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BLEEDING INK…

Lost Life. Lost Friends. Lost Love.


















When emotions cut so deep, every word you write is



BLEEDING INK...

Lost life. Lost friends. Lost love.



An anthology of original poems, love letters, dirges, songs, creative writings, true life stories and social commentaries.

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Authentic quotes written to motivate and inspire a challenge in you.







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E. M. BLESS’ON III

2017

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Foreword by Kwadwo ‘DJ Black’ Ampofo

Broadcast Journalist (MA, BA, Dip.)























Copyright © 2017 E. M. Bless’On III. All rights reserved.

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Links or web addresses contained in this book may change or become invalid due to the dynamic nature of information and technology.

This book is based on true life stories, heard, seen and or lived, though not only by the author. It has been written over a 20 year period, published ‘as is’ [with minor edits] and may not be a true representation of the current views of the author and contributors. All effort has been made to credit (co)writers, authors and inspirations for the stories. Names, characters, events, location and chronology may have been changed or omitted to protect identities. Any apparent resemblance to fictitious or real people living, dead or unborn is either a creative outcome, a coincidence, unintentional or simply an imagination of your super brain, for which the author or publisher disclaims any responsibility for them.

The information, opinions and suggestions within this book are for creative purposes only. They are not intended to constitute legal or other professional advice, and should not be relied upon or treated as a substitute for specific advice relevant to particular circumstances. No mention of any organisation, company or individual, in this book to which the author, publisher or book is linked, shall imply any approval, endorsement or warranty as to the standing and capability of any such organisations, companies or individuals, or guarantee its accuracy, timeliness or fitness for a particular purpose.

The author and publisher shall accept no responsibility for any errors, omissions or misleading statements in this book and or on other associated sites, or for any loss which may arise from reliance on materials contained herein. 

I am just a life student. Now, please enjoy the book!

