Derrick Kofi Agbesi
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2024, UNITY, WE DECIDE
The year is 2024, As we march to the polls on December 7, Let’s pause and reflect as Ghanaians, On struggles endured, promises broken, and lessons given. Leadership, once a noble beacon of service, Has dimmed its essence lost in greed’s surface. And we doubt if the Nkrumahs and Mandelas still reign, Or if their legacies only linger in vain. Yet, our vote remains a mighty force, To chart a just and righteous course. Weigh Mahama and Bawumia, with hearts sincere, And if they falter, let fresh ...
We Are Architects of Our Own Plight
This music video was scripted with Suno AI website using one of my poems, We Are Architects of Our Own Plight. The music video vividly portrays the self-imposed struggles of Africans, urging a deep introspection to change destructive habits and mindsets. It contrasts the beauty of foreign lands like Dubai’s gleaming streets and London’s historic lanes with the stagnation of inaction, symbolized by “clasp hands between our thighs, awaiting miracles.” The music critiques misplaced prioriti...
Description of "IF ONLY I COULD LIVE TO GROW" By Derrick Kofi Agbesi
The story "If Only I Could Live to Grow" is a vivid and heartfelt account of Edudzi, a young boy growing up in a rural village. Through Edudzi's eyes, we experience the complexities of family life, cultural traditions, and the innocence of childhood. The narrative begins by introducing Edudzi’s parents: his father, a tall and light-skinned man with a commanding presence, and his mother, who is nurturing yet strict. Their differing parenting styles shape Edudzi's experiences; he fears his mothe...
IF ONLY I COULD LIVE TO GROW
Chapter 1 My dad was light-skinned, tall, had thick hair, a bold face and a natural hefty physique. Mum was chocolate, and had a comely nature but was neither tall nor short. Dad was outspoken and would punish you once and heavily for one offence. Mum on the other hand was reserved and would punish you mildly but severally for just a single offence. I dreaded the latter punishment more because I felt it summed up and even went beyond a double of the former. As a result, I feared mum more. I pic...
ECHOES OF CHILDHOOD
Oh, those days! When we were lost to the events of yesterday, Never thinking of tomorrow. Joy arrived with every celebration, “Our Day”, marked by exams’ end. Little baskets in hand, we'd strut around, Front teeth missing, childhood unbound. Teachers' warnings, terminal reports, forgotten fast, Dad's scolding for a B grade, didn't last. I recall the dusty football fields in the neighbourhoods, Bamboos for goalposts, charcoal lines engaged. Worn-out balls, our prized possession, Dreaming o...
