piercing out with some partial self hate.
I’m being cuddled by fear and hurt and shame…
There’s so much to this pain.
But I just do my best to block this negativity out,
I’m almost numb to it…

I’ve been tortured and raped…
Each day he comes around,
His hard presence always feels closer and deeper.
Tearing fabrics like he is King Kong or some character from a vampire or possessed movie…
Pain pumping through my veins,
My heart beats sounds as good as the beats by *Drey* Like audible as connected to a Bluetooth device…
And 10 times faster.
My mouth is being covered, so is my breathe.
There’s always sweat and a package of goose bumps,
I always have to beg for his Mercy…

Don’t look at me like that, I promise I mean it…

And for the past years, I have been a slave to my memories…
Whipped and molested repeatedly,
Day after night…

Come on,
Society judged me
You judged me…
You beat my ears with your mouth,
But some days, the side effects of this mouth to ear thing recks me…
Cos you have no idea where I have been and what I’ve been through.
And for your info,
There’s nothing fun about doing something you never wish to be doing but have to,
Just to keep you alive and far away from the everyday pain…

I Know my dressing gives you the conclusive impression that,
*”She’s just a hore”*
And like other exposed women, I’m nothing.
But you don’t have to be wrong about that.
After all you never listened anyway.
And what’s the point in protecting what’s already broken…
I mean hiding what’s already stolen…
The flesh that’s already destroyed…
Well!

If only these bruises would show on my skin,
Like a three days old unfinished tattoo,
You would see just how much I hurt inside.
I have lost my identity at the tip of your tongues…
Who I thought I was and would be has been slowly drifted into the back pockets of insecurities…

And once again, I stand in front of the mirror and I ask my self,
*”How did I get here?”*

This side is suffocating me…
I’m in the middle of this street and no one can see me die…
Drowning in my tears and no one can see me cry…
I’m lost in my shadow no matter how hard I try…

I’m hungry for believe,
Starving to be understood…
I crave for freedom,
Yelling for justice…

I wanna pass out,
I wanna die,
Fade away
And maybe by that, I will be heard
And I will be *free*

Breast: A Tool For Mass Instruction

Breast: A Tool For Mass Instruction

Don’t squeeze too tight
ooohhh this boy
Agyeeeiiiiii! Waka mi
Akua always sleeps with it in her mouth
From the North to the East to the west to the South
Little baby, where else could you find better food
Than from the nectar those two round balls brought

You can’t deny that at one point in your life you needed it
You needed it so bad, you cried and wailed for it
Begged and screamed for it
Wouldn’t stop crying until your lips latched onto it
The joy those two round balls brought

You still can’t forget about it
So even after 20 years, you still want more of it
To play with, suck, to caress, to love
Once they’re in your hands, you just can’t get enough of it
The joy those two round balls bring

Now you have them
And though you may not want them in your mouth any more
You’re dying for someone else to taste them
Or probably you’ve already gotten a sucker
Someone who knows how to work’em for your back to ache in pleasure
Oh what joy those two round balls bring

Source of food
source of pleasure
Something to love
Something to treasure
Good news is it doesn’t come in ones but it comes in twos
Who can truly say they never loved boobs

Matters of the breast are not gender biased
As we’re trying to fight breast cancer,let’s not be quiet
Spread awareness with utmost importance, don’t be defiant
Male and female
Young and old
Rich and poor
Let’s stand abreast as we fight against breast cancer
Let’s not forget that All Breasts Matters

FOR LOVE OF WORDS (FLOW)

FOR LOVE OF WORDS (FLOW)

