Inferno Nitro

After 15 mins of leaving Atomic Junction, I received a call from my wife asking where I was because there is fire 200m from the hospital she has been admitted at.

About 5 minutes after the call, I heard a loud tremor at home and the sky light up orange for about 10 seconds. I initially run out of the house with my shorts confused and not sure what to do.

I went back inside the house, locked the doors and drove out. Tried to get Rosa to meet me at the Haatso by-pass if I do a loop around Standards board. I meet a family of four with an older woman who couldn’t walk. I chauffeured them to the American House boundary road as I had to get to Rosa. For someone who was on admission, the entire hospital was in a state of confusion about evacuation.

Some of the staff insisted they stay close to the wall even though the blast was literally over their head. I told her to leave the enclosed area and head for the closet open space. Hellen, a nurse from the hospital was God sent. She initially went to her room to get her out of the drip and helped her get out of her room.

Rosa then left with her out of the hospital premises heading towards the Haatso shell direction. In her pain, she walked for almost 2km. There was no traffic and every car I met was speeding over 80km/hr.

I finally got to the GIMPA entrance of University of Ghana and then it started raining. Using the by-pass I met Rosa and Helen, wet, tired and Helen bleeding from a fall. At this point all I wanted to do was drive as far from this part of town as possible.

We turned towards Dzowulu Junction through Kaukudi to Burma camp area……

In all of this, I haven’t seen the entire Madina gripped with fear as I saw. Almost the entire town was on the streets in any form of transport possible.

God has been merciful to me and my family. Thank you God.

Chastising EPA and NPA for their negligence will be on another day.

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DIY – Building a kernel for Sparkles

I decided to get a dog ( last month or so) mainly for pet and security. I started asking around for possible breeds and prices. One friend of mine Eugene, linked me with a cute boerboel.

She was bigger than I expected and so I needed to get a proper kernel instead of my initial makeshift cage until it’s much bigger.

I was very surprised at the prices of kernels around Madina, Haatso and its environs. They ranged between 500ghc to 850ghc. And if one wanted a more customized version should be ready to part with 1000ghc plus.

My trusted carpenter was my first option, in going to his end and commissioning him to make a kernel for me. He grudgingly agreed with reasons that it will not be as the ones I have seen on sale by the streets. I didn’t care much about the beauty I just need a kernel for my new dog.

After waiting for week with enough stories from my carpenter and how he will need about 2 weeks to finish. I decided to take the task upon myself and build a kernel. My first stop was Pinterest to find low-cost simple dog kernel designs. They had some interesting designs but will require more skills and tools to build them as DIY.

So I made a simple sketch of a kernel from comparing what I have reviewed and my skills set. I went to various hardware shops to get a price list of things I needed and also compare prices. I first bought he steel measure, and a saw I already had a hammer.

To start off, I made measurements of the space I will want the kernel to fit. I then went on to measure the various sections and document them on my kernel design. It did take much time to do all of that circa 45 minutes.

I decided I will buy the things I need after work on different days so I could start over the weekend.

That went very smooth, only weird to see a tinted glass car with wood sticking out of the trunk ( thankfully I didn’t have any police drama, thank God for American house boundary road).

With the measurements I knew how much wood I needed, the quality was determined at the point of buying which was hard sawmill wood 2″x3″.

The 2″x3″ will serve as the base structure of the kernel and ensure a robust build. I then got some plywood, two container packing stands and some nails.

Early Saturday morning I started with my kernel project. I had a couple of bruises from my hammer and smelly clothes. By the close of sessions on Saturday I had a standing structure.

I returned to my makeshift workshop on Sunday after church at ICGC Yaweh Temple. The floor of the kernel was done and some more additions to the standing structure.

Fast forward to Wednesday evening, we started painting all the woods that will be used and have been used to ensure it is not destroyed easily by insects or weather conditions.

After painting, the kernel was about 70% done. Outstanding structures were door, roofing and lock accessories. Door was fixed and lock accessories done. The kernel was then dragged to where it will be permanently.

Two roofing sheets were used to completely roof it with roofing nails to prevent leakages.

The kernel was then left to dey for a day and Sparkles was moved in that evening ( she didn’t like the idea and even had to be leashed inside to get used to it).

The total budget of getting the kernel from start to finish was about 200ghc. I guess I have a retirement hobby now, building expensive kernels.

Sparkles is a Boerboel and she is 10 weeks old. I will happily share her growth stories her. Currently I am training her to sit and come. It’s going smooth but I need to teach her to stop biting or trying to bite on things.

