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Mojos in Africa
A Requiem for The Children Of War, Magic Charms And
Strong Mojos in Africa
By Rev P .E Addo
Sadly the survivors
found out they don’t work ,
As weapons of war not even for oil or diamond and gold
The charms from a leaf over the head and a salve from
head to foot
As protection from knives and machetes , guns and even
bullets for the young.
Forced to carry them in pockets and under the hats and
over the head
Only to learn their worthlessness when the bullets
rained to kill their mates.
So they blamed the fallen of past sins and deeds even in
their death
No wonder the truth can only be told by the survivors
As they placed their future at the bend of the road and
a stronger charm
Unaware the time to begin the future is now .
Dedication: To all the Children forced to fight Adult
wars all over the world and to rely on Charms as
Supernatural Weapons of war.
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Halala Madiba: Hail
Mandiba
A Birthday Poem
for Nelson Mandela, 2007
Rev P E Adotey
Addo
He suffered like a caged bird.
Released
Flew over and soared
Breaking the chains
Now we know the rest.
Halala Madiba.
Dedication: To Our Grand Children Nii Adotey and His
Brother Nii Adotei and Their Cousin Naa Adoley who will
inherit a world shaped by the life and courage of Nelson
Mandela.
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In an African Village—Daboase, Ghana
Rev P E Adotey
Addo
I
seemed to be at a loss in time
When
the sun crawled up and up
Over
the green rain forest at Daboase
And
oh, it was just for a moment
An
unforgettable moment in time,
Frozen
as it were I heard my heart
It
beat and I heard what was a whisper
From
as million, million years ago
And
suddenly I was lost in time at Daboase
As the
trees pointed upward like towers
Obeying some unseen sacred orders.
And I
felt, I actually felt what it must have been
When our world was fresh and new.
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Dying to Reach the Promise Land
By Rev P E
Adotey Addo
There
is no secret to hide,
Communications is instant
And global to villages large and small
No
more hiding from these influences
As
they transcend fortifications
Built
to prevent those from outside
Desperate to reach the promise land
Amid
sufferings injuries and death
They
scale fences and deserts.
Lurking in shadows that are not there
To
wait for a chance and a time
Risking lives over and over again
To
reach the promise land
They
leave homes with one aim
To
return home some day with riches
We never know of the ones who failed
Maybe
it takes luck and who can blame them.
The
brave die first to get their share
And
the rest become statistics.
The
news never reach home of those who left.
To look for the promise land that
never existed.
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posted 9 September
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