EHALAKASA & FLOW (For Love Of Words) based in Dallas TX USA in partnership with Gold Coast Restaurant presents the INTERNATIONAL SHOWCASE Ghana edition.
This international Showcase has been running actively for the last 9 years. It is a high-powered night of entertainment that features the worlds best Spoken Word Poetry, Live Music and Comedy.
We call it a celebration of the Arts. In the last 3 years FLOW have had the gracious opportunity to produce the show overseas in places like Jamaica, Aruba and Panama.
This October, Saturday 29 EHALAKASA is pleased to be hosting FLOW and some of its top-notch performers here in Accra.
Gate open at 7pm sharp, all road leads to the Gold Coast Restaurant, dress simple and classy and admission is FREE.
KINDLY CALL +233 55 407 4766 and book your seat NOW to avoid ThisAppointMent!
MOZ SLAM 4TH EDITION GRAND FINAL – SPOKEN POETRY BATTLE

MOZ SLAM 4TH EDITION GRAND FINAL – SPOKEN POETRY BATTLE

With the aim of bringing together young people and adults from different backgrounds and styles such as poets, writers, musicians, rappers, journalists and students, in recitals that have the active participation of the public, choosing the best performance and presented text.

The Grand Final of the 4th edition of Moz Slam – Batalha de Poesia Falada takes place on October 22, at 2 pm, at Café das Letras (Association of Mozambican Writers).

Twelve (12) finalist poets, selected in the four qualifiers that took place in June, July, August and September, will compete for the first three places of the Moz Slam Grand Final and, as a prize, will have the opportunity to represent Mozambique abroad (championships festivals and poetry festivals).

Throughout the event there will be activities such as book fairs, poetry recitals (open mic), exhibition of services and products related to literature, and the expected Poetry Slam moment, where the following finalists will compete for the first three places:

João Borges | Morgana Ossufo | Benny Parruque | Kirov Alexandre| Túlio Muchanga | Marlen Chauque | Jessica Cristina | Natacha Socre | Gertino Hilário | Luis Ventura | Octavio Raúl | Neyma de Jesus.

Rappers Iveth and Azagaia are the guest artists for the jury.

We will also have the artistic performance of the poets Gonçalves Gonçalo | Ivandro Sigaval | Ema de Jesus | Denise Fazenda, all finalists and the first two winners of past editions.

Dj AD will provide us with moments of music and Matilde Chabana will be the master of ceremonies for this magnificent event.

Moz Slam is a spoken poetry contest based on several rules that involve the performance and original poetry of its participants, a time limited to three (3) minutes for their presentations

EHALAKASA CARAVAN EN ROUTE TO SOLOKO CAFE, HO.

EHALAKASA CARAVAN EN ROUTE TO SOLOKO CAFE, HO.

Another Ehalakasa Community Project. As part of our Creative Social Responsibility, we bring the arts to the people. Using a public address system to address public concerns about the system and bridging the gap, face2face, and Activating Spaces.
Ehalakasa, It lives in us!

Friday, 21st OCTOBER, 2022
7:00PM – 9:00PM GMT
Venue: SOLOKO CAFE, at HO, Volta Region
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Το partner/support call 0208251894

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Feelings

Feelings

I have completely lost everything
Lost everyone
I can’t even tell which is my tears of joy and my pain
And I feel each day like I want something done badly
Like trying to figure out something I don’t even know

I just don’t know what I want
If to be what they want
Or just be the always broken indecisive me…

I know I look really beautiful in makeup and that’s too fake.
I know,
But have you ever seen my eyes without makeup or lenses?
Do you know how many mascaras I buy in a week after coming from washrooms?
Do you have any idea how I struggle to be in my senses?

I smile too much cos it feels like a mask
And when I’m all alone in my room at night, and that heavy mask is off,
my water breaks…
Tears flow on default

If my pain were a school
I swear I’d be a school president and awarded the most punctual
Cos my emotions are always active

I’m not too proud
I just don’t know what I do
I hate to admit that I don’t know who I am

I’m either facing the remix from home
Or cracking up on my life
My head is weighing
My heart is breaking
Pleasant memories fading