Table of Contents


DEDICATION v

APPRECIATION vi

FOREWORD vii

PREFACE ix

ENDORSEMENTS xi

INTRODUCTION xii

CHAPTER 1 - PALE HORSE 1

CONVERSATION WITH THE PALE HORSE 1

WHY DO THE GOOD DIE YOUNG? 2

SOUND SLEEP 4

LETTER TO SKELO (03/2004) 4

LETTER TO SKELO (03/2005) 5

LETTER TO SKELO (03/2006) 5

LETTER TO SKELO (03/2007) 6

LETTER TO SKELO (03/2008) 6

LETTER TO SKELO (03/2009) 7

PARENTÉ 11

WHAT'S YOUR NAME? 11

CHAPTER 2 - BLACK ROSE 14

THE BEST I EVER NEVER HAD (YET)! 14

KISS 15


LIFE WITHOUT YOU 15

FALLEN STAR 16

TATTOOS 16

WHEN ANGELS STOP FLAPPING THEIR WINGS 17

THE SENTENCE 18

HURRICANE LOVE 18

CHAPTER 3 - FRIends 20

FRIENDS INDEED 20

BEST FRIEND AWARD 2012 20

A BRIGHT STAR 21

AU NOM DE LA MIENNE 21

LOST IN SILENCE 22

01/01/2016 22

HAD I KNOWN... 23

PURPLE HEART 23

I MISSED YOU 24

FLOWER FROM THE EAST 24

KEEP LOVE’S FLAMES BLAZING 25

BUDDY 25

CHAPTER 4 – BEARS ONLY CRY IN THE RAIN 27

HERE IS TO THE WOMEN WHO HURT! 27

PETITE GLOIRE 28

SHEROES 29

IM MIGRANT 30

ROSES 32

BORN AGAIN 33

THY SLAVE 33

CHAPTER 5 – DREAMS 35

POEMS, POEMS, POEMS 35

HUNGRY FAIRY TALE 35

THEY TRIED TO KILL ME 36

KISSED BY ANGEL 36

SILKY WAY FANTASY 37

NOSTALGIE 39

DESCRIBE ME (1) 39

MY MOTHER’S HAPPINESS (2) 39

TOMMY THE ANGRY BEAR (3) 39

BONUS POEM (10) 
40

THE MOTHERLAND 42

ROOTS 42

CHAPTER 6 – FamILY 44

MY MOTHER: "EGG" 44

I'D BE HOME SOON PAPA 44

LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD 45

LETTER TO MY FAMILY 46

ANGEL’S GAZE 46

LETTER TO MY SECOND LOVE 47

BEST FRIEND AWARD 2013 48

MARVELLOUS 49

LETTER TO MY TEENAGE 50

CHAPTER 7 - H. O. P. E. 53

OPEN LETTER TO GOD (1) 53

HE’S FAITHFUL 54

DIVINE BEAUTY (1) 54

DIVINE BEAUTY (2) 55

DIVINE BEAUTY (3) 56

MY DEAR FEBRUARY 56

HAPPY 57

MY LIFE 58

GRATITUDE LIST 0914 58

POETRY 59

LET OUR VIEWS EXIST 59

OPEN LETTER TO GOD (4) 59

CHAPTER 8 – SOCIAL COMMENTARY 62

WELCOME TO SOCIAL MEDIA 62

THE LAST RESPECT 63

BLEEDING INK 64

AFTERWORD - EVERLASTING INK… 66




DEDICATION

My eternal gratitude is and always has been to God Jehovah, without whom I wouldn’t be here yesterday, today nor tomorrow! Thank you!

This book is dedicated to my everlasting comrade, Bennett Owusu Nyame aka Skelo (23/03/2003).

However, during the course of writing this book, I lost another dear friend, a spiritual guardian, Peter Tsitinakus (30/09/2016).

This one for you two! I miss you bro! ^-^ May Jehovah God keep you in his memory until I see you again...

‘‘  With that I heard a loud voice from the throne say: “Look! The tent of God is with mankind, and he will reside with them, and they will be his people. And God himself will be with them.  And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, AND DEATH WILL BE NO MORE, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.” – Revelation 21:3, 4 (NWT)




APPRECIATION

I fervently hope this book is to the glory of Jehovah God for His undeserved kindness, keeping me alive and His wondrous gift of speech/writing so I am able to share my and others’ stories.

There are so many people to thank, since without them I would have no inspiration nor story to write. I cannot name all but you do know yourselves. However, there remain a few I can’t help but mention for their length of service and loyalty. They put the comas, periods and accents in my stories, as well as their support in crossing the T’s and dotting the I’s in my life.

First, to the most loyal, inspiring and beautiful woman in the world, my number one fan Mama Vic Nora for always believing in me, as well as giving me many reasons to pursue spiritual goals before my dreams; and to my famILY, Dr. Bless Akotia for my education and inspiration from his love of books and travelling which inspired me to explore the world; Jeph, Biga, Jordan, Sowah, Zoe, George, Patri, Stephen aka Lil’ Speedy, Ebere, Javan, Amara, Elegance, Alfred, DJ Black, Nortse, Kwesi Saguar, the Morgan’s and the Kelleher’s for your loyal love and filling up the void. I can’t forget other friends and frienemies, lovers and heartbreakers, fans and disparagers, the known and unknown around the world whose stories and experiences flows through my ink in a positive and/or negative way.

Last but not the least, the Owusu Nyame family, especially Maa Vida for her strength, never-forgotten kind words and demeanour after the accident.

I appreciate you all. Thank you for the experiences!

FOREWORD

Bless’On and I first met through our work in showbiz. Years later, upon his return from the U.K., we attended the same university, where we also met Nortse (who became our mutual friend and business partner). Residing in the same hall, our years on the campus of the university of Ghana, Legon was full of life and boisterous. Here, we really cemented our friendship and embarked on building our businesses and brands. Nortse and I hold our friend, Bless’On very dear to our hearts. Not only has he always inspired me to keep pushing and to go all out in whatever I do, he has also been there to support my dreams. Ever loyal, he even returned from the USA to help manage my portfolio. His attitude toward work is exemplary. His dedication and attention to detail surpasses everything. 


