Letter To K.B. - My Tribute!!!

Dear Ghetto KB,

Death-

Our lives made pure

In another realm

GHETTO K B

I first heard your music on a radio station. Your song especially that particular one was unique and no wonder it was repeated couple of times before the show ended.

I then asked myself who was this artist that did this tune, the reason being that, this particular tune spoke a lot of sense and personally motivated me that very afternoon. I then went online to ask the host of that show and there a connection was made. I went ahead to download the tune and for the next few days, it was my joint to the envy of my siblings. It was on repeat all day.

I remember tweeting at you to salute you and your response was even more encouraging. In a short while, I had learnt the lyrics of this song. 

I later found out that you had done other good tunes that were enjoying airplay all over the airwaves but to me this particular tune was my gig to cherish

For a tune that will have lines like;

"The truest form of love is how you behave towards them not how you feel about them"

"Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe and the rest of the world is missing out".

"So never give up, never give in and never stop trying. Don't ever sell out and if you find yourself succumbing to any of the above for a brief moment, pick yourself up brush, yourself off, whisper a prayer and start where you left off but never ever give up".

It obviously gave me the conclusion that, its the best rap song I had heard all year even though the year is still young.

Maybe I should have written this letter to you earlier for you to know one of your songs made a strong impact on me at a point where my life was in a downfall and being faced with a lot of decisions to make. It's also very sad that with all the talent your maker grated you, you didn't use it alone but shared it by contributing to a lot of people's music careers.

As young as you lived, I am sure your life was well spent because you always wanted to do this and make a mark. To me, this mark is made.

As we all can't question life, I have the strongest of beliefs that you will be resting in perfect peace. Shuttered myself and a couple of friends I had a chat with about you were of the view you should have stayed alive a few more years but the creator knows best.

I wish I could have met you before you left but it was never meant to be. Maybe just maybe, we might meet somewhere if it should happen. Enough tears we can't shed but I will personally be consoled by your LETTER TO RAP song.

Bless the tides that be. Demirifa Due

REST IN PEACE - GHETTO K B

Sadly yours,
BraQwophi

Thanks David Nikoi for the short piece on Death. Very much appreciate the gesture.




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Where the Cemetery Serves Other Purposes.

It was touted the most expected game to provide all the fireworks that a Classico of the two gaints in Ghanaian football will give.

Wreath

On Sunday, 5th May, I decided to attend my 1st ever Hearts -Kotoko game as the May 9 incidence always scared me of going to such games between the two giant clubs in Ghana.

Grateful to Kofi Abanga of Accra Hearts of Oak, I was given a free ticket to attend the game. Well no doubt I am a full fan of the Oak Tree club and we are referred to as Phobia- Masters!!?
Great game by all standards with all the flashes of brilliance that such a game should provide. At the end the game ended with the two teams sharing the honors. It ended in a 1 all drawn game.

Ok I won't bore you with all the football talk because that does not really type in into my reason for the blog post.

Now the game ends and we all have to find our ways back home by whatever means. In trying to get a cab from the Parliament house side of the road to Kwame Nkrumah circle, I decided to pass through the Osu cemetary to pay a short visit and to pay some respect to my two late cousins buried there a few years back.

At the entrance I noticed a whole of things that made me to wonder whether I was entering a cemetary where some years back I believe is a place that, you had to have the strong heart to visit.

First thing I noticed was that the little space on the entrance had been used as parking space for the spectators with cars for which self appointed attendants were taking cash for helping car owners get a space to pack their cars. If I am not mistaking I counted about forty to sixty cars that were both being directed to leave the yard and those yet to be occupied by the owners.

Thinking that was absurd a behavior showed towards the dead, I was yet to face the shocker for which a guy I asked whether this happened often, the response was, "this is even small massa, if you go inside small, you go see what dey happen for here".

Out curiosity I decided to go a little further to have a look for myself what could have been going on there. Immediately, the thing that drew my attention were a group of guys with grown faces and facial hairs, sharing something. I then decided to pretend to be on the phone talking to somebody just not to raise any attention of spying to myself. In no time, smoke in the air, one of the guys had lit his and a few others were rolling theirs. I guess at this point you should get the kind of smoke in the air I am trying to refer to. Hmm you want me to tell you what is was? Come on folks you what I mean now? Lol!! They were really on cloud nine I guess as they sat on the various tombstones, sharing jokes, giggling and really fraternizing.

Tombstone

I then ignored them walking further into the cemetery trying to locate my cousins' tombstone to go do what I had come there to do. In negotiating a turn, behind a tree, was a sight that hmm, I wish I could take out but for the purpose of this post I feel like pitching it in no matter what.
I am sure you are like what aaa did this guy see that man no see before. Of course what aa did I see that man hasn't seen before, this 'couple' for which I initially saw the lady alone, realized that they were actually two. Simple they were making out seriously that, I am sure any passerby's presence wouldn't matter to them. My issue is not with them making out but seriously, like seriously, in the cemetery? How much horny were both of them that they couldn't keep it small till they reached home or even get some cool brothel around.
Or you say Nana Oye Lithur's order to close down all brothels was a case for them to have a qucikee there in the cemetery?

Have we lost respect for the dead that soon as a people where our traditions for which we were born into and that we are to inherit and rather make it richer, we close an eye to it and to have put up such practices there?

I am sure there are so many vices that go on there for which really must be looked at. I ask myself so many questions one of which was 'Do we have people who manage such places or even keepers'? These and many more for which I guess, I will get those answers very soon hopefully.

I guess I will leave it here and hope to finish this up sometime soon when some answers or even more of such vices that I believe is in disrespect to the dead and traditions for which our society and identity are built on appears.