BARA...BBAS!

 I met the man…I met the man!

No not the Man…I mean the man…

From Pilate’s court with joy he ran

‘I’m free again!’  the words he chimed

The market square, he stood to dance

Condemned to death, today he sang

“I don’t believe what He the Man…”

“had told the world ‘bout He’s the One…”

“But  all I knew, my death at hand”

“For me to be then He was hung”

He sung, he sung, a treacherous man

Who’s place He took, the only Son

His legs, His hands, the nails were rammed

His blood He shed though all He’d done

Was love beyond what we could stand

I met the man…I met the man!

And now you read and dare demand

“Who is the man you seem to shun?”

The man I met was me undone

Today I’m done

To Him I thank

©Prince Ampofo | www.palministry.org

A CHALK, A PENCIL AND A PEN

When we were little (https://www.facebook.com/WhenIWasALittleChild), we used to use a chalk and a slate. My kindergarten class was the World Trade Centre. 

Transactions of children battling each other and batter trading for leverage to achieve unreasonable goals. My slate was my galaxy tab. You would find every information about me on it. And when I needed to refresh it, it was just a duster away.

Then came the days of using a pencil. Ha...how fulfilling it felt to hold on to my HB pencil. I was so into the pencil, i grew a very great artist. I would sharpen the tip to look like the apex of Mount Everest. What i loved most was the eraser, it reminded me of my chalk and slate days.

Graduating to the use of Pen was a kindergarten vision achieved. Just amazing. Truth be told, I had started using it prematurely; imitating my dad in the way he went about scribbling his name T-O-M-M-Y. I had grown out of using the chalk and walked by my kindergarten class every morning surprised by how short those kids looked and how much they pride themselves with their 'Some Song Galaxy Tabs'.

By the time I walked up to buy a pen for class, I would meet these upper primary kids coming for pencils. Ha..i would scoff! positioning my pen in my breast pocket to face the world! The joy of asking for permission to go out and sharpen my pencil, was joy the more.

Little did i realize that the transition was significant in my Success one day;

The chalk represented how easily I would be able to make mistakes and rob it off as a little child. How people would easily overlook my errors as unintentional. No wonder we fought each other every minute, yet forgot after the next minute that it ever happened.

The pencil would represent mistakes i would make in my middle age, once that would demand effort to erase...

The pen days would be errors that would demand a greater force to clean; which even after cleaning would leave scars to be remembered for years.

What a realization! The days of Rain Rain Go Away sure taught us how to actually stay awake to the deeper errors we could commit in our old age. Enough caused already! Look me through the eyes of a kindergarten child and let the scars I have created melt away.

What are friends for?

SILENT BROKEN BONDS

Silently bonds, strong bonds break....duties increase and give no room for friendship
but in tough tyms we remember good friends and call on God to forgive us

We've been swallowed by commitments so much that we stare at their pix and wonder what else has changed in their lives...we wish we were there to join in their best and worst moments

The ultimate question surfing in our minds..''Have we been gone that long?'',..a question we like to pretend is of no relevance..however deep within.we feel obliged to think of them even against our will and without their permission...in the end, we write them notes and edit it over and over again just to get the words right...the truth?

We have no clue why we construct these sentences...may be its just to show them we care..may be its to get their attention in a virtual world where good friends become strangers and strangers become good friends...