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	<title>GhanaBlogging.com &#187; February  6, 2010</title>
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		<title>tHe fLiRt FiLeS: The Link</title>
		<link>http://flirtfiles.blogspot.com/2010/02/link.html</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 18:47:00 -0500</pubDate>
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	    				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	- What would you like to drink?<br /><br />- Don't know. What d'you think?<br /><br />She gives him a 'wicked' wink<br /><br />But he fails to make the link!<img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223434364008564510-101506738348027815?l=flirtfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>GHANA HYPE: 2010 KAYOBI UPDATES</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gWFT/~3/lFuw14KAJbg/photobucket.html</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 15:04:00 -0500</pubDate>
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	    				<author>KOB</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	2010 KAYOBI UPDATES - Please click on Picture below<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otCLnz6lKC4/S23Luqm5EBI/AAAAAAAAQos/o77MDXidQdg/s1600-h/newsletter.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_otCLnz6lKC4/S23Luqm5EBI/AAAAAAAAQos/o77MDXidQdg/s400/newsletter.jpg" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Whats good people - I just thought i would give you an update on what we have been up to:<br /><br />Ivory Coast International and Arsenal footballer Emmanuel          Eboué supports the KAYOBI Movement<br /><br />Make EBA not WAR Shirt will be available(limited quantities) and posted out from the 20th of FEB - buy yours here <a href="http://kayobi.bigcartel.com/product/make-eba-not-war-pre-order">[kayobi.bigcartel.com]</a> <br /><br />New Canvas art online here <a href="http://kayobi.bigcartel.com/">[kayobi.bigcartel.com]</a> <br /><br />We are taking orders for Ghana and Africa please contact kwabena on: 0233244889225/kwabenab@hotmail.com (customization(choosing colours) available) <br /><br />Check out the pictures of the updates and Eboue here <a href="http://ghanahype.blogspot.com/">[ghanahype.blogspot.com]</a> <br /><br /><br />Thanks and holla if you need a discount :)<br />Stay Blessed Kwabena Boateng<br /><br /><br />New Art: Available <a href="http://kayobi.bigcartel.com/">here </a><br />New website:<a href="http://kayobiclothing.com/blog/?page_id=167">here </a><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23215306-4304073659604512245?l=ghanahype.blogspot.com' alt='' />
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		<title>Circumspect: Guest Contributor Mash: A Poem For Haiti</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Circumspect/~3/GIgKIVbDQxE/guest-contributor-mash-poem-for-haiti.html</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 13:22:00 -0500</pubDate>
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	    				<author>Jemila</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<br />
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<a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v22941/1133/63/n12922034_7131.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v22941/1133/63/n12922034_7131.jpg" /></a>A tune of devastation plays over the land<br />
Time is trying to heal yet still no one understands<br />
A lifetime of work all buried under endless rubble<br />
And all over the land people gather in a huddle<br />
In search of an explanation that for now remains a mystery<br />
Mourning the many thousands, their eyes unleashing their misery<br />
Through disobedient tears<br />
And the debris of disaster does little to diminish their fears<br />
Dark clouds continue to hover ominously above<br />
Seemingly relegating all hope to some dark inaccessible enclave<br />
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Forlorn faces now adorn the streets with much murkiness<br />
Shattered dreams scattered around with great sullenness<br />
The battle for survival rages on unabated<br />
While the shrill cries for help are constantly reverberated<br />
Across the globe with one simple plea, “Help Us”<br />
Gloomy images are beamed live on our TV screens<br />
Of mothers earnestly in search of their children<br />
And men so palpably grief-stricken<br />
That they can’t help but break down and cry<br />
As their whole life’s work evaporates before their very eyes<br />
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I know I can’t comprehend your pain&nbsp;<br />
But I can offer you a prayer to make things change<br />
Because no matter how difficult your burdens may appear<br />
I know in due time God wipes away every tear<br />
Just continue to hang on to hope<br />
And he’ll surely help you cope<br />
Haiti this is a poem I wrote from my heart<br />
Urging you to stand tall despite your hurt<br />
And to believe you will overcome this strain<br />
Yes Haiti, from your ashes you will rise again<br />
God bless and strengthen you, Amen<br />
<i>This poem was written by Masahoud Codjoe</i><br />
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Photo Source:&nbsp;<a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v22941/1133/63/n12922034_7131.jpg">Haiti photo</a><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30396251-8938533715708965456?l=www.circumspecte.com' alt='' />
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		<title>ANTI-RHYTHM: 3 Interesting Historical Tales - Fante, Asante, Ewe</title>
		<link>http://antirhythm.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-interesting-historical-tales-fante.html</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 08:56:00 -0500</pubDate>
