Tyler Durden – ‘I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war… Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off’.


I remember when we were little kids and we would joke about how strong Africans were and how it was so good and amazing to be black. I am not denying the fact that back then we didn’t realise the difference between being black and white and how white people just seemed to astonish and catch our admiration but this was just face value and never went deeper than the skin. When it came to comparing capabilities, we had all the good ones mostly and our jokes and stories proved it. From white people not being able to chew bones and that one white man who came to Ghana and had to get sent back home in a freezer because he just couldn’t stand our weather and the heat. These were fun times but as we grew and our ignorance faded, indeed we did come to realise that ignorance is bliss! The more we got to face reality the more it seemed we did get our ahead of ourselves back then with our jokes. That doesn’t mean I still don’t smile whenever these jokes come to my mind but after that joy comes the sad pain of the realisation about how we tend to ignore certain and things all in the name of being black and strong. We are blessed with physical strength and a strong mind set no doubt but just like every other human being irrespective of your race or colour we are prone to breakages. These breakages are fixable but then again very damaging when left unattended to. The African man be it out of poverty, pride, shame, or almighty ignorance have been failing to detect or realise these breakages not to talk about trying to fix them. The ability to do work determines the strength of the African man mostly, so to be physically fit or healthy and strong means everything and has come to be valued more than that of mental strength or heath.  We rarely recognise our mental health and capabilities as the astonishment comes from the farmer who using a hoe could clear a 200 acre farming plot single handed or the footballer out there in the western world out playing almost all the white players.  Power and strength of the mind for us is in the field of academia and we tend to downplay the influence of our mental health in our everyday activities and how it affects our mood.

The best things in life are free they say and it’s the little things that makes the world go round! The very things we seem to take for granted and easily forget about. I think the most important thing in this world is happiness and as Bob Marley once said ‘money is only hard to come across and own because we spend it trying to find happiness’. To be happy is everything for it means to be human and to accept yourself first and foremost and also love yourself. They say depression will probably be the leading cause of death by 2020 and this means we are not a happy generation. There is something wrong with us or should I say most of us and it is all in our minds. The western world seems to have recognised this and are busily trying to find ways to solve this and depression has come to be accepted as an illness. In my home Ghana and Africa as a whole we tend to think of illnesses like depression, dyslexia and other complicated diseases as the white man’s sickness or western world diseases. Then there is almighty malaria, diabetes, cholera, cancer, hepatitis B and others that we consider African man problems. Even cancer and hepatitis started getting the acceptance and recognition here not long ago. That isn’t to say these diseases never existed here or killed us but it took us a while to realise the harm they were doing to us. There is old common cold too but I guess both the western world and Africa gave recognition to it early but we Africans just don’t make a fuss out of it or quarantine people with colds. We go about our business with our cold spreading it proudly and blowing our noses loudly in public. What am trying to say is we always fail to realise these problems on time to start finding early solutions to them. We mostly have to rely on whatever information the western world already dug up and sometimes such information doesn’t really benefit us. It is evident depression is amongst us my sister and brothers and its taking or destroying the lives of our loved ones while we watch ignorantly and blame the wrong things like witches or marijuana. To think a disease that is becoming the world leading cause of death did be on the lips of almost everyone down here it’s not and rather it’s how NDC or NPP has messed up our economy. Parents and guardians, what about how you have messed up your children’s life or haven’t played any active role in helping them not get sucked up by life? What do you say? Is that more important than politics or it’s not?  As a young adult myself, I can tell you for sure we are one of the messiest generations of all time and it’s all in our heads. Everything we know up there in our minds you know not apart to expect good results from us from school and somehow think that guarantees us happiness and a good job for us in future. Oh how wrong you are! There has never been a generation more exposed than us to change and there has never been a time where change is so fast in this world it’s easier to get left behind or get caught up so ahead you leave important things behind. Information has never been more available and poured out onto us than now and how we soak and soak it all up but for some reason always seem to just never know enough or know the right things. To talk of technology is actually mind blowing and ironic, how the very things we created to help make our lives easier and help us connect more have made us more distant than ever. The closer we are, the more the distance between us so much that you can be in a crowded room full of people and still be lonely or not even get a ‘hi’ just because everyone on is locked onto a screen of some sort. It is easier to get a blue tooth connection that to get an I love you a sorry from your parents especially down here in Ghana.  I totally agree our culture plays a significant part where as it puts the value of the adult over that of the kid and demands the kid always listens to the adult for the adult is always right. We were never taught to speak up or speak for ourselves so we tried to take refuge from within and even that failed and we desperate resorted to digital screens where we could be someone or something else and put all the pain away for minute. We are failing to have conservations with ourselves because we don’t even know who we are, just who we want to be. This fast changing world has become a poison for our very humanity it was created to nurture and we pollutants to it for we are not in sync with nature. We are very unhappy and sometimes we don’t even realise it because we are busy chasing mirages or the illusion of a better world with money. When we do realise it, it’s almost too late or the pain is just unbearable and we have almost no other option than to shut down. We are not living as we should thus easy victims for depression. Depression has a hold on most of us and we are dying slowly. We are scared, ashamed and afraid of this disease and some of us don’t even know we have it but it doesn’t make difference, for if no intervention takes place the end result will probably be suicide or long sad life full of torture. How many Ghanaian parents can claim to be best friends with their children or claim to know their favourite colour, friends, hangout spots or even the hobbies of their children? Apart from our academic track you keep an eye on and our physical health mostly, you know nothing else about us and probably raised strangers you only shared a roof, food and blood with.  The family being our strongest emotional support system is failing and in a world continuous getting crowded we are getting lonelier every day.  A lonely victim is an easy victim for depression.

