Owanwani Amaze – GPA
Owanwani Amaze – GPA
Nii Muzick – Country Vibes
Nii Muzick – Country Vibes
Jewell King Speaks
Jewell King Speaks
Ehalakasa TalkParty February Edition: Love, Lust and Lies
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.
YOU QUITTED, YOU SINNED by Humankind
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.
“PHILLIN-GEE” emerges as GREEN AMBASSADOR 2019 at the EnvironWoMenTal Poetry Slam
If the human race was lied upon that, for every tree planted and protected, we shall be
successful, the number of living trees to be in existence would have outnumbered human
wisdom, because we are only interested in what we gain than what gives us the health to
gain what we need.” One sole purpose of creation in most religious crochets (both spiritual
and philosophical) will explain to us a tone and kilo that the creation and existence of
making was to be the caretakers of Nature and its constituents but has integrated to be what
the creator feared of harming its creation instead.
If we humans have the capability of destroying what we eat, what we drink, what we
breathe and draw our inspirations from, then we are no where close to be worthy of being
created as humans, we are animals in disguise confirmed by biology”. If the biotic factors of
our environment had the chance to speak our language in our voice, we would have
understood the damage we create by far but it stands impossible. They are voiceless.
Birthing the reason for EHALAKASA, a denomination of new generational poets stood in as
the bridge of hope to be the voices of the environment in what was dubbed
“ENVIRONWOMENTAL POETRY SLAM” with the stroll of advocating against the pollution of
green environment and the dangers being served in our next hour menus.
The national theatre of Ghana was set ablaze with lyrical fire and punch bars from 10 heavy
weight performance poets. This was a healthy competitive battle dedicated solely to the
environment and its related issues. The 3 round bouts which had the poets delivering within
3 minute was entertaining, challenging and informing, giving audience a treat of their time.
21st December paved the carpets for these seasoned poets to voice out their concerns and
convictions into the night of knights of audiences whose emotions were whirled into the
realms of laughter, of thoughts, of self guilt, of regret and of entertainment.
It ended in cheers, appreciation and distribution of value when the lyrical god and goddess
(WhoIsDeydzi and Philipa aka Phillin-Gee) earned the yeast of points to peak their advocacy
on the environment they were followed by Natty Ogli 2 nd , The Coven (a trio – Sika, Fante Girl
and Native Girl) and Faiba Bernard were both 3 rd the Handsfree and Jewell King Speaks were
4 th and 5 th respectively. The rest were O K de Poet, Amaze, Human Kind and Max de Poet.
The night was grace by two former slam champions from Abidjan, Ivory Coast namely
C’Katcha and Adam-Mots.
Sarah Güsten-Marr, Co initiator of Cultural Crossing and also Director of Gallery GM in the
UK offered a prize package of Five Thousand Ghana Cedis (Ghc 5,000) for the first three
winners; this will assist them to executing their winning projects. Other partners includes
Plastic Punch who gave away free reusable plastic bags to the winners and the audience
while Church of Climate Change offered 500ghc to the winner, a space to performance and
discuss issues related to the environment in 2020.
As part of the package the winner is expected to represent Ghana at the 2 nd Africa Cup of
Slam Poetry in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia 2020.
“We are determined and devoted to cry out in the voice of the environment in order to
disturb the comfort of policy makers, until their comfort is disturbed to do something” said
Yibor Kojo Yibor co initiator of Cultural Crossing and Co founder of Ehalakasa.
At the end of it all, the environment won our hearts and earned more soldiers into
protecting Her.