This is where the Commons Live in Tarkwa

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This is God’s gift
It remains today and tomorrow
Not even the invaders vanquished
They built the rail and train
To drain and hord for their crave
They pitched their camps
To take hold and control
With the help of the commons

It has a beautiful name
And an extravagant value
It is extracted with sophistication
And the hands of the commons
They work it with sweat and blood
Alas when you enter their gates
You travel many trenches
Their houses are mean
And their amenities are scarce
Of their toil the city is made
Yet far from the city
When their pockets are full
Their masters are fulfilled
This is where the commons live

Daniel Oberko

Life Through the Seasons

Seasons

My Grandmother once said to me

Child in life you must live all the seasons

There is a time for spring

When every experience seems new and fresh

And you are guided by a warm breeze of possibility

It’s a time where your joy is at its brightest

A time where your eyes are finally able to see clearly the sparkling colors

Of the ever veiled Hope

It’s a time where out of every corner of your eye you can catch life blooming

Always remember to feel the joy of spring.

My Grandmother once said to me

Child in life you must live all the seasons

There is a time for summer

When life is sizzling with adventure

And you are at the edge of a high cliff

Fearless and bold

Ready to dive into the inviting embrace of the water below

It’s a time to travel, explore, and fall in love

A time to make the best of memories with your friends

Always remember to live inspired during summer.

My Grandmother once said to me

Child in life you must live all the seasons

There is a time for autumn

When life is carrying you through the most colorful changes

And cool winds are sweeping through your soul

Calling you to let go of things in your past

It’s a time of meditation

A time to walk with nature and see it reflect back the beautiful changes within you

Always remember to listen to the winds of change autumn brings.

My Grandmother once said to me

Child in life you must live all the seasons

There is a time for winter

When all life seems departed, forgotten

And all roads appear to lead towards an unending cloud of harsh gray nothingness

For some it’s a time to travel down the cold road of depression and bitterness

A time to walk the streets of isolation and loneliness

But child, I tell you

Do not travel down that road

Do not walk those streets

Rather, bundle up and look for the road where the sky is still blue

And the trees are adorned with glistening jewels of white

It is the road of courage and hope

Always remember to find and enjoy the beauty of winter

It does not last forever.

My Grandmother once said to me

Child in life you must live all the seasons.

THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY MY FRIEND KIMBERLY ADDISON IN MARCH, 2015