Our culture might not really promote showing deeper affections that much or even create a space for your children to speak up to you but it’s only a culture and it’s all up to you to reach out to your kids, not to educate them on this or tell them what to do but just to listen! Listen and not utter a single word, when your children are done talking extend your hand and reassure them you will be there for them. This doesn’t only end with children but with ourselves as humans, time we opened up more and reached out to each other. Am not saying it will end all our problems or stop depression but it will surely help make a positive difference!

Depression is not a choice or state of mind can just snap out of but it is treatable and it’s a process where the presence of love and support can make a big difference!





Mothers Day!

Mothers days is here again! It is a delightful day, so full of soul searching and showing affection openly even for boys and men to their mothers. This amazing day also always carries with it a dark cloud that hovers around the head of men. Questions arise from the closets like why we celebrate our mothers so much and give less attention to our fathers on their day. We all know the answers to this question. Mothers will never abandon you, you can never measure a mothers love for her children and a mother will do anything for her child. All these answers drive quick blows to the integrity and responsibility of men. It is true more men always fail or abandon their roles as fathers than women ever would. I do not argue with that but then again have we ever asked why? No it is just not an attitude or the idea that men are less emotional and can easily sever emotional ties. It is a bigger and a more complicated problem. It is a system that work against men. A system society created then still criticize men when the effects happen to them. The bars have been raised too high for men! We tried make Gods out of mere mortals and it is killing them. We can all agree as to how we expect our dads to be super heroes and strong, if they fail to meet these standards then we kind of look down onto them. In a world where a man importance is measure through his pocket and social status and not his heart and love! Society has been killing our fathers from the onset with too much weight to carry. Traditional and especially in Africa a dad is expected to be the bread winner and protector of his family. Do all the heavy lifting and never break whiles the woman just cooks and keeps the home. We broke our fathers because we forgot how to help them out. Society never gives them a chance to be weak or to cry. A chance to break down and rest. They run because they are ashamed or because they feel like they are worthless then we criticize them like we had no hand in making them the beats they are. It’s time we learned to love our dads for just who they are and not for what they can provide, time we gave them a helping hand and made them know its okay to fail or not be able to provide as expected. We will help! WE BROKE OUR FATHERS!




One person commits suicide every 16.2 minutes, As much as I think it’s the easiest way and a very selfish act,I cannot lie about the fact that there are days lying on bed with so much pain and anger building up I wanted to do it. It’s hard this life, it’s a cruel joke but remember no man is an Island. There are so many people out there that love you and amidst all your failures and dirtiness, you still give them a reason to smile. And it’s not cause you bought them something or said something but the fact that you still alive. No mater how bad you think your life is or how late you think it is to save you is not enough reason to take your life. Live it to the fullest and make others know there is beauty in pain, hope in failure and there’s no limitation to trying over and over again. I chose to pen my feelings down and hope these words make someone smile or give them strength. This is how I deal with my worst days for God gave us all an outlet for pain. Find yours and use it wisely. Suicide is never an option. It’s never too late.. No need for a badly written note saying am sorry.

