RONY BROWN'S SERIALS

THE CHARLOTTE OSEI SYNDROME Anything politics sounds like noise in my ears. I don't know about politics in other countries, but politics in Ghana sounds like those mornings when I put that one song on repeat. In a loop, Ghanaian politicians play one song over and over again. And yes, their tunes does get old. Besides, dancing to that same song every time can really get to a girls last nerve. So this rant will not be about politics it will be about something close, feminism.  Does a maniacal laugh and goes back on track. Actually it is about one-ism . It is a word I want to believe I just coined but after running a quick google search I find that I am mistaken. So what is one-ism in Rony's world? Rony's theory of one-ism states that yes indeed we are different but we are one. So why am I being rant-y this evening?   I answer this question in a typical Ghanaian fashion; that is with another question, or more questions in my case.  HINT: You are

I AM HERE On her dying bed she lay Doctors frantic to save her last breath I observe at the back A clumsy student nurse My mind wonder at length Something poetic and tragic stir in me Death does that to the best of us. Her teeth grew just to fall out My last pair is still growing When mine is in pain, I medicate them When they get crooked, I brace them And all for what? Why do I grow them to loose them? Why should the sun rise only to set? That night when I went to bed I contemplated my sorry existence Sorry, not because I do nothing with it Rather because I wonder What is the bloody point? Even if I go out with a bang I am still gone. Maybe I should find my solace in the story of the sun Though it may rise to set In it's awakening it blazes a path It feeds the leaves It leaves its legacy It says, I was here So I say, I AM HERE. Rony Brown

#RonyCereals Song of the young and hopeful I lay awake late into the night and contemplate how I can be relevant. I give of myself to a world that knows me not, at least not yet. But though I be not an expert, the more of myself I give, the better I get. And for all the mistakes made, make me all the wiser, I pray.