Monday, 14 November 2011

MY FIRST IMPRESSION ABOUT THE GHANA INSTITUTE OF JOURNALISM (GIJ)




It was a joyous moment for me when I received my admission letter from the Ghana Institute of Journalism to pursue a Degree in Communications studies. It was the only tertiary institution I had dreamt of as a teen and now here I am, in GIJ.
Prior to my admission, I have had some funny preconceptions about this institute and now that I am part of the student community I do have some impressions about GIJ.
For an institution like the Ghana Institute of Journalism, I begin to wonder how small the student populace is. But even now, with over six hundred first years, the institute says this has been the highest number of admissions in the history of GIJ.
Following admission was lectures and I must say that the first week of it was disorganized. After copying the time table which was pasted on the notice board, first year students, for that matter Level 100s, have had to move around like a sheepfold without a shepherd, just trying to locate the right lecture rooms assigned us. I never thought lecture rooms could be as small as normal classrooms back at high school until I stepped into GIJ. The lecture rooms are smaller than those in other universities and amazingly could not contain all Level 100s.
After observations, I’ve come to realize that lecturers at the institute are committed, but I am a little worried about the abuse of time allocated to lectures. Students have to wait sometimes for twenty minutes or more before a lecturer comes to class.
Prior to my application for admission, I had also held the notion that GIJ was a big place only to find out that it is not so. The campus is not very large and I think it does save our legs from long treks inside the institute.
“Keteke “ is another club in the institute which I am pleased to have encountered. I like to write and thanks to “Keteke”, I would always have the opportunity to share my write-ups.
Students on campus are friendly and easy-going. It is quite stunning for me, to see a vast number of them make friends even on the first day of lectures. For me, I think I am yet to make one that would be committed.
The library, another facility on campus is one place I cherish and so far I can say that I am comfortable with it, not withstanding its small size.
I love to be in GIJ and irrespective of what takes place here, my main focus is to study as “students equal studies”.

Thursday, 10 November 2011

BETRAYED



    How does it feel like to be betrayed by a friend? I mean ignored by a friend you know mutually. How does it feel when you are betrayed by an online friend? (I mean a friend you made online) how would you feel anyway when you get ignored by a Facebook friend? Shocking, isn’t it?
    I have seen and come across, even looked into an online friend’s face several times and still have conducted myself like I never knew her even to have a chat with her. I met her the first time when I was with one of my cousins, Prince Ankrah. We were both at the roadside and I was with him to board a van back home. Her name was Cecilia. Prince told me she was his mate back at high school. Days later I “added” her on Facebook, after seeing a picture of her on Prince’s page. From then on, much hasn’t happened between us, as friends on Facebook. I remember once sending her a “hi” message while she was online but she never replied. Initially, I thought she was really grown enough- due to the way she looked in her pictures, until I saw her on the side of the road one blessed evening. I was surprised. I thought she was so short. Let’s say she was about four feet or four point five feet tall. I really got surprised. I caught sight of her on the roadside as she passed by me, on the way home. I began to think I was so tall then. Since that time thereon, I think I’ve met her about five more times without bothering to communicate with her.  Some days ago, I was at an internet café and there she was too, I recognized her instantly. Then she also stole a glance at me. Then I began to think that she could recognize me as one of her friends on Facebook. Unfortunately for me, I met her today (this is about the sixth time) in the same internet café. And this time our eyes met again (it wasn’t for any special reason). We recognized each other again and still no communication, despite the fact that we’re friends on the social network site, Facebook.
   Sometimes I wonder why we even continue being friends on Facebook. I wonder why we still keep our friendship on Facebook. It’s like making friends and denying them later on (just like Judas Iscariot denied Jesus Christ in the Holy Bible). That’s how I feel like now. I just want to be a good friend to her. I want to talk friendly to her next time but I don’t want to at the same time (for another reason). I begin to wonder what would happen when I begin to meet more online friends in the real world just like I did meet Cecilia face to face. I’m I going to ignore them too?   And are they going to equally ignore me? I don’t think that should happen (for we are real friends). I don’t think you should ignore your friends either.
   But come to think of it, that Cecilia (she now has a different username on Facebook) wasn’t she the one rather ignoring me? Anyway, it should be over now. I learnt enough from the experience.

