OTABIL AND THE JESUS OF ICGC

The free education debate has become a theological debate. Many people who might not have heard of Pastor Otabil’s teachings on education are now aware of everything. The Pastor has come out to do the unusual: organizing a press conference apart from the press release by the church.

Does the International Central Gospel Church (ICGC) have a different Jesus that they follow or not? This is a harmless question. I don’t want to be drafted into the debate too. However I know as a Christian that Jesus teaches that we shall be persecuted, insulted and even killed for his sake but our rewards are in heaven. What about this? Is Jesus not powerful enough to defend his own?

Then there is the issue of judgment. Pastor Otabil calls his accusers and what they say “evil”. The Bible says we should not judge so that we will also be judges. What about this? 

There was a story of a Jesus of Dzorwulu who came preaching that we should not bath. There was also a Pastor in the North of Ghana who predicted the end of the world, and the list continues. Who shall we believe now?

SILENT TEARS

Come Brother Come

Yesterday, our brother-leader was shot

in the pipe-hose at his birthplace;

and the sun set on our land at dawn

Come Brother Come

See the debris of our bulldozed dreams

Rotting in the oil fields and goldmines;

And watched. Our arms glued at our backs

The ancient whip modernised 

And flung at our silent souls

As Tripoli falls into alien hands 

It's waters flowing into stranger dams

Her insects screaming in foreign sounds

As we watched. Our arms TIED to our backs.

14/11/2012 Legon

AFRICA

we are the children of
the loins of warriors
we survived the panthers' threats

Africa, the home of the BRAVE!

LAST NIGHT II

The skull of the lazy
is not worth the hair of the brave
so I come

I come to you with the voice
that sets the sea ablaze
that floods the desert
that melts the mountains
in the breaking of the virginity of words

last night i saw the foot-marks of the panther
i crawled on my heart.
but my tongue stood like
the giant of the moon tales

it is the chick
that keeps scratching the ground 
that discovers the skull of its grandmother

so when you see again
Those prophets
massaging the brain of our consciences
taking the storms from our voices
chanting the dirges of our birth
splashing the egg of shadows
over our minds
Look at them in the eye
and punch the nail of truth
into their hearts.

we walk through darkness
to arrive at light
but under the sound of fire
we feel cold, shivering
Forever shivering in our emaciated souls
Asking, forever asking
When shall our freedom be born
When shall our freedom be born
When shall our freedom be born?

But here comes a season
when we shall no more hide hernia
from the water-closet.

my land.: ANCESTRAL VOICES: 10GHS for students.

my land.: ANCESTRAL VOICES: 10GHS for students.

ANCESTRAL VOICES: 10GHS for students.

A Plea For Justice

Returning from a riverside

With a bucket of water

I saw droplets of tears

Cumulating by and by

Forming a small stream

Snaking to the riverside.

Returning from the riverside

I heard wailings of people

Children and old

Men, women, boys and girls

 Cursingly crying as the tears were

Snaking to the riverside.

Returning from the riverside

Injustice and greed matrimonized

Hunger, poverty and disease familiarised

Under the auspices of scavenging aristocrats

While tears of the victimised were

Snaking to the riverside.

Returning from the riverside

I heard complains complaining

Yet none listened to them

A little girl knelt before me pleading

For my intersection as her tears were

Snaking to the riverside.

Returning from the riverside

I gather plights and sorrows

To the altar of justice

And he sent me to men

Seeking mercy for other men whose tears are

Snaking to the riverside.

                                11/12/2008 Legon