KOJO IN PAINS

KOJO IN PAINS

A Street where memory of pain won’t fade out

Homes of broken heart

Of a rag tag world

Fence with barbaric civilization

Halloween under the hot ball

As hands beg for tomorrow

Hunger the head laid

Ignorance feeds on brains

Policy crashes life

While misery clone everyday

Life live with nothing and soreness

Pathetic poems are being recited

As days count itself

And reality speak more of why

Crisis plagues and never fakes existence

Hope is rocket to no exist Being

Clergy deep hands in paupers’ pocket

And uses religion to build of deception

Schools is in shanty outlook

Poverty in continuation

Everyday words inscribes pains

Heart carries bundles of bitterness

Faces tell the stories

The future is seeing today

…Kojo in pains.

What all these words talks about is how this colony live life. The memory of not simply forgetting what happened as it reflects in the sudden shock with experiences the poor has when the government collapsed their shanty and already crack walls with disguise policy of development while still pounding another version of pain.

The profit government have announce they are for development but the balance isn’t there; the demolishing without replacing. The emphasis laid that ghetto community needs better life is not from mass orientation, it is from a business orientation. Yes, “some” might say the ghetto community is experiencing a new lift of life. The question to ask is what kind of new lift? To think or believe any profit government to improve or possibly embark on a mass orientative policy, is like saying a cock can grow teeth. They don’t embark project because of the mass. The business official government step foot project because of their commercial interest.

 

If really is for improvement of life of those mass in the ghetto, why is it Kojo is still in pains? The pains of Kojo reflect in these pictures. The pictures speak more of hoe homes of these poor class were uproot, some cut to toilet size without compensation, living this same oppressed class to scavenge to rebuild their shanty homes again, because the government doesn’t convey any words of; we die or live isn’t their business. The only words that walk through their minds are do what I want says the bidder if life.

Kojo in pains also get to do with the everyday experiences of the poor class and their community whose life has been shatter with misery clouding their existence. The experience in this part of ghetto community is an experience that lives as gum to the flesh. Crisis is one major and the utmost killer-blow in this poor working class community. Is a community which confirmed again that life shouldn’t be living like this? Instead, life should grow away from this because life deserve better to this.

As the screen shows this life in Kojo is never walking in the path of better tomorrow under the big boot of profit rule. For long she live under the threaten hands of PPP BIG BOSS with their international cohort in business that feeds on the poor blood.

Off and on the screen Kojo is a colony where reality in crisis hang life to the brunt of still picking the pieces life broken by the sledge hammer if those pioneers that carved life in ghetto to hold water in basket.