PeptalkWithNativeDr, Nii: Paying Our Last Respects

Mama, I am sorry. The little darlings slimy heart papped

For, deep within her soul, against the hopes of her shinny dream, she seemed overwhelmed.

The dear young lad clad in white looked good to sight.

Yet sadly, the venom of life was translated through a seamingly harmless bite, and now, here he lays in this site.

The souls of our YOUTHS!!
The blood of our TROOPS!!!

The child forges forward in school
his efforts are rewarded, but it's not commensurate.

The parents are grateful but not considerate.

Society applauds but it's hardly legitimate.

Now, here lies lifeless bodies; corpses, drained of the essence of lifes bounty.

Men, whose lusty muscles would have grown to trap the neck of our economys foes..!

Women, whose bubble would have translated into ripples of virtual energy much needed to jerk out our socio-politico- morality woes..!!

Now, here they lay
With or without a shred of negotiation, they prioritised the flight to give up their ghost.

What a shame it is; each death, a perfect reflexión of societys soul.

For while the hanged person's image reveals the cruel attempt of society to drain life out off our youths noble cells, the fall-off high-rise edifices demonstrates how society carelessly damp our youths into adventures without any intentional prior preparation!

The gates of our cemeteries are opened, and yet the spirits are grossly unamused.

The ghosts which beckon new relatives to join the family of old are not at post; for they are appalled at the turn of events.

Mans soul is been traded for gold, and the patronisers of this merchandise are untold.

Today, another spirit is departed without a heritage for sons and daughters unborn!

Today, another contemplates a revision of the suicide notes; to make it more gruesome and henious(mimicking societys toll)!!

O, the souls of oUr youths!
O, the blood of OuR troops! ebbs out of her gasping lips!
Pant...pant... breath evapourates his leaking lungs!

The souls of OUR youths!
The blood of our troops!

For, who finds it worthy to pay a piper after the snake has bitten?

For, what role shall each of us play when the city which should protect our naive interests is at slumbering rest?

O, our youths!
O, their souls!!
O, their blood!!!
O, their sighs!!!!

May we not be judged guilty!!!
May we commit to play our roles no matter how costly...!!!

A moment silence please....



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Nii Dartey

I am Shadrack Akrofi-Quarcoo (a.k.a. Kwabena Dartey). I am a trainee ‘Philosopher, Transformational Speaker, Author, Poet, Song writer, Teacher and Visionary.’ I hold First Degree in Economics/Philosophy from University of Ghana, Legon, Postgraduate certificate in Project Management from Graduate Institute of Management (GIM), and Certificates in Finance & Financial Markets, Ghana Stock Exchange (GSE) and N.G.O Management from Cambridge Centre of Excellence (CCE).

I am the founder/Coach of the Gold Empire Foundation (GEF). I have had useful experience working with development oriented organizations as the United Nations (UN), African Rights Initiative International (ARII), Forever Living Products (FLP), Enterprise Life Assurance, just to mention a few.

My field of interest in my speaking/ creative writing career is in HUMAN CAPITAL DEVELOPMENT (HCD). Through my Speaking, Teaching, Writing and Coaching career, I have helped several hundred YOUTHS to reach varying levels on the critical path of Human Capital Development. The critical path involves: (I) discovery (ii) developing (iii) maximizing (IV) Deploying or using, their endowments, talents/skills and abilities.

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