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	    				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	span style="font-weight:bold;"Oburumankoma, Odapagyan and Oson/spanbr /br /3 great warriors who split from the wider Akan group at Krako (modern-day Techiman in the middle of Ghana). Their names meant “The Whale”, “The Eagle” and “The Elephant”. Oburumankoma and Odapagyan did not survive the difficult journey, but Oson did (almost Romulus and Remus, huh?). Oson led the Fante southwards towards the coast and conquered the original inhabitants of Adoakyir who they called “Etsi fui fo” (the bushy-haired people). The Fante renamed Adoakyir “Oman Kesemu” (the Great State), which is now known as Mankessim.br /br /span style="font-weight:bold;"Osei Tutu Kwame Asibe Bonsu – The Hostage-King/spanbr /br /During the scramble in pre-colonial Ghana for gold-rich land, the Denkyira people dominated other groups. The Oyoko clan became refugees in the town of Kumase, which became a vassal of the Dekyira King. The Denkyira King, Nana Boa Amponsem, requested for a young, male Kumase royal to serve at his court, and the Kumase Chief sent his nephew Osei Tutu Kwame Asibe Bonsu. Osei Tutu rose to become a great General in the Denkyira army who won many battles. Circumstances compelled him to flee back to Kumase (accompanied by 300 elite warriors given him by Nana Ansah Sasraku, the Akwamu King). When the Kumase Chief died, Osei Tutu became chief (the biblical Joseph, huh?) He founded the Great Asante Kingdom with the help of his friend, the Chief Fetish Priest Okomfo Anokye. The Asante Kingdom (at its peak of power) covered to an area bigger than present-day Ghana.br /br /span style="font-weight:bold;"Hogbetsotso Za – The Great Escape/spanbr /br /King Agorkorli of the clay-walled city of Notsie (in present-day Togo) was one very cruel king to his own subjects. He would, for example, order broken bottles to put in the clay used for buildings, and force subjects to knead it. To escape, the subjects (engineered by the women) used laundry and dish-washing water to soften a section of the city wall, until it collapsed (Berlin, huh?). Then, they escaped at night by walking backwards out of the city. Seen from afar, the escapees appeared to be entering rather than leaving the city. The last to escape, scattered millet grain on the ground, and when the birds came to peck, they erased the footprints too, throwing the King’s trackers off-course. Totally brilliant! To celebrate the Great Escape, the descendants of the escapees – the Ewe people – have the Hogbetsotso Za Festival.div class="blogger-post-footer"img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7564356874518161776-6201029073368500984?l=antirhythm.blogspot.com' alt='' //div ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One Ghana, One Voice: Their and Our Encounter</title>
		<link>http://oneghanaonevoice.com/2010/02/their-and-our-encounter.html</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 00:38:00 -0500</pubDate>
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	    				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<blockquote><p><br />We never asked them to make the trip<br />Senseless though it seemed they did<br />Yes! they came to see but never learned<br />That we never needed them to survive.<br />In the jungle where lions roared at day<br />Where cobras roamed the paths at night<br />Where the ants barely saw the suns’ light<br />There we built our great empires<br />Void of their help, void of their greed.<br /> <br />We never asked them not to learn<br />Senseless, could they even have learned<br />Yes! but they sought to teach us their ways<br />Of slander imbued with hypocrisy<br />Of malice clothed in kindness.<br />They sought to kill the oak tree of old<br />They sought to dethrone the crown bearers<br />They tried to drink but could never swallow<br />For they were not invited to the ball.<br /> <br />In their true nature of mischief<br />They sought to divide the indivisible<br />They sought to sow where they could not harvest<br />For this is the land that knows its destined rulers<br />They tried to build but could not break the ground<br />They drank the streams of the ancestors with greed<br />They tasted immortality and wanted to live forever<br />But the streams of the ancestors knew their duties<br />Where they could not break, there we buried them.</p></blockquote><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555516329392912719-3888921889853853493?l=oneghanaonevoice.com' alt='' /> ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Circumspect: Poetry/Prose: Lyrics</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 22:16:00 -0500</pubDate>
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	    				<author>Jemila</author>		
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	Another double (multiple?) entendre piece. Enjoy!<br />
<a href="http://leadership.uoregon.edu/upload/images/music.jpg"><img alt="" src="http://leadership.uoregon.edu/upload/images/music.jpg" /></a><br />
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--I'm in that mode again. You know, the one that only I can savor and others find irritating.I'm not trying to be anti-so[cial]. Far from it. I'm totally engrossed. In. YOU.Try as I might, I keep coming back to this place. If only to hear you utter one more line.And even when you fail to switch it up, and it's the same thing on replay&nbsp;I'm too hooked to notice. Or rather, I'm too hooked <i>not</i> to notice...YOU!&nbsp;People say "her ears dey sweet her". I don't care. Let them blabber. All I'm listening to is you.Some figure it should be a quick act - a hit it and quit it.But me? No way. I want to savor every delicious bit.You hear that? Every. Delicious. Bit.<br />
