Article-Blog: TNN Triple Donation

In this article-blog, I bring to your heart-yearning seizure, brain-reading leisure and soul-absorbing pleasure with regard to an eye-witness experience and personal involvement with the Timmy Nation Network – TNN a youth dominated non-governmental, non-profit organization with membership of Fifty (50) plus in the south-west city of Takoradi at the heart of the Western Region of Ghana, West Africa. The formation of TNN about a decade ago, commenced like a virtual playground of young energetic individuals from different ethnic as well as religious background then to an actual platform of fellows with ambitions to make realistic impact in the lives of many with the metropolis of domicile, thus around Sekondi Trotro Station – STS (Commercial Mini Bus) area of Takoradi in the Western Region of Ghana, West Africa.

In retrospective reflections, the year 2015 marks my first ever encounter as solid participation with the TNN youthful crew-brand. Indeed, it’s a movement of individuals with heart of entrepreneurial spirit and generous heart always ready to support the less fortunate in the modern society. Of course, the flashback worth-while outreach donation-move took place at the Egyam Orphan Home, which is situated at Egyam, a place dominated by the Ahanta tribe in the Western Region of Ghana. Some of the products donated at then included bags of rice, loaves of bread, soft drinks, kids candies/toffees, both bottled and sachet mineral water and a couple of other provisions to the Egyam Orphan Home. Quite remarkably, the members who were part and parcel of the maiden donation outreach have traveled to various cities of countries around the globe.

Fast forward to the present days and modern times, some weeks ago TNN crew led by its Founder, President and CEO in the personality of Mr. Timmy Amoako, an Entrepreneur and Small businesses owner, together with a host of other leading names and passionate as well as caring like-mind individuals donated sets of food items in bags to the old women whose lives have been highly affected by the lock-down and hardships of the fatal Corona Virus pandemic, thus the two notable coastal communities of New Takoradi and Anafo, Sekondi in the Western Region of Ghana. Well, whilst away at the perching-point habitat of Estate Top in Kasoa, Central Region of Ghana. I had virtual pictorial view of such significant move by the entire leadership and membership of Timmy Nation Network – TNN crew. In life, it quite obvious many of us go through personal challenges and difficulties which can affect our future plans it care is not taking every well. It crystal clear, some hardships of people may differ from person to person or place to place depending on the highness of its outlook in general or state of effect at stake. Well, this might be a revelational truth to those being victims of life in the face of natural disasters such as hurricane, cyclone, earth-quake, bush fires, flood and many others including past-times of Ebola, and even recent times of CoViD-19 pandemic. That means without people of giving hearts or willingness to offer helping and healing hands when it comes to compassion, many lives will pass away from the surface of the earth untimely. Of course, these make the works and efforts of Timmy Nation Network – TNN crew paramount to various communities locally as on regular basis seeks to connect with other philanthropic personalities and benevolent organizations globally.

