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We fought and we struggled
He  has struggled with an infection for long
He has prayed over an infection for long
Including long days of fast and intense prayers

He always wonders if the creator ever taught of him
If the creator ever taught of releasing him from this infirmity
But he never gave up to his faith until his last dream
A dream of hope through an intense struggle

But one may ask, what kind of dream?
What kind of dream will release a man of a great infirmity?
In his dream, he saw himself with an angel
An angel so hard to describe

Maybe he was the angel of healing
Maybe he was an angel of war
He wandered whom this creature was
Because he has  never seen a kind like this before

His countenance was like that of a warrior
He looked like one who was in a hurry
He had strong wings to fly
And his face was hard to describe

How did I know? Because he struggled with him
How did I know? Because he fought with him
This was a fight of redemption
This was a fight to regain his all in all

Just as Jacob struggled with the angel until he gained victory
And so we fought until he said you can use the ....... water
He pursued to ask who are you?
Are you the angel Raphael? he said no


He asked because he read an angel was in charge of healing
Who are you then?
Then he said I cannot bid you my name
For they know not that I am here

Then, tell the angel that I need to meet Him
So he took me for a tour
A tour that I saw many things like an accident with people screaming
A tour, perhaps to visit another mission

We landed on his second mission, then he vanished
I then woke up from the dream with half smile and of half curiosity
Curious because I could not recall the kind of water for my healing
Happy because I struggled hard with an angel and gained victory

My struggle was not vain
Your struggle should not be left unattended to
Never give up because healing come in different ways
Keep up the fight for you will gain victory one day

SO HE SAID, THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE HEALING. FROM GOD (THE CREATOR) HIMSELF
WE FIGHT WE STRUGGLE AND WE FIGHT FOR THE GOOD 5:52 PM 8/16/2015OF MANKIND
A pure soul remains a pure soul, and a soul that loveth, loveth from infancy.
We're all born to start a life and something new but not all that get to finish it.

Many do but few does finish well with a broad smile and not a sigh.
Even at point of death,  they smile wide enough because , not only for themselves, for others and the tomorrow's people.
It's also only the few who view the span of life past, present and future:  as a twig woven of others of different material but weaves theirs to suit what is woven and what is to be woven.

What shall we say then, is it of the desire of men to shape destinies of souls of men.
Or to see them unshaped and lives ruined...

Always know when it's your call you will not fail
even when it turns out dangerous
we will ride on it
even when it turns into a jungle road
we will still ride on it

we are expecting the bumpy roads
we are expecting the sharp curves
we are expecting the dusty roads

this is what will make us good travelers
this is what will make us experienced travelers
this is our strength to the strong holds
this is what we are always fighting for

because we saw the northern star shining
because we saw the flowers gloom
because we saw the dew falling once again

we started with many together
we reasoned with many together
we planned with many together
we expected to finish with them together

some left us on the way
some left us untold and unaware
some left us because they had no other chance

here we are today
here we will tell our stories
here we will keep our fortress
here we have nothing to hide because we found IT

IT is still shining
IT is unfading
IT is unquenchable

OUR SEARCH WAS NEVER A WASTE OF TIME
OUR SEARCH WAS NEVER A WASTE OF TIME
OUR GOD STILL LIVES
when the Kwabena Nketia twisted in proverbs
when the Seprewa strings plug to tune
when the Handel composed to interest

was it done for us?

when the Crosby played and sang
when the Amakye Dede planned to entertain
when the Vivaldi sat down to think

was it done on purpose?

when the Ludovico played to uplift the spirit
when the Fire side stories were told to be remembered
when the da Vinci painted to last

was it done for our generation?

yes , I believe so
may be the present generation are not informed
may be the present generation are not of interest

how can we forget our past
how can we forget our forefathers
how can we forget what we were born with

do we still have our cultural traits in mind
do we still have our cultural elements to be exhibited
do we still have something to be shown to the world

if not, let us go back to the old days

SANKOFA SANKOFA SANKOFA

WE ARE NEVER LATE ON DOING WHAT IS RIGHT
WE ARE NEVER LATE ON DOING WHAT IS RIGHT
We see the birds fly over the skies ,where sometimes we dream of. In he shadows of trees hey hide, shelter, breed and nurse their young. And to some birds, it is a place of defense, a tower of refuge, a point where they could see all the land, and only a few could have such a view.

The wolf dig holes and barrels, nest their young, train  them to be together, to hunt and prey and be preyed on as well. To the wolf togetherness is strength.

And we men; we mould, we craft, we build, we farm, we watch and be watched upon. Some times we seem dissatisfied, for our ego is much, we are care taker of creation. The carvers of wood  and hewers of  great stone into caves and monuments, and a race that posses fashioning of weapons, both great and small, both good and evil.
We posses many names according to race of kind, according families, according to tribes, according to sects of vicious talents and our know how and to research, companions who tell history and what is behind history.

For we are called men because we are descendants of our kind. We also posses beauty and handsomeness in like fashion of fathers and mothers. Our defenses are from deities of great power, weapons, towers and skills. We learn from many; of our kind and sometimes not from our kind.

We are the key to the next generation, we carry our life, history, genetic makeup, our sense of being and  how we want our future to be like to the next generation. W e will teach them of our world and what is yet to come. Such as is done by birds and other kind of animals, we must not forget our past.

We will remain the  ultimate purpose of creation, objects of worship, men and always men alike.
MEN AND ALWAYS MEN  ALIKE.

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