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POETIC LICENCE: My Grandfather’s Chair – Asford Psalms



Titled The Psalmist Creed, emerging poet Asford Psalms’ weekly poetry column consists selected poems from his yet-to-be-released debut collection.

Here is My Grandfather’s Chair:

My grandfathers’ chair was too large for the hall.

So it stood many years at the porch.

It was heavier by thrice than the old man himself.

And it stands few yards from the door.


My grandfathers’ chair was too large for the hall.

So it stood many years at the porch.

He got it in his prime.

At the age of twenty four.

And I bet he was happy and proud.


It’s never been this way.

At the place it stands today.

It never was there.

Outside, facing the bumpy scare.

It was always inside here- by the cradle my papa slept in as a tod’.


I still feel the warmth from the stories that he read.

And the tonne of rhymes he said.


It’s never been this way.

Outside, facing the bumpy air.

It was always inside here- directly facing his famous clock.

But when the clock stopped short- never to go again- it was kept in its place like a won trophy in a case.


It was worth my grandpa’s joy as the news of his child was borne.

As it was always his prayer to be a king of a pride.

So he paused and shot himself into the chair with vein.

As before when his own pops had died.


My grandfathers’ chair was too large for the hall.

So it was moved out by my mom, dad et al.


Many years without hammering.

Squeak-quack, squeak-quack.

He grew into slumbering.

Squeak-quack, squeak-quack.

And it paused and stopped- didn’t move an inch- when the old man’s breath was gone.


Many years since dad has been; away from home, very far from home.

My paa kept on wondering.

Think, thought, think, thought.

But it stopped short- before my dad could ring- the doorbell at night.


So he heard the news.

My mom broke the snooze.

Stiff-and-tough, stiff-and-tough.

He paused and shot himself into the chair.

Swift-and-rough, swift-and-rough.

He was hammered-in my grandpas’ chair.

Squeak-quack, squeak-quack.

In my paas’ loved and glamorous seat.

Squeak-quack, squeak-quack.

His tears dropped down his cheecks.

Drip-drop, drip-drop.

Then he stopped and sobbed- never to cry again.

But it failed when my mom hugged tight.


Many days since my grandpa’s blink.

It really hurt and dad’s tears were first.

The chair was put out to sing.

Squeak-quack, squeak-quack.

So as I passed; I paused and thought, will it be whole again since the old man has died?


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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicence: Self-ish-less – Asford Psalm



Consider oneself less, lest others perception of you will be of a mongering nature- Selfish.

Selfishness is the inclination towards oneself.

But to what extent does an act qualify to be selfish?

If unclear, act selfless.

Consider yourself less and others’ perception of you shall be just.

Isn’t that hypocritical?


To what extent does an act qualify to be selfless?

Well, that’s an easy say.

What of- which act does a man perform and not consider himself; whether last or even first?

The problem others have is yourself being first.

How hypocritical?

The hypocrisy that lies within is ‘self’.


Selfishness or selflessness, to what extent does an act commit to be either?

Is it even a matter?

Because the very innate of human is the sober reflection of self in the prism of life.

Selfish or selfless, the words themselves have ‘self’ therein-

If a man does good, he does for himself;

And an act today is a consideration for tomorrow.

So then, which of them has no ‘self’ thereof?


If a man considers himself less, he is a hypocrite.

If he considers himself first, he is also a hypocrite.

Which is greater, does it matter?

Self is everywhere.

You need not agree.

However, look at the very innate of man.

It is carved beautifully within.

Whatever side you want to view it;

Whether from your side or the perception of others;

Whether for the image you want to portray or the true nature you want to slay;

Accept or deny it, there is one word left astray- Hypocrisy!

And it is an innate of man.

I only judge because one is clearly visible than the other.

How hypocritical of me?


Asford Psalms



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#ENEWSGPoeticLicence: Anthem – ASFORD PSALMS



What do you feel when you hear the nation’s anthem being played?

How do you feel when you see our flag being waved?

Do you put your right hand on the area of your heart to promise on your honor?

Has everything become some sentences bundled together that we recite in leisure?

How do we commune with the words therein, what does it stand for?

Where did we come from; where are we; what do we want; how do we get what we want and so forth?

So many things seemed to have been wronged.


Do we even care to know?

Where we came from, how we got here, what do we want- the simple, ‘how’, ‘what’, ‘where’.

If we have ignored these simple things, then how will we know where we want to rightly go?


The blackness of the Star is pale.

Just as the flag itself has become frail for the many hours it has waved in the unhidden rays of the sun.

Burning off during the day and cooling off at the sight of the moonlight.

And that’s all we have come to be!

Another article within the sun’s reach; working all day for God knows what and resting at night.

That’s all left to see; nothing quickening our might.


Remember when the Red in the flag stood for the blood shed by our fore fathers; the Gold representing our essential riches; the Green, our supreme vegetation and the Black Star, the Hope of Africa?

It is right that I used ‘remember’ because our now has met a redefinition.

Red: Our senseless struggles for the greens and golden riches where in actuality it’s rather the next in within the flag.

Where’s our sense of priority?

Painting the city red with blood from a redefined course to all extent to gain wealth and riches.

Oh! Not to talk of the senseless struggle for bunch acknowledgement certs which certifies that we have spent many years over-learning and not working with it.