When Bless’On or Spain Boy asked me to write the foreword to this amazing collection of poems, I was humbled and surprised because I know how important this book is to him. Losing a bosom friend knowing there won't be another conversation can only be eulogised the way he has done in this book. His ability to weave words to express different dimensions of his emotions will keep you turning the pages. I can barely remember the aftermath of the accident. However, in my opinion, it seemed to have opened up a new door to his way of expression. 'Espanya' (as I affectionately call him) was well known for his personality and bravado, which didn’t go without some negativity. And being in the public eye due to his work, I wondered how he would bounce back after the accident. The months and years that followed, he appeared to have overcome it.


We hardly spoke of the accident, but not much seems to have changed except his slow withdrawal from the public eye. I didn't make much of that as expected of maturity, though I realized his priorities changed over that period.

14 years on, reading his poems (some for the first time while others were previously published) I can only but now imagine the silent pain now put into words: he was bleeding ink...


However, I have also come to appreciate even more his fighting spirit and learn a lot about this healing process. Over the last 20+ years, I have witnessed his metamorphosis from an ambitious young man, as a friend and business partner, then going through that tragedy and dealing with the aftermath with a brave spirit, into a deep spiritually inclined person that he's today. More so, sharing his story should remind us that our past, be it tragedy or disappointment, should not determine our future. Most importantly though, that each one of us has a part to play in supporting our friends, family and loved ones in times of need. He lost a close friend and colleague but channelled the pain into this wonderful collection of poems. He touches on emotions that we all feel and are afraid to let others know about: the loss of life, friends and love. However, the stories are not all about him. As a creative writer, he tells stories both personal and impersonal, in a manner that makes you think he was right there with you, holding your hand through the pain and navigating you through overcoming it. This is a must read (read it aloud) and I entreat you to dig deeper. This anthology contains fun and celebratory poems, creative stories and song lyrics packed with rhymes, punch lines, metaphors, similes, idioms, proverbs, puns, zeugmas, hyperboles and oxymorons... You name it, you will find it all mystifying. 


It's true what they say, life's indeed a journey and not a destination. From the early days when I saw Spain Boy on stage emceeing a show to seeing him go worldwide and making his dreams come true whilst staying loyal to his roots and true to his friends, needs commendation. With his experience in public speaking, he has established himself successfully as an award winning presenter, writer, poet, social commentator and seasoned speaker.


I am proud of him as a friend and his growth, leaving behind what would have been a sure famous life and materially successful career to focus on what he believes in. I'm sure he still has some more learning to do, but I applaud him for this brave step in baring all his emotions for all to read, in order to contribute his share in helping others heal their world. 


In summary, the values instilled in us as kids - these values groomed in us in our forming stages at home and in school go a long way to mould us into the men and women that we are today. Our mistakes, our actions, our successes, our shortfalls... all do not and should not define us. It is the value we place on our actions and decisions that define us. A memory well embedded in time.... throughout history... paying homage to a friend long gone but never forgotten. Well done, Espanya!!!


- DJ Black.




PREFACE

‘‘The eyes that cry see clearly. The only gain from pain is to create to recreate a life that honours our lost ones. May their dreams live through our eyes.’’ - @Writing_Reflex



Have you ever had a direct encounter with death? Have you ever had conversation with death? Can you even picture that? What would be your first words? I survived (or so I thought)! Hunted by the image of my dear friend gasping for his last breath whilst lying helpless in my hands, I have been on a journey to recreate that image into a happy one – at least until the realisation of God's promise to resurrect our dead love(d) ones. I have since lived for the day where embrace and laughter would bond us forever but only through my imagination – at least for now.