As Time Dies

​Tom and jerry was fun

But life ain’t all roses and wine

The sun that gave us light

When we were young and scared of the dark

Now burns our back

As we toil underneath it

I now carry a full back pack of unsolved problems

School must have failed

So many promises of a bright future

But am eager to shine now

If only I could turn water to wine

Smiles don’t cost a thing

But its just makeup now


In birth I come to life

Like December I come to live

My star above and full of love

The path of the dove

On and shiny like Christmas lights

Time takes away the past

Along with it the sun

And age brings with it rust

Without the rain

The December wind blows

And most turns to gold but some

Like my plans I hid amongst the grasses

Procrastination halted my access

Now burnt to ashes

Along with their success

Hushes turn to noise

And my skin hardens not by choice

I seem to be pushing against the tide

Because it seems to have become difficult

Going along with life’s flow

Across miles I ride

Following the star to the pot of gold

Like stories before me told by giants

Read the books they shout

Thunder to my inner child

Skiing faster into uncertainty

Prayers to deities

Like a flower blooms

In search of a groom

My cold heart flickers in search of a tune

An empty nights carol

To put me to rest

But heart break looms over me

And she is putting me to doom

If only there was a room

A place to put it all to rest

And start over like January

Amidst the cold my dreams am smelting

Are somehow melting

Like snow on a little boy’s palm

Or a smile on a new widow’s lips

Smiles and Merry all around when I look

Caged is the pain within

But like December

I will remember

How my dreams used to shine so bright

A fire born in the dark

A moon to the night

Now shimmering away like the Christmas lights

What a world

​If money is what you call riches, I don’t have that type of riches. Living and loving is my riches, only sad thing is the world don’t value that riches. I have to get money to buy freedom and improve upon my human value. Even though I find love on my little nephews smiling face and peace on my mother’s face it will never be enough to set me free. Now am doing everything to get money,including memories that will keep me up at night but can you really blame me? Am just an example of what the world made me.

Know you

​She says she’s called Marilyn

She’s one hell of a beauty

You did think she from Maryland

But apparently she from my motherland

She nice, she sweet

I bet she got Mary in her

Kinda attitude that make you think I’d like to marry with with her

And I ain’t even the marriage type

For now at least

Back to the pretty girl

She got long legs like a swans

They perfect you should see her advance

She got a body like model

The type you wanna cuddle

With and wake up every morning feeling subtle

Knowing you got a queen in your castle

She says she likes it honest

And I go like I’d like to know her

She say she ain’t got time for no relationship

And I say you ain’t the type to be racing with

You the type to be patient with

Know you well

Get you basic 

Get you classic

And I hope that you worth it


​Many a times have I come across a life

I mean one that I would love to place my heart inside

And create so many precious memories beside

Make it one of a kind

But in this world we reside

Our thoughts have been designed to think

We ain’t good enough being just who we are

So we create new personalities through threads we weave

 like a girls weave

And lies flourish whiles truth chokes

We create false hopes

And now we can’t cope

Our hearts collide only to ignite an explosion of corrosion

Erosion of our true selves

Like a baby trying to walk 

We keep stumbling across

But like a cross

Crucifixion will end us

Honesty is so much feared

It doesn’t get sown anymore

The farmer says he is out of seeds

So we live lives full of beautiful lies

Forgetting true beauty and love

Is embodied in the struggle of making something beautiful

And not a lie

Gone but left behind

​I wrote this

The morning you went back to school

I know we both growing, that’s part of the problem

We tried to make love but we made a beast

Now all you do is come feast on me when you hungry

Realised I probably wasn’t worth shit and theres more precious out there to get

I became a bother,a rubber to the flames

But before my love for cornflakes I had love for you

Grown from kindergarten till you left

Across miles my letters left in search

But now its crucifixion via texts

I amount to nothing because you think you can do better

Go on and fly but when your wings hurt

I will be waiting on the ground 

Waiting to plant seeds like I planted patience

Your smile and curves still make me smile

How you engage strangers and so lively

I have known so much of you

Both bad and good

Even though we loved the bad

Was it ever worth something knowing me


​Whenever there is a war between some powerful nation like America with some other place like Syria or the less powerful countries.  We always get to hear the side of the powerful nations very clearly and loudly but hear little from the other side and even the little we hear is mostly from the powerful nations media. The powerful nations call these countries and their members terrorists. Muslim terrorists, or whatever terrorists they may be.  We go along with them and also call them terrorists and pronounce their actions wrong.  Have we ever asked what the innocent man that lost his family in Syria or Iraq would call Obama or Vladimir Putin ?  The little child that lost his or her parents and have seen bombs raining down on his or her household.  They might be terrorists but one thing I do know is that both parties cause terrors to their citizens and are both equally terrorists.  Just like the little boy’s dad told him on TV, we should fight terrorists with flowers.  Maybe and just maybe why these acts of terror keep coming is because one side of the party is never allowed to express themselves clearly or have been oppressed for long.