“ASASAA” – Coat Of Many Colors; Lyrics By Dolly Parton

Back through the years
I go wondering once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn’t have a coat
And it was way down in the fog
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewing every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told me a story
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn’t wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss

My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

And oh I couldn’t understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told them all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

But they didn’t understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me

In my country Ghana, “Asasaa” is the name given to a cloth made of different patches of fabrics. The lyrics of Dolly Parton’s song made me remember late grandma’s “Asasaa” cloth she blessed me with when I was going to the boarding school for the first time in my life- somewhere in my teen age.

I recall how she pulled me to her room, sat me down on her bed and happily off-loaded the old wooden boxes that were packed on each other one after the other, till she got to the final box, where she pulled out her “Asasaa” cloth and presented it to me as a gift with a bold smile. Truly, I remember that scenario very well.

She said to me, “…….here my daughter, this was a gift from your great grand-mother(my mother) to me. I have kept it still this day and I want to give it to you because you’re the one after my heart. She gave me a long speech about the cloth, then finally concluded saying; Go and use it in remembrance of me. Any time you cloth yourself with it, remember how dear you are to me…….”.

Frankly speaking, that day was the best moment of my life till date. Her facial expression and mine curtail the love we both shared, of which she still remains my bestie. Sacredly, I still keep this cloth even though it’s old. One day, my kids will ask me, where from this tattered piece of cloth with many colors? I will tell them how it came about and why I still keep it. And I know, sweet granny would give me an invisible smile from Heaven above. Thank you, Dolly Parton, your song lyrics best describes my grandma’s “Asasaa” present to me; the very last present from her before she passed away.

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A LETTER TO MY BRETHREN

Dear brethren,

After all the struggles and sufferings of past years, now I see the biggest sign of hope in you, my family. It isn’t because of what our governments or fore-fathers have done or failed to do, but because I know we have more work to do. In your hands as well as mine, lies the hope for a new generation of great leaders, of which each of us commit our time and talent not just to the toils of today, but to the frontier of tomorrow where new dreams, hopes and possibilities await us.
As we embark on this magnificent journey of life, some starting from the scratch and some evolving like the volcano, let’s take up the work of not just making a living but of making a life. For if all we have on our hearts is a painted pain, we will prove our enemies right, that we(the people of Africa) labor under a curse, that we live not for progress and freedom but for the reeks of a home, for defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, for victories without hope, and worst of all without pity or compassion. And that, our grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars, will leave not from the heart but from the glands.

Yeh, my dear continent, we have more work to do, hard work, frightening work, uncertain work and unending work. Work that may test us, work that may defeat us, work for which we may not get the credit but work of which the whole world(our family) depends. The time is short and the odds are long but I believe that we are ready nonetheless, with the love of those who raised us without regret, with the lessons of the toils of our life experiences, with the strength of those who stand beside us as we face what lies ahead of us and with the great amour of God; I say let’s begin.
Life offers each one of us different opportunities and once an opportunity is lost, it’s gone forever except by the grace of God. It is up to each one of us to patiently prepare, wait, recognize and utilize every opportunity. Let’s learn on the way while we have life. No one knows it all or has it better. There is a reason why we hail from Africa. A reason for which we are called “Blacks”.

Enough is enough, let’s turn away from blood shedding and drown our continent legacy in tears about our predecessors vain wealth. Rather, let’s pin into the foot of our thoughts that this life we walk is heavy laden. For, all I hear are the echoes, whispers and tongues not audible in what our ancestors leave behind.
And I see visions of men with dusty faces and women with sore lips beckon to step into a light. A light I can’t tell its source or future. Into an unknown place that breeds of love, peace, satisfaction, change and purity.
Today, I roll my plea before you all, let’s have a plan A B C D……but above all, let’s remember to always stay focus with the quest to be the Best Us. I mean, THE BEST AFRICANS. In ready for all the tests; I see the Greater Africa in the Greater You and I. May this letter *Activate* *Captivate* and *Motivate* our soul to Succeed. We’re blessed, lets reflect it. #Teamwork is the Key with No Greed. But please let’s not journey life without the real MVPs; Most Valuable Players. We’re Not Perfect but I think we’re on the path to Perfection and Purpose if only we desire a CHANGE.