The only way I have been able to express my pain is through my poetry. Yet, for this experience of losing my closest friend and almost losing my own life, at a time in life where the fruit of our labour was reaching its full fruition, has never been easy to relate. I never skipped the class of life, so why this lesson? We sow no evil, so why reap one? Where are my friends now? Or so I thought they were. Experience is the best teacher, so they say. However, it is a mean one indeed. Before this experience, I had never been afraid. After that, I am still not afraid but with it came a fear: the fear of being afraid (of something or someone) that may stop me from living my ninth life, fully. Even as I face my fear in my mind, every letter of every word of every sentence I write is still bleeding ink... 

But It is not all doom and gloom.

There is a happy ending for the H.O.P.E. that I have. Along the way, I have regained my true self. I have learnt to slow down and take my time to smell the roses - appreciate the gift of life in a more fulfilling way. I have learnt to build bridges rather than walls. I have learnt to cry and wipe away tears. I have learnt the difference between friends and friends, friends in deed and friends in need, friends indeed who are friends in need and friends in need who aren’t friends indeed. I have learnt to L.O.V.E. and to forgive and forget. I have realised the distinction between love and loyal love, between belief and trust, and threaded the thin line between life and death.

Then I chose life. For life, she - she was so beautiful, I cheated on death. I want to live forever young.

This is a compilation of poems and true life stories written over the last 20 years. Most of these writings I have never shared. I wrote letters I never posted. I expressed views I was too scared to share. I thought of what one would think of me. I had an image that needed protection, for we find solace in the fictional characters we create. Since death can take away the real characters in our lives, we become over-protective of our creations, not out of fear of the known but of the unknown. So I wrote anonymous stories, poems, songs and social commentaries and sometimes using other pen-names. However, in October 2013, I was watching the war report on Syria and I was moved by the fighting spirit and plight of Syrian women and children. Their loss resonated with and within me, so that night I wrote the socio-poem ‘‘Here Is To The Women Who Hurt’’ (this poem was later used during World Literacy Day in the Cardiff Story Museum and Wales Millennium Centre). The subsequent rise in hate crime due to the migrant crisis, inspired me to write, present and perform poems and social commentaries on the subject of immigration, diversity and Cultural Intelligence.

Nonetheless, writing and speaking weren’t enough. I wanted to do more, as I realised that those who had never suffered loss did not understand nor could feel the predicaments of those who have.

As a child, I saw firsthand the effect of the war in Liberia and the indelible stain it left on my mind and in the lives of refugees on the streets of La Côte d'Ivoire and Ghana. I experienced the sudden loss of friends, as my family moved from city to city and country to country. I am a child of a migrant and I still consider myself one. So how could I not feel their pain? Recollecting those experiences, I wanted to do more to help. The Syrian refugee crisis was a wakeup call to really do something. So I visited refugee centres, hostels and attended events (also as part of my work on Equality, Diversity and Inclusion) to see what I could do. I have a strong belief wo(men) cannot solve this world’s problems, because in fact we create and compound woes for our fellow wo(men). Nonetheless, if it is in one’s means to help and one doesn’t, then we do not befit the label: human. So when I had the opportunity to travel to a refugee camp just outside of Budapest, Hungary, with a Christian outreach group, I did not think twice. For me, freedom begins with spiritual awakening (that’s a different conversation I write about in the next book).

Later though, I facilitated creative writing workshops with refugees and asylum seekers at the Welsh Refugee Council supported by The Prince’s Trust. Personally, having used creative writing to overcome grief, I felt well positioned emotionally to support others to do the same. Using poetry to speak about their pain, loss and grief and to share their experiences and stories of survival and happiness with others, so they too can learn to heal. Little did I realise that their horrid stories will empower me on this very journey. It was like a mirror – a dirtier mirror than that of my image. I took two steps back to reflect: I survived, I overcame, but I never shared the lessons nor blessings.


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