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martin-addison
martin-addison
37/M/Accra, Ghana I am a sales/marketing executive with a Telecommunucation firm. I also volunteer for ActionAid Ghana as a Board member. I love to write and comment on social and political issues. What gets me glued to write-ups is the creativity of the author.
Fighting an enemy of antique Whose artillery is rangy and baroque And whose infantry’s quest for battle is grotesque Their conquests often leave behind grave plaque It’s an enemy with a well resourced war room Having great strategies to cause boom and doom And when they operate with seemingly ubiquitous intelligence to loom It’s an enemy who’s seeking to lock your values in a guardroom Such an enemy is not fought with simplicity Be careful you don’t blow the war trumpet with emotional alacrity Your counterattack tactics fail if they appeal not to the enemy’s perplexity You simply don’t operate beyond the boundaries of equanimity An organized enemy must be met with an organized counterattack You need victory-churning war-room to neutralize such an attack Ensure all the elements of combat power remain in your war sack “To keep Satan from getting the advantage over us; for we are not ignorant of his wiles and intentions” (2 Cor. 2:11) Martin Ato Addison 24/02/21
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Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 1:15 AM UTC
COMBATING THE COMPLEX ENEMY
It looked so green and promising even before its inception The labourers came with zeal and great expectation The countenances of some exuded determination Just to work to achieve distinction For some, their first encounter with the green vineyard was a divine orchestration Yet today, I ask whether this orchestration has metamorphosed into illusion? It appears the initial symphony of elation Is gradually turning into a chorus of depression Are the labourers now swimming in a sea of confusion? The morose faces worn in the green vineyard obviously expresses frustration The disenchanted labourers complain about structural demolition Others think the vineyard environment facilitates capacity extermination The highly skilled brains and hands are looking for the exit gate with desperation Though majority of the labourers now regard their decision To work in the vineyard as a massive compunction I believe a divine intervention can produce the needed salvation Guys, God will certainly provide the desired destination.
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Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC
FROM THE GREEN VINEYARD
With you I took a sweet conversational ride Thy brain’s colour kept my mouth opened so wide Then my emotions of likeness begun growing so wild Could you be my bride? Yes, it’s a sweet memory of that romantic emotional tide In that red K’si-bound ‘VIP’ coach I had a wonderful ride Thought-captivated by thy admirable personality, vide, It was like a mental love roller coaster and a cognitive strife Still thinking if you could be my bride Our eye ***** met and our bonafide Mutual Affection could not hide In the cave of your love I wish to perpetually abide Let’s hold on to this passion and not slide I really want you to be my bride I feel a sweet palpitation to always remain by thy side The discovery of thy simplicity became my love guide Hypnotized by thy beauty, thy humility is even a pride Would you be my bride? I discovered your affection and I'm now full of life Come on let’s take this momentous matrimonial stride May our bonding chord resist any sharp knife In divine assurances shall we only confide Please be my wife
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC
Be My Bride
Certainly it has become a ubiquitous VIRAL DOPE Here we are so TERRIFIED and trapped in a unique FEAR’S COPE The search for prognoses remains a huge ***** It looks scary but we ought to hold on tenaciously to any available surviving ROPE Our vim should skyrocket and never SLOPE And may we be exposed to the true LIGHT OF HOPE Will COVID19 prevail eternally? NOPE...! Martin Addison
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
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