State of Mind

🎵 Mighty Jesus – Edem🎶

I am allergic to Love Songs Now

I want to have like 1000 staffs

Keep about 100 Missionaries on a Retainer

I want to have like 10 Children in my House

I want to adopt from all over the world

I want to just live in Africa and only Chill in Europe

I have never been a fan of London

I want to have like ten Boerboels in my house

I want to pay fees of people I can’t count

I don’t need a meal on my table I am blessed with that

I want to be bigger than my desire to help others

I want to see my ideas alive and real

I am dreaming of a large pig farm badly

I am praying everyday for strength not to fight

I want to never forget the village hut school I attended

I want my children to have a desire to be more than Urban lives

I want my children to see how I roamed the cocoa farms every vacation

I have only a few friends but they are Solid

I have a lot of Guys in between close or far

I am still looking to find an active business partner

I love working from anywhere, offices are boring

I am a Child of God

I Got Saved By Jesus some years ago

Still growing but I love my Gifts and calling bad

Those who know me know my gifts

I Love my family to bits

I enjoy using my break for musing sometimes

I listen to loud music when I have a lot on my mind

I pray about everything good or bad

I want my legacy to live on for generations like the way we still talk about slave trade

I am a beach addict any day or night

Weird for a guy who grew up among forests and farms

I never spoke Twi or Bono my entire senior High school years

My closest buddy thought I didn’t know how to speak twi

One dude stopped talking to me because I was always speaking English.

I have been favored in so many ways

Even by total strangers

I don’t feel blessed, I know I am Blessed

My best childhood memories will always be from the farm house at Bonsu Nkwanta

And the whole time we were there they allowed us to play the Sunday School Drums

They will always say the children from Accra have arrived and they can play well

And everyone treated us special

And my head was big I guess the body balanced it

I used to be a foodie when I was a kid

I don’t know what happened

Now I don’t care about food

My faith in God was tested and proven so much in Germany.

He is never late and goosssh I lived on the edge almost the whole time.

I am very friendly but I never wait for a friend to chase my dreams or desires

Don’t stop dreaming and wishing.

God can do all of them

I don’t like to mix my business and my social principles.

One rule that has always worked for me.

(c) 2018 – Elvis Kyere-Gyeabour


This piece was written on 21st May, 2018 from random musing on whatsapp status. They reflect various thoughts and feelings about things around me at that point in time.


Why Are We Here

We are here because you still have not matured to know that marriage is between you and your husband not you, your family, your friends and your husband.

We are here because you will rather plan things with your family and friends than with me your life partner.

We are here because you are a human being that doesn’t want to be controlled or told what you can or cannot do. You don’t submit and respect authority over you

We are here because you are expecting me to pay you back for your past when that isn’t my duty or role

We are her because you have failed to see that you don’t get entitled to things you earn them in life like trust and others

We are here because you don’t know how to talk or control your anger

We are here because you are too full of yourself to even see the things you do wrong and correct them not with just words but with supporting actions

We are here because you probably expected to be married and not cook or wash or take care of the house but have a happy marriage.

We are here because you know so much but you don’t even care to apply it to your life.

We are here because you think you should run away from your past than deal with it in a healthy way.

We are here because you expect me to be a husband you control than one who is your head.

We are here because I can’t risk my life … I don’t know what your anger may drive you to do.. because I could have gone blind that Sunday morning and you will have your life.

We are here because you can’t see me beyond my past mistakes and flaws.

We are here because you don’t understand me or even ask me what I want and how I want it.

We are here because you don’t open up to me… you talk to your friends and others more than you talk to me

We are here because you were looking for perfection which I can’t measure up to.

We are here because you are overly critical and always had a lens over everything I did.

We are here because I always think there is another woman every time I am not around because you caught me doing that to you some time ago.

We are here because I don’t see anything wrong with hosting male visitors when my husband is away.

We are here because I expect you to trust me and believe me without me doing anything to earn it or prove myself.

We are here because I saw how easy it was for marriage to be disrespected by my guardians growing up.

We are here because I never saw the need to be some cultural person when I have a degree and a big ass

We are here because I want this dissolved so I can go live my life and that’s why I gave you your rings.

We are here because we haven’t come to see the true purpose of being together.

© 2018 Elvis Kyere-Gyeabour (EKG)

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.

smile be happy and live

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