My Confession is that;
the Greater us will always be our Pen-ink Defends, and as I end my letter, *May My Words Change Your Thoughts*. Great love for you all!

Your dearest,
Rythaephua.

Written to meet the prompt on dVerse Poets Pub, where we are been asked by Abhra to write a Letter.

THE VERSATILE BLOGGER AWARD

versatile-bloggerI am so thankful to “themissiontomars” for nominating me to accept a challenge at WordPress. She’s such a sweet person, more or less like a role model. Her personality as an open minded person, friendly, outgoing. I heard of her few months ago and I’m happy connecting with her on WordPress. If you haven’t visited her blog, I so recommend go have a quick look, I’m sure she would love you pass by her blog.

The Rules for accepting the Versatile Blogger Award are as follows:

1) Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their site.
2) Tell 7 things about yourself
3) Nominate 15 bloggers
4) Link to their sites and let them know of the nomination.

7 Great Things About Myself-

A. I’m a very principle person and stayed focus to the things I set eyes on to do.

B. I love being around little children, they make me forget all my troubles.

C. I have a very bad eating habit, and that’s because I’m not a foodaholic.

D. Aaaww, I love writing. I inherited it from my dad, that’s why I am my Papa’s doom.

E. The beach is my second- it’s my place of solace after life’s whips

F. I love kissing a lot, consider me to be Oliver Twist when it comes to kissing

G. Missing my late grandma is something I experience every day. Ride or die, she was my world but thank Heavens my world didn’t crash complete after her death. At least, I still have something to clutch to and thus, the legacy she left me- “Love what u do(writing) and make sure you do it better than everyone, that way, you will get the satisfaction u need”.
I miss you, sweet granny! You were such a gift. May the Lord continually keep you save in His bosom till we meet again.

I don’t just follow any blog, I choose the blogs I wish to follow because, at the end of the day, these bloggers should be able to have some sort of impact on me and the reverse is equally true. And so to nominate for an award means, I have a keen trust in their works. However, I must also add that, the fact that, I didn’t nominate a particular blog doesn’t necessarily means the others aren’t as good as those been nominated. Everyone’s time would surely come, so long as there’s life. Like I said, my list is endless but as the rules say to nominate 15 bloggers, I’m hard-up. I would love to nominate following “members of the family”,

1. Gabriella’s Writing Corner

2. MY MIND’S DISTILLERY

3. Poetry Et Al

4. The Ninth Life

5. Kneal1

6. Princekennyjr

7. My Mind Mill……

8. Thatborderlinegirl

9. Truthseeker247

10. Kissmeoutofdesire

11. Bexy695’s Blog

12. SaylingAway

13. My Own Words

14. Nortina Mariela

15. Paul Militaru

MY CALLS TO MAR

Grace my calling in all facets of life
versatile as I am, I am lost in my prime calling
Or should I say I’m confuse instead?
Two contagious dreams I crave for;
the philanthropic genre that brood my ideology to help others
thus, passion for people

I try to do this every day by demonstrating compassion
telling people the things they are doing well
saying thank you for the little things
reaching out to those who are in hard places or situations
I don’t know if this will be it or not
but I wish I become a philanthropist one day
with nobody or nothing stopping me to help others

They say most women are afraid to help their fellow women
If  this be true,
then, I wish to become an advocate for women
to emancipate this waiving fallacy about womanhood
vent not
oh my calling

Nevertheless,
my other calling could also be an Art of Work
thus a piece of magic
Writing makes me, it is a yearning that knows no boundaries
it’s something I can’t do without
but until I come up with that great piece
I would not appreciate this gift

I yearn to write a piece that will leave a dint of recognition on me
one which would send beautiful and gentle caress
beneath the toes of my readers heart;
where static pages would change to fit
whatever I need to hear at that particular stage of my life

Yes, something meaningful has to strike a chord in my writing
this way, I can proudly say,
my art has cross it’s magic

Meeting the prompt- writing about one’s call.