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Originally posted on JB Blogs:

The human seems to always lack
Something either white or black
Other times the colour’s not specific
We just wish to be very prolific

Such lack could be so intense
Even to make us risk a sentence
Acting so primitive that
We don’t care falling flat

The patience to wait
Like a lady’s hair to plait
Could be so elusive
Yet it’s the core of this missive

This is where Providence comes in
To give all you need for life’s mission
To show there’s enough for everyone
And no need to envy anyone

Copyright © 2013 | Joseph Budu

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Respect Water!

When you upen the tap
Think about the water you sap
Ask if there’s anything
You could do towards reducing
The amount of water you will
Use for the chore until
You get to that inner area
Which senses the scarcity of water

If you think it’s too tedious
Imagine yourself bringing
Water from the taps outside
Into your room upside
Think of how people struggle
Just to get a sip without smuggle
Perhaps may prick thy being
To use water with a sense of saving


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Change attitude towards water!

Our taps stopped flowing
Just for some hours fleeting
Can’t describe the discomfort
When I needed to use the pot

It all started coming to me
But for water running free
How would humans survive
How would vegetation thrive

I began to think deeply
How water’s wasted greatly
Within the home and many places
Without effort to pull our laces

Laces to our conservational boots
Boots we need to cut the roots
Of bad attitude towards water use
How we’ve no concern to refuse

To be wasters of precious Water
And rather learn to be a Saver
If you care about the future
Let’s wreck wantons wasting water



If this were my last ever blog post…

=========  I ===========
10         The colonial masters divided our Africa
20         According to their will and cruel nature
30                  Its adverse impact still lingers on
40             Due to them and we playing oblivion
50                 Such division I will not perpetuate
60                 So I pray thee join me to mitigate
70           Need I say if you show me your friend
80          I may be unable to tell if you’re a fiend

=========  II ===========
90           But from now if you tell me your tribe
100                  I’ll show you the work of a scribe
110        And if you show me your political party
120       I’ll show how you’re tearing our country
130  It’s only when you tell me you’re Ghanaian
140   Tat I’ll show my pride as a co-countryman
150       Who avoids any form of divisive mantra
160  Cos tho several people we’re in one Ghana

Copyright © 2012 | Joseph Budu

The way out…

In my deepest despairs
When I know not what to do
I search for thrills in pairs
My heart a refuge to put into

All artificial things seem calmer
The movies, music, internet
All because I’m a teetotaller
Their thrills r but not permanent

Stepping out doesn’t help much
Cos everyone’s got their own
Yours they listen, theirs they mulch
So why not go to the Savior known

So I grab the Holy Word of God
Read any portion coming to mind
I see how the fathers have trod
And remember I’ve been blind

My body doesn’t see the sense
But my soul feels enlightened
In its depths and over its fence
And thank God, my pray’r He listened


Introducing “The Plumber’s Son”

Imagine you were in the middle of a long tiring journey or road-trip. You feel hungry, there is a rest stop ahead. The vehicle thankfully makes a stopover, and take a bite, and suck some juice or water. Let’s say you buy a bottle of water to take along to quench later thirst… then that water runs out. For those in Ghana, the driver could easily stop for a passenger to take a leak… in America, there is most likely to be a restroom nearby or even in that Greyhound or Peter Pan. But what if you are thirsty (when your water has ran out), and no one else is offering you a spare bottle or a drop. There may be some hope ahead for you because you are heading either home or the next rest stop, or traffic light (with hawkers).

What about those desert-like areas? What of those whose governments are yet to connect their communities to the pipe-borne water ‘grid’? What of those who bath, pee, and shii and bathe in the save water body they drink and cook from? Ever considered the amount of money used to make water potable? Ever wondered how a drop saved today could be needed drop on the morrow? Ever considered making small changes in our water-using habits; like leaving the basin tap on with our one hand on the wall or hip, and the other scouring our teeth? Oh yes, sometimes, it’s unconscious, but most times, it is cultivated… I have had a roommate like that.. just this semester. I said it once, it’s as if he does it to piss me off. But inasmuch as silence is the best answer to a fool, there are people who would love enlightenment; because like me, they believe they don’t know it all.

Alongside, there are some sources of water wastage like (unfixed and unreported) burst pipes. So far as passers-by have flow of water, there is nothing wrong with water gushing out of a burst pipe. Well, here and now, I am subscribing to Gandhi’s ‘be the change you want to see in the world’. I would like to know people report water leakages, fix broken taps (in their homes and school), and in totality, use water wisely! With all to do, I introduce to you a new blog… “The Plumber’s Son“, inspired by my passion for sensible water use with the hope of ensuring sustainability for Mother Earth’s sister/mum. Thank you.

The Plumber’s Son

A song for Nana Darkoa

Now my eyes are welling up
Let me get out of here before I burp
Cos I cannot stand the emotion
Neither can I stabilise the fluctuation

Yet I want to stay
By continuing to say
That sticking closer than a brother indeed
Is part of the Loving Father’s great creed

It may come with some ups and downs
But hey He’s sure to give some crowns
To you Nana I must admit your style
Even your frown comes with a smile

Now what but a promise to thee
That whenever I can a brother I’ll be
Cos sticking closer to you
Has its own tweaks anew

So in striving as  part of this endeavour
I would still remember
That you appreciate what I do
For me I count it as normal tho

Yet I pray for strength to do for you
Anything I could afford all anew
And even tho you see me stick closer
Nothing I can do to beat (y)our mother

For us, if one gets the first smile happily
The other waits for the second patiently
Cos we understand the ups and downs
And that the Father rewards all the crowns

Even in times when I think I want to leave
Something comes to enhance the cleave
Still I believe I can say effortlessly
That O Darkoa, thou art lovely


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