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@thejollofbook
The potter’s hand Is a magic wand It takes the ordinary The common, the nothing And spins it into something.
Photo and Poem by Nana Kofi Acquah (www.nkaphoto.com) @africashowboy (Copyright: 2015). #potter #Ghana #Africa #UpperWest
Omo Valley, Ethiopia
@BeingUpile. Malawian. Person: https://instagram.com/beingupile Picture by: https://instagram.com/tamon_/
A woman sells porridge near the Larabanga Mosque, Ghana //.
Three things are stunning about Ghana’s 3 northernmost regions: 1, The women are as beautiful as they’re hardworking 2, The men are some of the kindest people you will meet, if you approach them right. 3, there’s very little economic development, so poverty is prevalent.
Photo and Words by Nana Kofi Acquah (www.nkaphoto.com) @africashowboy (Copyright: 2015).
Its Almost Here
In broad daylight I see them crawling Inhaling black smoke as they approach Insidious are their eyes Incapacitating they are in the light Intrepid I am however For I know deep down That I was born and bred to survive Survive their demoralizing and devouring gaze
ASJ
Chariot of fire.
#Dakar #Senegal
Photo and Words by Nana Kofi Acquah (www.nkaphoto.com) @africashowboy (Copyright: 2015).
The Elephants and Rope( Inspiration)
“As a man was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.
He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. “Well,” trainer said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”
The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.
Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?
Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life. “
Before you are a South African, you are an African. #saynotoxenophobia
Arch 22
Only We Can Help Ourselves
As the horrific events in South Africa unfold, the predictable and understandable frustration amongst the citizens of our continent boils over.
We cover our heads in shame and not for the first time.
Questions are asked.
Why? Again?
Where are our leaders? Why are we cursed?
Why can’t we breathe? We are just barely recovering from the Ebola crisis, the Kenya University attacks and now this?!!
Xenophobia in the country most African nations look up to. The nation we beat our chest to in terms of infrastructural development. The nation that gave us one of the most outstanding figures in human history-Nelson Mandela. He would have been ashamed or is currently turning in his grave.
It is quite scary that despite having the same skin color, similar hardships, similar cultures, a group of ignorant people could choose to harm and end someones life. All because of their country of origin? A country right even next to its borders?
It is quite scary, unbelievable and ironic that not long ago South Africa itself was fighting for the rights of black people. Yet still??!?
The African continent is like a rookie light weight boxer pitched in a street fight against some one in a higher division. He is constantly being knocked down, stabbed, shot in the leg. He sees himself falling and there is nothing he can do about it. Only that little thing called hope. The only way he can win a street fight is to seek the help of other light weight rookies like himself for only they understand his plight.
Only we can help ourselves.
We need to reflect on our past mistakes. We need to love each other like blood brothers and sisters. We need to help each other, be each others backbone because we are not the enemy of each other.
No! We are blood, we are one. Our society as a whole cannot go forward if we continue separating, blaming, hating, violating each other. Xenophobia should be absolutely intolerable.
Sometimes its sad to be an African as our reputation in the outside world goes from bad to the “forget about them” approach adopted by international nations. They marched in France, but our own people being killed has stirred almost nothing, Even in the nations afflicted by the horrific sad events are taking place.
We need to think about our children, and really consider the future we are making for them. God help South Africa. God Help us All.
We are one.
A.B.S
Stone Circles Wassu, Gambia
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