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Charle! U made it to the nest

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Hey ma Peeps,

Tis me, Dream, Today, I dey come talk about the Ghana den Internet Fraud matter. Ebi serious matter paaaaaaaa. Ei, you hear say the World dey loose $557 million (Dat be de ones dem report saf) every year to cyber crime, some dey wonder wat be dat. Ebi wat we dey call 419, Sakawa (How to make money in Hausa), Mugu, zombie etc.

Charle Boys for slow for the net fraud top, you start dey give we bad name waaaaaa. Ridy Ghana dey the top ten countries in the world wey the crime be hyper. For the ten top countries, West Africa alone represent 3 countries, The nation where the name 419 dey originate from – Anago, Nigeria, wey Cameroon too come attachey in body.

Nigeria dey reign the African group with 8percent of the crime, followed by Ghana wey dey handle 0.7 percent, den 0.6  be Cameroun in own.

So you go love ask, so Wey Country dey top?

Like you know – The USA get 65percent, UK dey follow with 9.9percent, before Anago dema 8percent.

Canada dey 2.2 percent

Malaysia get 7percent

Before Mother Ghana in 0.7

Den South Africa too dey represent some 0.7 be like dat,

Spain too be 0.7

Wey the Cameroun guys force enter the top ten with 0.6percent

If you watch the list, How Ghana small country, with like some tiny percent e nor Pc use dey fit represent for this list top. How many people saf dem dey do the Sakawa, wey the net saf no catch more places for the country inside. Ah! I no dey bab, dem dey talk say, the small people dem dey tear the 419 no, go fit make Ghana represent for Cybercrime top list top. That be sick!

Dem say about 82 cyber crimes dey occur in Ghana every month, wey nearly one thousand crimes every year. Oh! Dis one saf be de once dem dey fit see.  Dis be like Super mass day light robbery.

Charle! Boyz for Chok it. E bi serious ooo, How many of us we dey use net saf know people dem dey do Mugu, ebe serious ooo. Dem no chaw like chaw, but e check like, one person dey fit rob a enough people to make a city. Dats real Bad! Dem tins dey bore waaaa. E dey make some sanctions dey block wanna people dema genuine images. E no ky3, dem report say, some United States den Canadian merchants block over 70 percent of international online orders from Ghana den Nigeria due to fraud. Dem saf dey reign for the cybercrime inside, but as dem see say we too we dey won rush, wey we no chaw, dem go mess we up. We naa dey fock up wanna image. We for just dog dis thing den find better things dey represent for. Dat dey mean say, we get natural talent for soccer den tings inside, plus, we get natural gift of handling people and computers. We for channel that skill well.

Charle make Boyz Sloooow. Things start dey get out of hand, wey we naa, we want make the rural people all get PCs den tings. This be wat we go dey wan introduce give them or wat.

Dem get better ways of making genuine money online. Why boyz no go research dat rada, e dey get you more money dan Mugu wey ebi genuine too. Research, you go find chaw tings. We for find better ways of developing our economy than messing it up with dirty money. Dem monies saf, dem no dey ky3. Boyz get accident aaa, dem open dema trunk inside aaa, Monies dem pack.

Som guy be a interview de talk me say, “It all start for Swedru, wey na wanna boyz naaa dey entice foreign nationals plus jeje girls den won marry whiteman an tins. Den as the chatting com get voice, dem start dey disguise dema voice as women. Charle, you know make wild aaa, somebody go take your person. As the relationship come make tight waa no, like e catch marriage level no, dem go start dey send money, gifts, den tings for dema lovers. Haha. Dis be how it all start, den the Credit card numbers too come join. Ridy Juju den tings all come join. Me a no dey do some but say The White man com steal wanna gold, den people, den tings. Ridy be wanna time.”

But what boyz no dey see be say, Ebi blackman nor dey catch in people den tings dey give the whiteman dem times. The fault from we all. Wey you, Ma Peeps, dem carry your resourses long ti, wey you still dey take give dem, you know dey fit think den use the tins you get, you for take give them make dem go do am into something better before you dey fit see say the tin saf good. Wey you dey read dis thing. Wat you dey do. Nortin!