Most times we work, is for self and to enjoy later at night when we again paint the city red with carpets.


How about the Gold?

That’s the order of the day.

Our self-search for enrichment.

For that we are bold!

Our greed has over shadowed the Black Star which cuts across the belly of the gold.

On a scale of on-to-ten, can we value the hope left within the Black Star amidst the endless battle and greed for gold?


The Green, what’s left of it?

Trees being cut down; no replant, no regrowth.

Green is being made out so money corrupts the fold.



What is left of our nation?

The one our fore fathers left for us?

The very same our present-past fathers have corrupted.

And if we think it’s fair to shed the blame to them, wait to hear what our children will do to us for not righting their wrongs.

Because they too will be left with either of two options; continuing with that we leave for them or cleaning our mess.

And that’s an endless cycle for those next.


What do you feel when the anthem is being played?

Is it a call to quicken our spirit for Ghana or to sharpen your wits?

How do you feel when the flag is being waved?

Is it pride for Ghana or for thyself?

Let us find our lost honor before we pledge to Ghana.

For if we are lost, there’s no fidelity in the path that we carve for others.

Greed and self doesn’t make our nation stand tall and strong except thyself.

There’s no way the tyres of a moving vehicle can be changed as it wheels in motion.

There’s nothing as being too late.

And it is better if we start now!

It is time to flap on our beautifully woven Kente cloth, put the colouful beads on our wrist and slide our feet into the kingly Ahenema.

It is time to move forward our heavy feet to grace the occasion.

There’s no better time than now.

It is time to move on.


God Bless Our Homeland Ghana!


Asford Psalms

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Volta Hotel to Host Happy FM Dream Wedding Best Couples



As part of the Honeymoon packages for the Best three couples from the just ended Happy FM Dream Wedding, Volta Hotel at Akosombo in the Eastern Region will on Saturday March 3rd host the couples.

The three couples, Mr. and Mrs. Nutakor, Mr. and Mrs. Ologo and Mr. and Mrs. Acquah were adjudged the best three couples during the Happy FM Dream Wedding which took place on February 14 at Cleaver House in Accra.

These three couples will enjoy a Honeymoon treat which includes a 2-night stay at the plush Volta Hotel.

According to Kwesi Sarpong, Programmes Manager for Happy FM, the three couples will begin their Honeymoon treat at Volta Hotel on Saturday.

The Happy FM Dream Wedding is a fulfilment of a social responsibility of the station and the event takes place each year on Valentine’s Day.




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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicense: Kindhearted And Ravishingly Mesmerising Amusement – ASFORD PSALM!




I sometimes did confuse both to be the same.

Because I have crossed their paths in many ways.

Both are beautiful in many states.

But at least I know now that one is with an ‘r’ and the other is not;

Yet still, I won’t underestimate their ways.


Think of one of them to be a fairly thought out lesson.

She’s pretty much an open book; a pithy, learn her ways and the doors of luxurious pleasures awaits.

Surely, you won’t be in abate.

But the other, her name with an ‘r’.

She’s witty; not an open book so you can’t learn her ways.

She’s not a sutra but the lessons are in her.

She’s perfect in all estate; put a pin in it, not a stake.

She’s fair if not today, some other day.

And she won’t seem as much if you are being paid back with your own coin.

Though she is not an open book, her prime lesson to live peacefully with her needs not to be written before you look.

“You will reap what you sow”, so look before you leap.

Remember that any time you both cross ways.

Because if not today, some other day and that could be too late.


There’s one thing I have learnt.

Whether with an ‘r’ or without.

No matter how meticulous you think you are; no matter how extreme you can bend, both can bend in same measure to meet your ways.

It will be fortunately unfortunate if you are paid not in your same coin but two, then you realize it is bloody fate.

Life’s own Karma is binary.

You only get what you receive.

Good or bad, you choose


Asford Psalms


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BROMANCE! Shatta Wale/ Bulldog spread love in new pics!



The following images, captured by celebrity photographer Kwabena Awuku, of GH showbiz stalwarts Shatta Wale (Charles Nii Armah Mensah), and Bulldog (Lawrence Nana Asiama Hanson), typify  the very aura of brotherly warmth.

The pair, who’s relationship underwent significant wear years ago, in a highly-publicised feud leading to their split, express in these pictures, that water is definitely under the bridge now, and give credence to the adage “never say never”.

Their reunion, was reportedly orchestrated by ZYLOFON Media boss, Nana Appiah Mensah, whose Zylofon Music imprint they are also now signees of.

See the images below:

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#ENEWSGHPoeticLicence: LOOMING RAIN – Evans Kissi (Abotreh)



The very last sun arrives, at long last,

On the tail of this year’s very first moon.

The dry season survived in all the rooms.


At last, the rainclouds are gathering

In some few days away from this hour.


The last sun arrives, at long last,

On the tail of this first moon

After the dry season lived in this bungalow.


May the water pour heavily

To arm the next set of weeks;

Plans are solid and nice.


The last sun arrives at long last,

On the tail of this first moon.

The dry season lived in all the rooms.


Welcome home, O looming rain.

Double up, because fire is burning somewhere.


~ Evans Owusu Kissi (Abotreh)


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