And the color of my eyes keeps changing

What Is

What Is

To understand “what is” is divine,
but to fetch and paint into the open “what isn’t” like it was lifeless in the first place is design,

when climbing up the vine to the top is the truthfulness of fakeness,
the fakeness of truthfulness overtly resigns,
leaving out the thin line between lightness and darkness…

visible only to a man insane enough to tell you the loudest noise in a room is nothing more than a whisper,
and then covers tightly under tons of filters, his eardrums,
afraid the silence may sicken it with its loudness:

wild wild visions of a visionary whose life is imagined to fit inside a box which can’t be thought outside of,
cos all he has to show is a toothless wallet and bunches of thoughtfully -beautifully- misplaced words about a world barely barely staying alive or rearing its head from the bud;

a new inspiration has dawned or a mirage just glistened from the rat race and if I may just bring myself to downplay the former whose good fruits seem closer to fantasy than reality,there’s this possibility that after a decade or more’s toil as a slave I might gain some cheese-bite,

eventually, you find yourself caught under sad sodium lamplights in gaze of a boiling pot of “should I just throw in the towel or just keep on keeping on because this abyss of a world needs someone to look it in the soul and write the life of it to life”,

In this lovely place of stillness and terror, the artist learns to embrace the fact his mission isn’t to forge a light because the light has always been there,
lying right amidst the darkness we so want to divorce.

Nassam Writes, What Spoken Word Poetry Means To Me

Nassam Writes, What Spoken Word Poetry Means To Me

Recently, at Joe Biden’s inauguration, there was a poetry recital by a renowned spoken word poet (Amanda Gorman) which caught the eyes of many people across the world.
You probably are familiar with what poems are and might have had the opportunity to recite one too many in your primary school days.

What if I told you that those poems go beyond what you think? poems can be used to send messages, express feelings, and even carry vital and critical information about the origin of a people and also promote peace.

A poem can be used to start a movement, and cause people to raise against oppression and fight for their rights. With poetry, young people like you and me can add our voices to very important issues(education, health, climate change, etc) in our schools, communities, and countries.

By now, I am sure you might be wondering what the difference is (poems, poetry, spoken word) because this here is too much information. Are poems songs or calls to action? Why don’t we try to unpack all these in the following paragraphs?

Poetry is the art of writing poems with the help of some literary devices (alliteration, irony, metaphor, etc ). A poem is any literary piece of writing that is used to evoke a feeling or emotion.

A poem can be written and recited in front of an audience. A poem is not a song. Unlike a song, a poem is recited not sung. A spoken word piece is also a poem meant purposely to be recited to an audience.

A person who writes poems is a poet while someone who does spoken word is an artist, a spoken word artist. Before you get confused keep this at the back of your mind, every spoken word artist is a poet but not every poet is a spoken word artist.

A spoken word artist makes use of literary devices as well but because of the interaction with an audience, he/she might make use of his or her elements to carry a message across. However, a page poet does not get that liberty since his/hers can always be revisited for clarity at any time.

Poetry/poems are really easy to write. All poets do mostly is rhyme and compare their thoughts and experiences with the environment. Eg if I were to compare a country to the earth? I could put it like this;
A country is a fertile soil
Suitable for the growth and development of its people

For one to successfully write poetry, it’s simple. You just need to familiarize yourself with what literary devices you need to write a poem and then with that you can write any poem you envision. you can express your thoughts in diverse ways and by so doing you would be writing poetry and then you can decide if you want to be a page poet, waiting for someone to come and read your work, or a spoken word artist, taking your work to people?

The spoken word for me is the vacuum through which I make my voice heard. As an artist, every time I mount the stage I feel alive. I tap into a completely different world where there is nothing like an impossibility.

I can draw people’s attention to things they would have never imagined and make them appreciate what they have as well as the vulnerabilities that exist around them. I am sometimes able to show them the opportunities that they fail to recognize.

This gives me meaning because if I can see something another person can, the least I can do is show them for that is my one job in this life.

If poetry were to me given the needed attention, our communities would be much better than they currently are. We would have young people paying attention to their environments and making critical and informed decisions regarding their future and sustainability. Ghana would be a much better country.

If young people make poetry a second choice and decided to give it a shot, they would be allowing themselves to see things from different perspectives and allow themselves to try different approaches.