Kweku Atta Crayon

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Kweku Atta Crayon Biography

A bite of me Welcome to the life of a man born in the very early hours of 17th October,1990. My age has never been a barrier against my aspirations to be the change Africa and Africans seek. My birth in a village called Prestea in the western region of Ghana brought so much joy to a couple called Mr. and Mrs. Oppong. I was born with an attached sister, which by nature automatically became my twin sister. She is doing fine.(if you just asked how she faring) . I wish I could describe the pains she went through at birth and the struggles of rearing such a stubborn twins, anyway I will do my best to serve you a taste of her pains as narrated by the lips of Mrs. Paulina Oppong: Tears of her womb Sweat bathed her She screamed in pains In the afternoon, she saw a dark world We were kicking to see Mrs. world She sent her left leg far from the right the only commandment she obeyed was 'Puuushhh' Her heart seemed to have traveled out of the body Baaam, there, our big heads see earth Her pains went into shyness as joy took the floor She is a mother, that was a blessing but come we make it a burden Her laps; Our seat and lavatory dinning table and play ground Her breast, our meal and teddy bear Her smile, our mirror in which we see the better us Her stomach, our blanket We grew, we disobeyed and left She grew too, stay calmed and searched We sinned, went wayward She forgave, called us great She is ill and weak yet she prays, God save them This is her, this is my mom This Mrs. Paulina Oppong aka Yaa Akyaa. You want to add her, browse www.bestmumintheworld.com Oh poor me, I forgot about the agenda we have here-I was telling you about my self, but you can't blame me that much because half of my thoughts have been on my mum. If you have read up to this line then it's really spells your interest to know this boy who had his basic education in three different schools namely 1. Providence International School (Lagos, Nigeria) 2. St. Anglican Primary School (Bogoso, Ghana) 3. Naraguta Grammar School. (Tarkwa, Ghana) I graduated my basic school in Naraguta in April,2006 where I topped my batch with seven 1's in ten subjects, it was not because I was the school prefect but I guess it was because I just had the zeal to excel. Another chapter in my life opened in Ghana Secondary technical School, (GSTS) . I personally describe my studentship duration on tescoland (the campus of GSTS) as the period of 'Great metamorphosis'. A lot more than a book took place in my life around the oval shape of GSTS. I rest my experience in a book underway 'TESCANISM - Life around the Oval' by Oppong Clifford Benjamin. After three years of the hells and heavens of GSTS, I completed high school a changed person (to know whether a positive or negative change lays in the breast of the book) . A year after school was a boring one at home, the only activities that stole the greater parts of my 24 hours were video games, internet surfing and reading. Out of these three actions only one made me who I am now, I guess it is obvious, you are thinking it's reading, wrong you. You again failed to ask me what I was reading about, anyway you are not too wrong, reading of articles and poems online brought my spirit closer to the literal arts despite my study of science. However, my concern in poetry, writing and Africanism didn't have any influence in the choice of my tertiary education program. I am now a civil engineering student in the Btech school of Engineering in Kumasi Polytechnic, Ghana. As it stands, I do more of writing and poetry than any other thing, not even civil engineering swallows my attention more than poetry and Pan- Africanism. Again welcome to a life of a Builder of the African Dream.)

The Best Poem Of Kweku Atta Crayon

My Abandoned Village

Trees looked pale along lonely roads
Goats and sheep walked in solitude

The wind fed my mouth with dust
I chewed as I smiled

The silence on the road
grew as I walked past the graveyard
horripilations bathed me, am scared

Two hundred metres on foot
The only friends that greeted were goats and sheep

I knew I was home when I saw the two lotto kiosks
When the children walked in only pants
and the kids played raimentlessly

I visited Yaw Boadi's house
Response; he has gone to Kumasi for job
I visited Yaa's house
Response, she now stays in Accra
The youngest adult was Papa Kumi,34 years

The Football field was lost in forest
River Mansin had dried out of loneliness
The scorching sun had bleached the palace

Sitted under the enormous mango tree
Centurions, nonagenarians, octogenarians, ......
rehearse their death

My village, why lose the youth
why you so
deserted
empty and rejected.

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