ARIS - POETRY PARADE - 2017

EXPLOSION!

Verse 1

As a child I have never seen a mother running for safety

I have never seen a child crying for help

I have never seen a father escaping so fast

Till I heard the word, ‘EXPLOSION’

Verse 2

Explosion? I couldn’t believe it

8 explosions in 3 years

Why? I ask again why?

2014 – Nungua and Tema

2015 – Dansoman and Kasoa

2016 – Labadi

2017 – Tulip Inn Hotel, Takoradi, Atomic Junction

3 thieves were caught

Foolish enough to think they ought to rob

But it wasn’t a joke it was real

Verse 3

It was the first and only time people yelled at each other

They spat fire in the heat

You popped under the pressure like I hope you wouldn’t

You risk your for me

I expected the spill to bring us close

Verse 4

Sadness, sadness, sorrow everywhere

Dejection and depression

Misery, despondency and melancholy

Out of the big metallic bottle

But we never managed to see each other again

With all that banging in our ears!

Written by: Jasmyn Brown, Mahmoud Bawumia, Alaa Kahoul,

Edited by: Mr Richard Annobil

Verse 5

I was scared out of my wits,

When the PLACE was blown to bits.

I thought the world was coming to an end,

And nothing could be mend.

Verse 6

I was running towards a bar,

Not even having a scar,

But it was still very far.

I saw a burnt banana,

On top of a ripped flag of Ghana.

Verse 7

A sizzled coconut on the floor,

Right beside a flaming door.

That’s it I couldn’t take it anymore,

Thank God, rain began to pour

Verse 8

Rain, rain, come again!

Come and quench this fiery flame

Many lives to be saved

RAIN, RAIN, COME AGAIN!!!!!!!

Written by: Armaan Siddiqi, Yusef Husni, Ashaiz Khan, Jia Chandra

Edited by: Mr Richard Annobil

Verse 9

The suspicious manager of the gas station

Felt petrified about the explosion

Is he guilty for this devastation?

Or is it the voracious politician?

What does he want, a cat or a mat?

Verse 10

Does he care about the flame

Or must he care about his fame

Does he think about the burials?

Or he cares about the memorials?

Verse 11

Does this put him hall of shame?

Or in the hall of fame?

He said, ‘I am not to blame’

But the impact, upon him has been imputed.

Written by: Mohammed Mazjoub, Arivuchelvan Ramesh, Abdul Hafeez Agongo,

Edited by: Mr Richard Annobil

 

Verse 12

A gas station leaked

A kebab stand

This can be fun

To see people run

We will take advantage

Are we cruel?

Oh yes! We might die

But who cares?

Verse 13

The police came

Get ready for the game

Bullets will be flying like fireflies

But this is no fireworks

(Sound of shooting)

Because we are feeling the heat

 Verse 14

We might be roasted

‘This is no hell!’ we boasted.

But we know that we will have a toast

If we succeed.

(Police sirens)

 Now we are nabbed

Was it worth it?

Your guess is as good as ours!

Written by: Suhani, Yara and Sameer  

Edited by: Mr Richard Annobil

 NB: This poem was performed as part of a Poetry Parade Competition on the 21st October, 2017 in Al-Rayan International School (Primary Campus).

SHORT STORIES

Chapter 2

     “Run Gongoron, run ! The Germans are coming.” As I ran from the blood thirsty soldiers, trying not to get shot, all the voices started to fade and slowly my life too. The last words I heard were “Get ahold of my hand!”, fading whilst the minutes ticked.

      I was woken up by the stench of fish, it smelled like I was in a shoal of them. When I looked around, there was a mountain of fish (you know, the type that makes you wanna throw up), there were village kids wearing tattered breeches and some had rags for a shirt. All the sudden everyone started shouting like maniacs, so I quickly got up and went to see what they were shouting about. It was an island shaped like a triangle.

    We docked the ship. Everyone held some kind of trinket given to them by their parents. I heard a grumble and looked at my midriff. It made a hole as deep as the Grand Canyon.  We all were miserable, especially me because I had to deal with kids that were sassy, big shots, and many were uncivilized. The captain of the ship scuttled a small hole in the soft sandy beach, he took some dry grass and some lush grass, he put them in the hole;  he took two stick and two stones to start a fire.

    All of us used banana tree leaves as a bed. Over the night, I thought about what I would do. At the end, I thought that if I got stranded here I might as well make the best of it.  In the morning, we walked all around the island making a map; we got to a beautiful , lush green paradise but inside were grouch and territorial animals all of the parrots and other birds had their hackles up and were squawking.

    Six months later, we had built a quaint village. We hunted animals and raised some too. Simply satisfying I would admit. I began to like the island but I still missed my parents. Every night, I would remember all the fun things we did before the Germans attacked.  The days, and weeks began to fly by; soon it had been five years on the island.

    A recruit was sent on a canoe to the island. He said that the Gorons had won the war but because the Germans demolished Toro Isle, all the Gorons moved to the island and renamed it Goron Isle.  Life returned to normal and peace was restored once again except me; my parents had died in the war as per the rumors I heard. That night, I went to Toro Isle to check them up. 

“Gongoron!!!” I remembered that voice, when I looked behind me there they were - my parents.  They said that they fell off the ship and swam back to Toro Isle. I took them with me on the canoe to Goron Isle and my soul was at peace was restored again. Completely at peace...

Author: Abrahim Toutoungi  - 10 years. (Year 6 - 2013-2014 ,  Al-Rayan International School)

POEMS

KNEWNESS

There is an invisible power in the seed;
Which constantly worketh to feed;
Humans and all who are in need;
Yes! All life forms are interdependent indeed.

With unwavering workings of mischief;
The old Serpent tries to frustrate;
The blessedness of this divine mandate;
Which is intended upon men to shower relief

Consider the mustard seed;
And thou shalt see, I tell no lie;
In silence a tiny space in the soil to occupy;
At last, it unwraps its shells to proceed.

Out of the earth it launches;
With beams of joy tapping nourishment
From the sun to escape tarnishment,
Spreading its leafy arms, its maker it glorifies.

Thou, oh man art a similitude!
Like the seed, the same power thou possesseth;
To break out into freedom and fullness;
A unique creation, wanting nothing.

Tarry thou hither and behold!
I shalt reveal this unto thee;
As the seed, death thou must first see;
And then thy rebirth shalt be complete.

Written by: Mwana Annobil (09/02/13)

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Landmarks of Prophecy

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POEMS

VENOM OF A VIPER

He was fast asleep

She came for a single peep

Of his shape and stature

Under a miserable wooden structure

Nothing could have been bitter 

Than to see a man as helpless as ever

Lying fainted and destitute

By dint of the vicious venom of a prostitute

Help me! Oh,help me! For I'm dying

Now he knows there is a learning

To be imbibed by every man

In this life before his time is done

Dreams, aspirations and great expectation

Have all been swept away by dissipation

Yes, when things go haywire

A man's life is set on fire

Trying to find answers he moves to and fro

To the heavens and into hell's mouth he'll go

To see if a solution could be found

For a wretched, imprisoned soul to be unbound

By: Mwana Annobil  (Dec, 2011)

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