Pot of Gold

In the fold of old
I found myself cold
Cold from the load of needs
Needs that being old doesn’t stop
Pots I heard almost as a wispher
From ear to ear I searched endless
Never stopped even from year to year
Each year it sounded lounder
P. O. T. S it rang on
And now it seems to never stop

Heat from the burning sun
Literally seems to set me on fire
Hot it felt for all I touched
Then news of a shining pot
Reached the coast of Gold
So bold I played a lot with my lot
To make a gain for that pot
For I sought to please my desire

For nights I dreamt of not just a pot
For what use is a pot without lot
So I dreamt some more
With open eyes and the shinning sun
I dreamt of hitting my Pot of Gold on the sands of Gold Coast
So day on day I gather gold bars
Gold bars formed from my very sweat
For each day’s labour is a gold mine
Until the day that my pot is filled
So it shines brighter than the Sun

This pot of gold Will dwell years
After I have passed on to unknown
For I seek a legacy of generations That will forever be remembered
And boldly imprinted on the Sands of time

StoryLine : Inspired by the inner desire to be a person of value and worth. Each day we all strife to be valuable and worthy individuals. Get your Gold and let it shine. Written for the Rainmaker Poet Nite. Written after I heard about it on 02.05.2015

Lost & Found

Being lost or found
Comes to and from nothing
It all roots from what is key
For a moment with just a voice
All seems peaceful and calm
The cheers and jeers
They are but not a proof of purpose
In the city or the jungle
Being lost or found
Depends on your heart
For you don’t need all
But you need the one thing
That calm your heart and nerves
And makes the storm an experience

Storyline: Written on the morning of 22nd October 2015 whiles in a bus at Kawashieman,Accra. Not all those wondering are lost… That may be their finding.

My Heart Sinks

My heart sinks
It was filled with so much love and hope
Love that could contain all that life brought
Hope that looked beyond all the obstacles
My heart had so much ambitions for us
Ambitions of a joyful and beautiful tomorrow
A tomorrow that was above all the hindrances

My heart sinks
I am falling into an unending dark abyss
We cherished each other more than gold
We knew as imperfect and rough as we are
Our tomorrow had a greater meaning
A meaning that goes over and above our pasts
Because from the scars and bruises of yesterday
We have found a more excellent way to tread

My heart sinks
It’s almost hard to hear another sermon
Hard to see the African family as I did before
My past is all they see with strongest hatered
For what is the essence of love and grace
When we can’t see a man transformed

My heart sinks
The African family is a devourer of itself
We say much but have no love for others
Love seeks to respect and cherish others
For love is also giving others respect and honour
To be there for them with guidance and respect
Not to make them fit in boxes we create

My heart sinks
For the African family decides
And it has no regard for the person involved
This family does this and does that they say
We cloth all this with religion and tradition
Why do we destroy each other for what

My heart sinks
For I have seen the worst of Love and respect
My heart sinks
For I have walked through the arena of rejection
My heart sinks
For I have seen my past become my personality
My heart sinks
For I have seen men of the Lord show no love

My heart sinks
For I seek an African and a family
That seeks to show love and respect
Not because we are all perfect and infallible
But that we seek to help each other grow
Even in the hardest of moments and times
A decision that seeks to stand for love

Before The fall

With the joy of freedom
The first couple explored the good garden,
They had the presence of the Good Father
With all the liberties that can ever be,
Adam needed no bow or arrow
To be safe in the jungle with all the wilds,
Adam and Eve shared the purest of love and affection
Free from the large chains of Lust with its numerous tools

 

StoryLine: This was written  on 15/12/2011 at Cape Coast around a time where I was contemplating whether to leave my current job for another opening or stay with hopes of getting better conditions. Moving was an exciting decision in case you want to know what I did.

HE IS RISEN

Glory Be to God, My Christ Is Risen
Beyond the Marbles and Gravels
What a marvel to the devil
He meant it evil
Not even the Levis saw this level
My Joy uproars for a Royal I am
Now and even beyond this firmament
I am a royal of the highest order
He Reigns so I reign here and beyond

Glory Be to God, My Christ Is Risen
He calls me a Son not stone
Far from my stock and make
How peaceful and marvelous
That the many ways of the Evil one
Have all come to nothing
Not a knot on my Lifeline
was enough to puff my timeline
I see beyond the saes of no ends
My desires are sealed on the Cross
Truly it is Finished
Truly He is Risen

StoryLine: There is no such joy that can be compared to the fact and knowledge that the source of our salvation, Jesus Christ after being crucified refused to remain in the grave. He arose and will forever be a risen King and Saviour. Happy Easter ☺

©Elvis Kyere-Gyeabour 2015

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