My Escape From Coronavirus
REMIND ME WELL OF WHAT THEOQWARSI SAID IN 1986.
IN GHANA, WHEN A PERSON SUCCESSFULLY COMPLETES HIS GOAL,
WE HAIL HIM WITH THE GREETINGS; ”AYE-KOO”,
TRANSLATES, AS WEL-DONE!
I SAID IT ONCE, FOR HIS RECORDS.
AND ONCE AGAIN,
BUT FOR NOW, WITH HIS LEGACY,
I’ LL SAY IT AGAIN;
YAW GEORGE, “AYE- KOO.”
YOU GAVE US:
Hi-Life-Time, Ako-Te-Brofo, & Moni-Palava.
The most important invention in your lifetime is…
The Internet, followed by The Artificial lntelligence.
CLIMATE ! ( SAID THE MESSENGER.)
IN THE GLOBAL SCHEME OF THINGS CLIMATE, EVERY ONE STANDS TO LOOSE HIS PROTECTION, IF NO ONE SHARES THE PROTECTION .
BUT TO SHARE OUR CLIMATE PROTECTION, ALL OF US MUST PROTECT WHAT’S PROTECTABLE, BEFORE THE SHARING ;
OTHERWISE THE SHARING WILL BE UNPROTECTED, AND THE PROTECTED WILL BE UNSHARABLE .
IF THE PHYSICIAN DECIDES TO EASE MY PAIN, BUT WAITS UNTIL AFTER, I AM DEAD;
WHY WOULD I NOT CONSULT RATHER WITH PAIN, BEFORE THAT, ON TO THE PHYSICIAN?
THUS THE SIMILE WITHIN POLITICS, OF OUR DAYS!
WHO SAID TOMATOES, AND THEN GAVE POTATOES.
WHY WOULD A CROWD BELIEVE IN ANOTHER TO MAKE GREAT THAT COULD NOT SAME GREATNESS DISSIPATE OR SHATTERS
THERE’S LEGITIMACY FOR YOU.
TRUTH STRAIT FROM THE BELIEVER’S CAMP.
WE HAVE IT ALREADY, I WEAR MINE AS A SHIRT, NEXT TO MY SKIN.
WHICH ONE, OF THEM, TELL ME?
RICH MAN, POOR MAN. or DO YOU MEAN YOUR KIND ?
IS lT SOCIAL OR POLITICAL . THE PRIEST, BUREAUCRATS, OR THE TECHNOCRATS ?
BUT ALL WE HAVE IN KOLKATA, IS FAMILY.
AND YOU WANT THOSE TOO,
OR DO YOU WANT BLOOD ?
WATCH MY LIP.
WARS BROUGHT US MASS EDUCATION AND FACTORIES GAVE US SOCIAL SECURITY
WHAT HAS TECHNOLOGY THROWN IN?
DISRUPTIONS, IRRELEVANCE; ‘O’ YOU TOO , COVID 19 ? ‘O’ SINGURALITY, ‘O’ NEMESIS, ‘O’ SNAKES .
APRIL IS THE CRUELLEST MONTH, BREEDING LIALACS OUT OF THE DEAD LAND, MIXING MEMORY AND DESIRE, STIRRING DULL ROOTS WITH SPRING RAIN.
The year’s is at the spring,
And day’s at the morn; Morn at seven;
The hillside’s dew pearled; The lark’s on the wing
The Snail’s on the Thorn:
God’s in Heaven
All’s Right with the World!
(We had nothing whatsoever to have been worried about.)
”T is not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until l die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: lt may be we shall touch the Happy lsles, And see great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken,much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth & heaven,that which are,we Are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,made weak by time and fate,But strong in will.
To strive. To seek. To find. And not to yield.”
In Life , One Never Quits; dare l Say ?
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