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

POWER


Out of a bold man i come with confidence
Placing my orders to be with good sense
For anything i can yell
And to my subjects,terror i can spell
In an eye's twinkle,my wishes can be done
And to every mile i can
I can take hold of dictators
No wonder i do wonders
Do you remember?Jesus used me
So did the Pharisees in Israel
Men of wicked hearts
Thieves,rogues have access to me
I can give myself to even YOU!
But you need to be bold
Just like Dr Kwame Nkrumah
George Bush and Bin Laden Osama

Out of people i come with different voices
With me, be careful of your choices
Because i can invoke trouble!
And spell DOOM!
YES! I can let a hot one drizzle
Even if you have me forever
I can make you suffer
So BEWARE!
Lives have been lost through me
And lives have bee saved
Have you noticed?
I can take you from rags to riches
I am so strong
My strength can cause chaos
And for sure i can get you applause
I can even make you a killer!
But know how to handle me
You soothing saviours
Don't cause disasters
BEWARE!
For my name is POWER!

BE HAPPY

Sometimes when you feel bad
Things may have happened,which made you sad
But then,you have to let go
Cos you're expected to do so
Would you allow yourself to rage?
In the end you'll receive a bitter wage
Why not forget it
And substitute joy with it
Take this to make you happy
"A woman was once busy
In her house she heard an uproar
Curious,she ran with vigour
To see for herself the incident
But in mid-air,she met a flying bucket
"
That was the result of her curiosity
Now try to relieve yourself from this animosity
Cos no one will make you happy
Until you do so wholeheartedly
Be happy at all times
And let me see the smiles

Monday, 31 October 2011

AND I ASKED:"WHY?"

The atmosphere was seized with anxiety
Were the villains calling for anarchy
Or was it a time of welcoming peace
For democracy to take its place
Some said “all is well”
But their actions forced us backwards
And i asked:why?
Why were we deceiving ourselves
When they strived selfishly for themselves
The candidates were in the mood
And they did themselves good
Some of them got secrets covered
Which were never discovered
Never did i understand
Why the state fell form its stand
And i asked:WHY?

THE LAUGH OF DOOM

She laughed widely
She smiled gently
She adored my personality
She talked positively
She made optimistic of her laugh
Luring me with it
Making me think she was on my side
Her laugh opened the door of happiness to me
Judging her by her facial appearance
It ended to be “the laugh of doom”
My wrong perception about her smile so gently
Got me gulped by a wide and deep pit into its bottom
I thought her laugh was ascending me into heaven
But it was leading me to doom
This was really the laugh of doom.

OPPORTUNITY

In one’s lifetime comes a great chance
A period for which one can dance
A chance which may be scarce
It may be desired like dream come true
Times which puff up with purpose
And those which grab them
Explode with unique greatness
All seek to hear and see them
They ascend with fame and glory
They sit on top and all step aside
With wisdom they reign in life
Joy and happiness paints their life
A chance is knocking on your door now
It lies in wait for you
Do you behold it?
Can you sense it?
Think deep!
It’s within your reach
Stretch and grab it!
For it’s a passer-by
It’s an opportunity!
Take it and explode!
For all to step aside.

WHAT NEXT?

Have you ever asked these questions?
Why were you brought into this world?
What must every man do before he leaves this earth?
What have you done so far?
What next?
When will you do them?
Before your death?How sure are you?
Is it the right choice?
Why not do them now?
Do you think you have accomplished God’s plans for your life?
When you and i die,where are we supposed to go?
What will happen to us?
What would happen to us?
Where would we be?
What and how are we going to be like after our death?
There are many questions in this life which haven’t answered yet.
They continue to flow in…

THE LONG WAIT

When i sit,i sit
I sit and sit
Then i think
I think and i think
I think and i think
Then i enter
The door of possibilities
Daydreams and imaginations
Dreaming with my eyes wide open
In a moment of solitude
I enjoy my journey
A trip of thoughts
Mind at work
Words forming up
Pens scribbling
Scribbling and scribbling
Oko!
Then i awake
Termination of supply
Then the long wait
Oh!

SUNDAY MORNING

On a wonderful Sunday morning
I see all this people trooping
With bibles,books and bags
While others busily speed past
Not with one idea of salvation
Rather soaked with worldly situations
On the other hand
You’ll find another band
Men and women,teens
All moving with ease
They pretend to be going
But unknowingly,they are coming
They’re called:”church goers”
They think they are information knowers
They go to hear everything
But come back with their heads empty
They seem to enjoy the life
In the end,they’re close to the low life
They come with enthusiasm
But return with fanatism
They will never get to know
Until they endeavour to sow
Their time,passion and energy
For God’s word,which they must study
All this while,they think they are Christians
In reality,they are just aliens