THE BETTER MAN...

I am the better man I say I am

Born and breed in African

Grew up without a daddy figure

And came from a little home and had a lovely mother

You see, ma story is never going to be a riddle

Just like Adam’s evolution cradle

For my life is going to change like the way K.K. Kabobo changed into an apostle

Oh yeah this is the real gospel

I am the better man I say I am when I look at the contribution of my forefathers

Pioneers and pacesetters who created a path for us follow

After a long struggle shedding blood, tears and sorrow

So that we the future leaders can build a future tomorrow

You see, I am the better man I say I am when all I think about is success being a step away

So I am able and determined to make a journey which I start yesterday

And whenever the sun shines, I don’t forget to make hey

Now I am the better man I say I am when I can clearly differentiate between fried rice and yam

Because I know my forefathers helped build a big farm

A farm in which they cultivated SUCCESS, LOVE, PEACE, UNITY and DETERMINATION

And determination comes when we stop procrastinating, hating, corruption

And welcome motivation so that we can elevate our evaluation

And build a strong and a better nation

We are the colors I see of a brighter future so I will let my words paint our heart

I am the better man I say I am when I am able to stretch my hands out like the ladder

So that the needy can rather

Climb on to the top

You see am trying to paint a perfect picture

So that when we shine, we will never stop

I am the better man I say I am when I am much concerned with the underprivileged, homeless, street children and those who have been deprived of their rights

You see that lady out there who always get raped at night

And that guy out there somewhere who becomes an anti-social vice just so he can survive

So in order for us to be the better man I wanna be

We need to think like the Kwame Nkrumah’s, the big Six, the Yaa Asantewa’s

And the likes of you and me 

                                                                                      kwaku Quansah

                                                                                      01/11/13

A Father's Day In Africa

I love you and lets face it
I know you love me too

I know women lie and I also know men try

I know daddies die and I have seen families cry

But I am just saying

All these little things make up this very life

If I was to die today

Will you be in that position to be the girl to stay?

Or will you be the girl that will just pack up and walk away?

You know am just saying

If I was to get locked up somewhere in prison

Will you have so many reasons

Not to take care of our baby son or daughter

Will you take the responsibility to be called my baby mama?
But

You know am just saying

Even when I am making a fool out of myself or messing around

Will you still be that ride or die chick I used to know?

Or will you deserted me in this cold world all alone?

You know am just saying

If things were to turn around

And I was to lose my job

Will you always rub it in my face

And let me regret how I woke up the next day

Just to realize you weren’t the woman I married

But you know am just saying

And if I was to be up all night taking care of our baby

Will you be out there changing men like the way you change clothes?

And Fill the fridge board with baby notes?

And in the mornings when I take him/her to see my folks
Do I have to feel that I will come back home

So you can slap my face with mean quotes

You know am just saying

Sometimes when I sit down

And watch my life crush before my eyes

It feels like Floating in my agony filled with tears and cries
But then

At last GOD reaches down like

“O child, take a deep breathe cos’ it’s just the worst of the last

You are the man of kings and the kings of man

I appreciate your faithfulness of being a single father”
And then it snapped 

Because that call was in a dream

And when you wake up, you should know that this is a real life story which happened somewhere in Ghana     

                                                                                                                     KwakuQuansah

                                                                                                                      (20/06/2011)

                                                                                                              

Life is a Stage, Everybody is a Fake

Life is a stage, everybody is a fake

Live with a choice, never make a mistake

For life’s destiny is no option, it’s by fate

Life is fair, what you give is what you take

Love friends, hate friends, make friends and loose friends

Because a friend with a ship never makes sense

Life is not perfect, to know who is good or a loose end

Everybody smiles at you, but deep down is full of pretense

What is the aim of trying to gain?

When at last everybody will make feel pain

Careful life choices, know how to play

Because life comes to thou as a game

Friends come in and go out our lives

Cherish them with happiness and cries

That’s how life flies before our eyes

This life brings forth mans mistrust and lies

Right from birth to thy death

Life is a play, one performed on earth

Everybody plays a role

As long as there’s breathe

Study every character you know

And devoid from those who hurt  

Life is a battle, everybody tries to survive

Life is a struggle, everybody lives to have

One that God has sent from above

Leaves no place for man to judge

Yet life is a stage, everybody is fake

                                                 Kwaku .G. Quansah

                                                         (04/06/13)