On Saturday,10^th October,2020 around 4-am dawn-cast I embarked on irregular road trip which by divine care, safety and protection of God arrived at 9:50 am at a roadside alighting point, off the Liberation street, close to Kwame Nkrumah round-about and Asempa Hotel, then Embassy Hotel in Takoradi, Western Region of Ghana. Obviously, since some aspect of this Article-Blog #ArtiBlog is a mixed feeling of happenings, I hereby state that it’s unforgettable rainy-day inland trip to the birth-place, primarily due to booking certainty as a means of making this writing fair and balance to readers like yourself. To the Subject-Matter and focus of this publication, TNN group boarded mini-bus at 4:20 pm and packed the two big bags containing packages of food-stuffs and addition of nose-masks. Time-wise, at 4:40 pm we alighted and paid a courtesy call on the Assemblyman in the person of Honourable Abdul Baba Salami, in charge of Yensudo Electoral Area at Anafo suburban community within Sekondi, the sister city of Takoradi, Western Region of Ghana. We met him alongside his Unit Committee members namely Mr. Francis Quayson, Madam Esther Solomon and the Unit Committee Chairman, Mr. Ebenezer Obeng. After our purposeful interaction, he led us to do deliveries of the food-stuffs in bags of different colours, thus being our main motive of the outreach donation program. From house to house, door to door we reached out with compassionate hearts and helping hands of giving to the old women between the ages of 70 years and above. Indeed, those in dare need of support as relief to them due to adverse effect, coupled with the hardship conditions and circumstance of Corona Virus – CV pandemic. With oneness of heart, solid cooperation in togetherness and mutual conducts led by the TNN Founder, President and CEO in the person of Mr. Timmy Amoako, we walked ups and downs of hills, out and about the neighbourhood as well as backyard and background of mostly nucleated settlements in a bid to show relief-love to the old woman, mothers in this chosen poverty stricken community of Anafo at Sekondi in the Western Region of Ghana, West Africa. It’s exactly 6:50 pm when the entire giving outreach came to completion together with the hard-working supportive figures such as Mr. Leonardo Mensah, Mr. Prince Amartey Laryea, Mr. Nana Kofi Amoah,         Mr. Emmanuel Attabra, Mr. Mohammed Iddrisu, Mr. Benjamin Aidoo Mensah, Mr. Nana Kweku Ayeh and Mr. Collins Adjei Assabil. In fact, most of the listed names and even others not mentioned in this publication played a vital role, besides contributed as well participated immensely in ensuring the success of this outreach donation at the Anafo suburban community of Sekondi, Western Region of Ghana. However, without mincing words in any shadow of doubts, some TNN ladies of valour and substance also did remarkably well through-out this outreach donation endeavour, even some behind the scenes directives and counsels became so significant at the long run. Factually, for the urgency of Timmy Nation Network – TNN records, the lead Patron and Sponsor for this particular outreach donation was made possible by Madam Augustina Mensah and her Auntie in Germany.(Deutschland). At 7:10 pm, we boarded commercial mini-bus to Takoradi, where we climaxed the evening with a round-table meeting discourse and dinner celebration marking the TNN Founder’s birthday, at Han Palace Chinese Restaurant located exclusively at Beach Road in Takoradi, Western Region of Ghana, West Africa.

Beloved figure, as you complete reading this publication – If you’re Philanthropist, Benevolent and Generous personality, Donor, Entrepreneur or Business figure with heart of giving in same gesture to the human society. hence would like to Partner or be a Patron of TNN, then on behalf of Timmy Nation Network – TNN competent Executive Leaders and committed Board Members, we welcome you onboard. Please, feel free to join our Whats-App Group-Platform: https://chat.whatsapp.com/BmHiY7lXK3F5Me20QGrfc0    Better-Still, Send Email with Subject: Patron, Partner, and Donor Application to our man in charge of Communications, Media and Public Relations via: ikeboatofficial@gmail.com

On behalf of TNN Leadership, we are always ready to welcome your Fund Donation Support towards our next outreach programs, projects and educational initiative in Ghana and other parts of the globe.

Thanks For Reading.

                             TNN Triple Donation – Article-Blog Written By Ike Boat

                              For Synchronized Chaos International Magazine – SCIM

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Moments

Moments to pray in the light of night,

When the shadow of doubt no longer,

Linger in his heart in the daylight.

Daylight with all its violence and,

Destruction in the cities as fires burn,

People beaten by the police and jeeps,

Passing with their antennas blowing

It is all familiar the sounds of chaos

Without the dogs and water hoses in

1960s leading to 2020 nothing changed,

And it all is a circle of confusing.

Prayer in the midnight hour as the fan,

Continues to rotate above his head,

He sees the darkness of the daylight

In the light of the moon at midnight.

9-7-2020

Circles

It all is a circle of life and death,

Of destruction and hopeless,

Generations after generations.

It circles like the smoke during,

The riots of 68 in Chocolate City,

There was nothing sweet about the,

Violence and the beatings like in the

Killing of Emmitt Till in 1955 and

The assassination of Martin Luther King,

In 68 when the fire storms came,

And the smoke circled around and

Around going into the night skies.

9-7-2020

Emmett Till

Emmett have you found your peace?

As they murdered you in 55 for looking

At a white woman and speaking to her?

Have they planted flowers on your grave?

Or have they vandalized your memorial?

As the hate continues to flow in 2020.

Robes of discontent and hate are being,

Worn as they parade down the streets,

No longer worrying about Justice for

You and me as our dark skin is a threat,

To their way of life and they are fearful,

Of the truth that we are free to look. 

9-7-2020

Seeing the Truth

It is midnight going into the wee hours,

Of the morning as he kneels by his bed,

Praying and praying not knowing his,

Way to solace in his life after 63 years,

Of life that his brought misery and pain,

Full circle of the pain of life as his,

Brothers are being killed one by one,

In the streets by those who protect and,

Serve not us as we are being dehumanized,

Leading us not to the land of freedom,

But rather to the land of eternal sleep.