Now, I'm not saying that I overanalyze..But the things you say, I simply can't resist. I have to comply.When you say sway slightly, my hips react on their ownAnd you talk about beautiful smiles, my lips curve in replyMy ears twitch to hear more. And my heart's a-racing in anticipation.They say I pay them no heed. But in truth, I've lost my mind and I gotta find it.There, I said it. You drive me crazy.<br />
And the best moments. Goodness gracious. They're the ones of just you and I.Sure, we could be surrounded by dozens. Or be seated in a clattering train.But all I'm focused on is YOU. Hanging on to your every word. Your every move.I can have my eyes closed. And still anticipate that change in tempo.Because our very beings are in tune. You are to me as I am to you.With the nightfall comes even better times.&nbsp;Somber moments of reflection gazing upon thine eyes.&nbsp;You keep me spellbound. It's inconsequential to say.<br />
Now we both know: others might chance upon you.But when all is said and done, honey, you know your way home.And then its butterflies and thumping hearts all over again.Just like the very first day. When you were you, and I was I.And we became us.And like old folk, we begin to think, look and sound alike.Where do you think I got these "ronning" skills from?<br />
Lyrics!<br />
;)<br />
--Photo Source:&nbsp;<a href="http://leadership.uoregon.edu/upload/images/music.jpg">music.jpg</a><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30396251-4048870097060349795?l=www.circumspecte.com' alt='' />
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		<title>One Ghana, One Voice: Author Profile - Kwadwo Oteng Owusu</title>
		<link>http://oneghanaonevoice.com/2010/02/author-profile-kwadwo-oteng-owusu.html</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 21:54:00 -0500</pubDate>
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	    				<content:encoded><![CDATA[	Biography:<br /><br /><blockquote><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgdSd0vYhjI/S2z_3qgrkvI/AAAAAAAABd8/BqNp3YPtTPI/s1600-h/KOO.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgdSd0vYhjI/S2z_3qgrkvI/AAAAAAAABd8/BqNp3YPtTPI/s200/KOO.jpg" alt="" /></a>Kwadwo Oteng Owusu is the third born of four siblings. He grew up primarily in Kumasi and graduated from Prempeh College and Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology with a B.Sc. Development Planning degree. Currently he is doing his national service in Mfantseman Municipal Assembly, Central Region and is attached to the World Vision Mfantseman ADP, Saltpond.</p></blockquote><br /><br />Five Questions with Kwadwo Oteng Owusu:<br /><br /><blockquote><p>1. How long have you been writing poetry?<br /><br /><em>I have been writing poems since my secondary schools days (in Prempeh College). It was something I started initially as a pastime to wile away time. I just loved playing with words in my mind and then started to put ideas on paper.</em><br /><br /><br />2. Who are your favorite poets? Which poets have most inspired and informed your work?<br /><br /><em>I love stories and this makes me love poets who are story-tellers. This is why I seem to have a liking for poets of African descent: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kofi_Anyidoho">Kofi Anyidoho</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Efua_Sutherland">Efua Sutherland</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_angelou">Maya Angelou</a>, etc. Funny enough, the person that inspires me most as a poet is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Wesley">Charles Wesley</a> (the Hymnist). I just love the way he played with words and still managed to keep the original meaning of the gospel in them.</em><br /><br /><br />3. What do you hope to accomplish with your poetry?<br /><br /><em>I hope to stimulate thinking with every poem. I want people to read my poems and be spurred on to read more about the topics I have discussed in them. To me, poetry should educate and better still, lead to further education. If my poems achieve this, I will feel I have contributed to society in that small way.</em> <br /><br /><br />4. What do you think needs to be done to promote and strengthen poetry in Africa?<br /><br /><em>Poetry has the ability to develop minds in ways not yet explored. I believe avenues like OGOV should be made more accessible to young people interested in poetry. It is all about demand and supply. Painting as an art thrived in medieval and rennaisance periods because Kings showed interest and appreciated such art forms. Society must show interest and this is why I love what OGOV is doing... creating the demand avenue for the supply to come. I believe poems become alive when recited, and so, such avenues should be made more accessible.</em><br /><br /><br />5. How important are outside editors, critics, etc. to the development of your writing?<br /><br /><em>Editors and critics are to writing as examiners are to students. They play a crucial role in making sure people write good materials. Editors help put writings in good standing. Editors play a similar role as the role played by medications between the Physicians and the Patient - the utmost aim is to treat the patient. It's always good to have someone comment on your writing, good or bad it helps a lot. I think editors and critics are a must have if writing is to develop in Africa.</em> </p></blockquote><br /><br />Contact Kwadwo:<br /><blockquote><p>okobenus(at)yahoo.com</p></blockquote><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555516329392912719-3573993154552317692?l=oneghanaonevoice.com' alt='' /> ]]></content:encoded>
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