The Chronicle of a repented soul - 1

I foresee my death in the next second.. This foresight has shattered all my future aspirations; yet bring me to realize the day of “reckoning” as the Holy Quran describes it…. The day Allah will judge every human by their deeds and with which their faith will be determine.
It should have been a good thing to know I am dyeing and smiling, because heaven as it is described by men who are clued-up “is a land of eternal peace, riches, health and all that is desired by the soul”. Yet fear immerses my soul, for I have searched within to find a scintilla of righteousness… But few I have found of which is not worth a single room made by earth.
So in this last moments of my life I have come to realized all the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years have wasted on wordily possessions that are egger to say goodbye and cling to the next person who is as imprudent as I was.
Who among you my worldly friends and family can save me from the anguish of the grave… Remember! It was with you I share all my time and fortunes.
And the Hell fire! Who among you sympathizing can save me from its burns?
I should have known this (world) is no destination but a journey.. Before death takes the remaining breath, I share this knowledge that only few people have, with hope that the good with it will follow me to the next world…

GHANA IS A RAPE VICTIM!

I look at my nation through a pair of eyes,

That see past all the hidden lies.

Of all the people who roam the earth,
Who truly have no real self worth.

The things I see tear me apart.
They twist and stab my tortured heart.

The cruel reality leaves me amazed,
And I am left to stare in a helpless daze.

Brother, Mother Ghana has been raped!!
I’m filled with anger and overwhelmed by hate,
Dwelling on the pain of Ghana’s corrupted state.

Baffled by the unkindness that now surrounds her life,
Yearning for the courage to pierce the knife.

Brother, Mother Ghana has been raped!!

Right through her heart and into her soul,
Her heart can't survive with a deep black hole.

Brother, Mother Ghana has been raped!!

The hole in her heart it has no end,
No person, nor thing possess the power to mend.

I look at my nation through a pair of eyes,
Lost and in pain as no surprise.

Brother, Mother Ghana is being raped…..
By you………by me…….