A Journey of Humble Grace: Honoring Friar Moses K. Arthur
By: Don Pax and the brothers In the footsteps of the Saint of Assisi, You guide us, one gentle step at a time. Your patience is like morning dew, On the flowers of our growing faith. A Father, Brother, and Friend, Your humble hands have shown us how To find God’s grace in simple things: […]
The Mirror of Brotherhood
By: Don Pax I stand before the mirror, my reflection unclear, “Brother,” I whispered, but the word tasted of fear. Can I truly claim this title, so easily said? When behind closed doors, my love lies dead. My sister’s tears, I’ve caused them to fall, Yet I smile and hug her in the crowded hall. […]
The Sage of Folly
By: Don Pax He struts and preens, a peacock’s pride, His tongue was a weapon, sharp and snide. “I’ve seen it all,” he boldly claims, While wisdom quietly disclaims. Each careless word, a pebble tossed, Creates a ripple, something lost. The cosmos listens, ever near, To every whisper, laugh, and jeer. Oh fool who thinks […]
Kantamanto Hustle
By: Don Pax In Accra’s heart, where Kantamanto buzzes, A young man weaves through crowded streets, Dreams as vibrant as kente cloth, Hopes as tall as the Jamestown lighthouse. Each day, a marathon through market stalls, Dodging cars, hawkers, and hard luck, His legs may tire, but his spirit? Untamed. Like a turtle in Labadi’s […]
The Way I Love You
By: Naa Doodua Doodu The way I love you surpasses all understanding, From the very day we met, my heart was yours. You’ve become my Achilles heel, my gentle weakness, No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop loving you. Sitting by the beach, feeling the cool breeze with you, Has been my greatest […]
A king has fallen
By: Naa Doodua Doodu Death has laid its icy hands on him, And his family grieves in sorrow deep. What are we to do in this time of despair, Who shall we run to, where can we seek relief? Children left behind, though grown, still yearn For the love of their father, now gone away. […]
Stigmata of the Forgotten
By: Don Pax In alleyways and shadows, they reside, Bearing wounds unseen by passersby. Their crosses heavy, their burdens deep, A world that turns away, refusing to see. Nail-pierced hands reach out in vain, For mercy, for comfort, to ease the pain. Thorn-crowned heads bow low in shame, Excluded from life’s grand, gilded game. But […]
Addiction: The Darkest Fall
By: Naa Doodua Doodu Addiction—the worst thing that can befall, Bets and drugs led me down the devil’s call. I lost myself, my world in pieces, Everything I had slipped further away. I tried to break free but couldn’t find the light, The weight of it all turned day into night. Suicide whispered as a […]
Trust in the Unseen
By: Don Pax In metal tubes, we soar through skies, Trusting hands we’ve never met. On waves, we sail, ‘neath starry eyes, With captains, we cannot vet. On crowded streets, in buses packed, We place our lives in stranger’s care. Our faith in systems stays intact, Though faces change, we’re unaware. So why, then, doubt […]
Time for Everything
By: Naa Doodua Doodu There is a time for everything under the Heavens— A time to be born, and a time to cry, A time to weep, and a time to smile. But why does my time feel so different? It seems forever marked by tears. In solitude, my mind begins to wander, I let […]