9-7-2020

Hopes that are Fading

His ancestors had hope as they prayed in the fields,

Picking cotton and being whipped and they song,

About their freedom of one day seeing God.

His generation does not see their scars on their,

Backs because they are not aware that they are.

Slaves in the 21^st century as one by one they are,

Beating with the new cat’o nine tails.

No longer are they singing about seeing God,

In their life they only see that they are dying,

In the streets of cotton made of false truths,

As they stand of the corners looking into the abyss.

There are no songs inside of them looking for God.

9-7-2020

Good Night My Love

As the fan rotates and the moon disappears,

With the coming of dawn comes into view,

He thinks of you and your love for him,

Thinking of the sweetness of your soul.

As he lay in the field of cotton alone,

Seeking to find you in his dreams,

He looks at the sunrise and he says,

One last prayer to God and closes his eyes.

9-7-2020

Wind and Rain

When the wind blow and the rain fell,

His thoughts were on God in heaven,

No more did dying bring fear to him.

As the wind blow and the rain fell,

He knew that God loved him and,

He prayed his prayer that he knew,

In his heart from when he was a boy,

God would always hold him and protect,

Him when the wind blew, and the rain fell.

9-7-2020

Response to Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude: Synaesthesia of Poetry

My eyes turned to plums
swelled from a day of pages;
words I wrap round my thumb
and eat as raspberries.

Finger roots in the mud,
and I wonder: Standing on hands
will my legs turn to branches?
Shrubs growing from my lexicon.

The grass’ scent, interchangeable
with the bible under my pillow;
promised luck, the sand dollars
like ash filling street cracks.

And does all poetry carry memory
for the reader?
The bookshelf in that cottage home
might’ve held damp pavement,
snow brick forts, my guardian’s shampoo.

And is my work kindred to myself?
Bath soap between stanzas
and the coconut rub I’ve worn
since my knees first appeared
from under my skirt.

Now my wrinkles mirror thought
and will all poems today taste of
childhood encounters with
unearthed rollie pollies and graves dug
for stingless bees?

Should’ve been dust

I should’ve been dust by now—
my heartbeat knows
in dissonance with legacy’s agenda.

Pulse pulled from my throat,
cuts jagged cherry cheeks.
My point, somewhat lost
in searching for religion on the subway.

(I swear an angel slept against my lap;
that old man smelled of narrative.)
My point, somewhat lost
in replicating grandmother’s braids
upon my own ahistoric skin.
(I carry blood of half the continents,
but soon everything empties into nothing.)

I was made as a wall,
built of stone and sticks
of shattered hearts and mended minds—
I crumble some, more each day.

Time so wants me to shift
and follow the names carved in stone,
when all I know is how to stay.

Tracking the rhythm within my chest.
My pulse knows,
I should’ve been dust by now.

Black Sheep

In a corner of a boulevard,
Hidden in plain sight.
He’s constantly on his guard,
‘Cause everyday is a fight.

All alone in this crowded world,
No place he can call his home.
Shivering in the ruthless cold,
He just sits there like a garden gnome.

The crescent moon his only friend,
That just stares at him while he soaks in the rain.
That long winter night somehow he spends,
But so much crisis still remains.

He sees someone passing by,
And dares to call out for help.
But there’s no response to his cry,
He’s ignored just like a whelp.

He doesn’t have no aspiration,
All he can think of is survival.
But somehow he always ends up in frustration,
‘Cause he always finds himself in a trial.

Although treated like a street pup,
He wonders why they call him “black sheep”.
Hoping that he doesn’t ever wake up,
He silently cries himself to sleep.

I write a poetry blog “Poems from heart” (www.poemsfromheartcom.wordpress.com). I am an aspiring poet. I have had a few of my poems published in Cambridge Hall Poetry Journal.

Sometimes an inference nudges the future and this influences individuals toward that reality.

So if a skeptical glance is missed we all benefit.

Odd that the first birds did not need permission to fly.

Allow preferences a comfortable focus.

