Biography of Ezekiel Johnson
Ezekiel Adokwei Johnson is born in Mamprobi, a suburb of Accra - the capital city of Ghana. He is the author of 50 for 50, an anthology of poems published in commemoration of Ghana's fiftieth anniversary of indipendence. Being a great friend of the performing arts – poetry in particular – from his early years, he has written and performed in many places between Ghana, U.K, and Ireland.
He was captured into this web of poetry under the supervision of great teachers like Mr Odaate Holmes, Mrs Alberta Quarshie and their colleagues. The genius in him started showing forth from those early years when he would represent his school in various poetry competitions.
At a certain point, he was so much in denial of his creative artistry that he refused to be identified as the author of some of his works. He wrote dozens of poems and some stories and read it to friends and colleauges without any reference to the author. It was during this perid of anonimity that people began ascribing some of his work to some all-time great writers like William Wordsworth, W.B Yeats, and William Shakespeare among others.
His interest in the field coupled with the re-assurance that his works were worth reading and enjoyable, has been a source of inspiration that gears him on even through the most difficult of times. His aspiration for recognition in the field of literature, by virtue of his creative writing abilities as well as his performance skills, has gone through various tests. His dream of becoming an author became more like a mirage until he published his first book entitled '50 for 50'. After publishing his first book he said 'This book is the shadow of good things to come'. He is still on the mission of unfolding those 'good things' is still in progress.
He read at the Love Poetry Hate Racism (an international weekend event that celebrates diversity, promotes unity, justice, and love) gigs in Belfast and Londonderry.
He is currently working on a second collection.
Ezekiel Johnson's Works:
50 for 50
Ezekiel Johnson Poems
All To War
I lost my mother I lost my father
I know a gentleman you know whose eyes are on you I know you know that I know The things he says about you
She's Annabel Lee
Why Poe Why so low Your heart and soul went so down and low
What Is Love?
i always ask my soul but it goes silent
Finding love is not easy Like kissing a woman
I can’t wait to see you die You! Yes you who made my love die While you walked in the shadows With my lover and caused me woes
All For Me?
Why that cross? Oh Lord, why?
When we think of the cost Which was paid for the cross On which our Saviour loosely hung And blood oozing from his lung
If something was ever so precious It will be nothing but your blood If someone was ever so gracious It will be you for the gift of your blood
Question Of Life
(Dedicated to my soul) I keep on asking everyone I find
When we think of the cost
Which was paid for the cross
On which our Saviour loosely hung
And blood oozing from his lung
We cannot in any way compare
The gift of the God who would spare
The wrath of the stiff – necked sinner
And pay with the blood of his Messiah