Free

More Free

I was not there to stop you

I am so glad

  Learning to experience what comes

Interesting, begins the adventure

Without swing
There is no sway

As night falls
    Dawn Brings
       the Day

Grounds pet
    My soles
to Soothe my Way

Challenged
       a front
   I kneel to pray

A faithless wind
     Horizons may

A hopeless kiss
       to plant new
                      seed

A perfect smile
Spreads grout to tile.

A solid stand
        cracks
     eternal still

A Lifted Hand
    Sends Newness

Beginning to Rise

My desires

Someone else
   Suffers alone in the
      Lifted Suns

A song that knows no 
                        Darkness
reminds me
    rewinds me
      of where I've Been

In and away
    sews threads of time

if I fell
     there were stars       
            Beneath

      & trees grow in
          This Soil of all
              things possible
          Where faith teaches
                 on the Fly

Without swing
   there is no Sway

As night falls
     Dawn Brings the Day

Grounds pet
          my Soles
                 to soothe
                       my way

 Star Dusty 
                -----------------------


I,

need to recalibrate,

that from here
forth it's always so.

there is no
water under the bridge

there only flows from my heart.

I backslide on promise
drown in the future
-less I waken yesterday

To feel toward the call

For True yesterday is the now with experience shining

You can call it a miracle,

           to forget,
Your Blessings continue.

Standings walk
the moment
to see
the future is
what you make it
because the heart knows, 

I,

may for me calibrate,

Beyond the past moment

Knowing 

the best of us all
the best of myself
together
in another
joyful reunion,

NOW.

 

          

,

The worms lady

Abdelsalam Ibrahim

It was the dooms day like.

Behind the big lake of Abu elgoud.

The boys who hid between the clothes of their mothers, stood shivering, and each one of them began to shake his head right and left. The shake’s degree varied from one to another. One of them shocked his head once, others shocked many times during closing eyes. Some of them affected by the shaking, so they fell down under foots and began shivering due to strong pain. Their mothers, who accompanied them, kept catching their gowns for fear of paroxysm attack which will finally oppose them to run and throw themselves in the lake to put off the flame burning in their ears. But the paroxysm overwhelming them, is unbearable, so that their mothers began to retain their fainted strength, and each one of them pulled her son off her clothes and pushes him forward. Boys began swinging, and one of them was about to fall down due to the swinging. When they heard one of them’s cry, they stuck to their mothers. Therefore mothers pushed their sons forward, but the boys who moved backwards faced a severe struggle to be constant.

Soraya entered the old house, which the sun penetrates its collapsed walls, to meet the worms’ lady. She was shivering with her son and he was almost to touch her thighs. At the meantime she managed to force him to be constant. But he fell down crying, so she pulled him again and dragged him in front of her.

When she put him in front of the old worms’ lady, he silenced, but still whooping coughs come out of his mouth repeatedly, and avoided looking at her sharp eyes.

The worms’ lady put her hand over his right ear, and began reading the mysterious rhymed exodus incantation, so the boy twisted and his mother stuck to him. He began crying. The worms’ lady raised her voice and held back his shoulders tightly.

The struggle between her and the boy came to a critical point, and resulted in the disembarking of the first worm out of his ear, so he swayed to the left, so that his cries diminished. The worm dropped in the worms’ lady’s hand, and looked at the boy, his mother, and the attendants who kept looking astonishingly. The boy looked at the worms’ lady with a revenging look which couldn’t last long against her mighty look that overcame his pains and swaying.

 The obscure reading which she recited over the ear of the boy, continued until leaks of red worms came out, so he endured the raising pain successfully. Sweat appeared over his skin, so wet his gown, dropped from his head, and mixed with his mucus, which in turn, united with the drops of saliva of his open mouth. His mother removed this mixture with her sleeve, then it began to remix again. The worms’ lady seemed exhausted, and tried to evoke the dense worms in his ears. She called the so many worms that were hidden, so that they came out with great anger.

When she finished incantation, the last worm was in her way out of his ears paths slowly, as if it was imposed to come out. It was pushed to get out from the deep alcoves. The slow exodus went up with the convulsive catching of breath of the worms’ lady. She breathed loudly. She fell down upon her back. She was about to faint.

The boy closed his eyes and slept deeply during the exodus progression of the last worm, which it eventually stopped in her way out, and did not make any progress due to the abrupt stop of exodus incantation. The worm turned round with a narrow circle. Soraya was about to catch the worm, but it was too faster to get back to the empty ear of the boy. He opened his eyes and began to swing and struggle against pain again.