Ridy EFCC, dey colabo plus Microsoft, the FBI, the Economic Community of West African States (ECOWAS) and the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime (UNODC), wey the Council of Europe, the International Police Organisation (INTERPOL) and the Serious Organised Crime Agency (SOCA) make wild waaa.

You fock up for the net top, Dem go catch u. Dem make wild waaaa. Gateway to Africa, we for fit to develop some better name like dat. Like say, we dey fit use net dey sell things for the world inside waaa. Internet tourism den  things. You knor say, u dey watch the sky from Ghana ebe different from the rest of the world? Eno be anything, but say u fit be the one e do de research for net top, dey host camp den tins. We for fit to dey write better bl3 den tins about wanna country make people go love come see wanna pretty faces den places. I dey rhyme saf, wanna music, wanna culture, wanna symbols, wanna people, wanna soccer, wanna chow, wanna buggi. Back on norr norr nor..

If you no dey bab, I for tell you

Ebe your boy, Dream

I represent som.

Written by The BlueBird

December 16, 2010 at 8:40 am

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A Letter from Ghana

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Dem born me 6th March, 1957, wey ma popi be Osagyefo Dr. Kwame Nkrumah.

Ma Ancestral family from the Goldcoast. Dem lef chaw tings give me make a tear better den prosperous family but say, tings no go well, som of ma kiddies disappoint me wey dem misuse ma riches den tings.

Ridy things fock up, wey I get chaw kiddies dem no get job wey more no go skuul too.

Dem three; Injustice, Inequality den selfishness dey control ma kiddies wey ridy more saf come make corrupt den spoil.

Today saf, we go see say God Bless me wit Oil, I go join the Oil Queens on earth, but I dey try see say, ma kiddies dem be greedy den selfish no go use some takashi misuse am, den lef dem ones dem no strong wey dem dey  poverty inside. But I sure say, my Good children will try their best to balance things

I dey rise dem call all ma sons and daughters, make dem defend wat dey belong to dem. Make dem make better decision like how dem go use am help all ma kiddies den de family all.

 

Ma kiddies, I sure say, you know make proud of me too moch, sake of I know be successful momi, but eno be ma fault koraaaa.

But, eno bi late, kiddie dey learn from gronapi, wey gronapi too dey learn from kiddie. We for build strong team, no yawa for dey wanna body den wanna mind inside.

We for be strong and wanna minds for dey pan. We for have faith say God Bless we waaa wey ede love wanna matter.

We for get better vision, den we for get HOPE.

Ma kiddies, I know say, we go pass through a lot of sacrifice den pain, but “Never say Never.” Forward Ever, Backwards Never” “Never Give Up, Ever”

I dey look forward to YOU! My Son, My Daughter, YOU!

Ma name be GHANA and thanks for listening to your mother.

………………………………..submitted by your boy. DREAM

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December 12, 2010 at 1:34 pm

Posted in Ghana Today

This is your Season

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The Word is a seed
When planted and watered
Grows to be great
You can be anything you want
You can achieve all your dreams
If you only believe
The Word of God is here today
Coming right at you
Would you believe it?
Dare to receive

In this world where there are seasons and times
This is your season
Its time to shine again
In this world where there are seasons and times
This is your season
Its time to shine again

You may be down
May be discouraged
It will come to pass
Be strong
Be encouraged
It’s only for a while
The Word of God is here today
Working inside of you
Would you believe it?
Dare to receive

In a world where there’re seasons and times
This is your season
It’s time to shine again
In a world where there’re seasons and times
This is your season
It’s time to shine again

I believe this is my season
It’s time to shine again

In this world where there are seasons and times
This is your season
Its time to shine again

Shine again

………………………………..by Sinach

Written by The BlueBird

December 12, 2010 at 12:42 am

Posted in The Poet

Ain’t I a Woman?

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Sojourner Truth (1797-1883): Ain’t I A Woman?
Delivered 1851
Women’s Convention, Akron, Ohio

(The woman we know as Sojourner Truth was born into slavery in New York as Isabella Baumfree, she was an African-American abolitionist and women’s rights activist)

Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that ‘twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what’s all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere.

Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain’t I a woman?

Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain’t I a woman?

I could work as much and eat as much as a man – when I could get it – and bear the lash as well! And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what’s this they call it? [member of audience whispers, “intellect”] That’s it, honey. What’s that got to do with women’s rights or negroes’ rights? If my cup won’t hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn’t you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ’cause Christ wasn’t a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again!

And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.
Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain’t got nothing more to say.

………………………….Submitted by BEAUTY

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December 11, 2010 at 11:41 pm

Posted in The New African

Hope

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I remember, wasn’t so long ago

We had a one room shack and the livin’ was low

And my mama by herself raised me and my bro

Wasn’t easy, but we did it with the little that go

Worked hard got us off to school every day

And kept her eyes on the stars when the skies were gray

Gave us pride to survive, really showed us the way

Now I really understood what she was tryin’ to say

 

She said, “Son there’ll be times when the tides are high

And the boat may be rocky, you can cry

Just never give up

You can never give up,” uh-uh

 

In this life you could lead if you only believe

And in order to achieve what you need

You can never give up

You can never give up

 

And this hope

That keep me holding on

On and on

And this hope

That makes me carry on

On and on

 

Boom-boom, couldn’t have made it alone

I got a wonderful life, two kids on my own

With a strong foundation that was carved in stone

And my mama for the love that made my house a home

Made me wonder some time if this was meant to be

All this for a humble little guy like me

And all I ever really wanted was a family

To teach my kids the same value that she gave to me

 

She said, Son there’ll be times when the tides are high

And the boat may be rocky, you can cry

Just never give up

You can never give up, uh-uh

 

In this life you could lead if you only believe

And in order to achieve what you need

You can never give up

You can never give up

 

And this hope

That keep me holding on

And on

And this hope

That makes me carry on

On and on

 

We nah turn no stepper, things a go better

Never let yourself be overcome by pressure

Cool yah me Bredda Have faith insteada

Sit down an watch em all a fight one another

Blaze like fire- nah go retire

God nah sleep and a him an inspire

We fa reach higher

A that him require

Haffa mek a mark before a time expire

 

And this hope

That keep me holding on

And on

And this hope

That makes me carry on

On and on

And this hope

That keep me holding on

And on

And this hope

That makes me carry on

On and on

 

There’s hope, yeah

Hope keeps it alive, yeah, uh

Hope keeps it alive, yeah, uh

And it strikes an iron, uh

Hope keeps it alive, yeah, yeah

Hope keeps it alive, yeah

Only the strong survive, yeah

Keep it carry on, keep it carry on, yeah

Uh-uh

I’ll keep it carry on, yeah

I gotta carry on, gotta carry on and be strong

Uh-uh-uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh

 

And this hope

That keep me holding on

And on

And this hope

That makes me carry on

On and on

 

………………………….by Shaggy

 

Written by The BlueBird

December 10, 2010 at 8:35 pm

Posted in The Poet

All of the Above

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Tell me what do you see, when you looking at me

On a mission to be what I’m destined to be

I’ve done been through the pain and the sorrow the struggle is nothing but love (Nothing but love)

I’m a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor and all the above

All the above

Listen

Really what do you see, when you looking at me

see me coming from nothing, to me living my dreams

I had been to the bottom, I had suffered a lot

I deserve to be rich, heading straight to the top

Look how I rap for the block, look how I rep for the hood

I get nothing but love now that I come through the hood

Getting this fortunate and fame, money make all of us change

The new Benzs’ are white, call it John Mcain

How the hell could you stop me, why in the world would you try

I go hard forever, that’s just how I’m designed, that’s just how I was built

See that look in my eyes, you take all of this from me and I’m still gon’ survive

You get truth from me, but these rappers gon’ lie

I’m a part of these streets till the day that I die

I’m way hotter than hatters glad that I finally done made

Take a look and you can tell that I’m destined for greatness

It’s easy to hate, it’s harder to love me

Ya’ll don’t understand, ya’ll quickly to judge me

Put your foot in my nikes, picture you livin’ in my life

Picture you stuck in a cell, picture you wasting your life

Picture you facing a charge, picture you beating the odds

Picture you willing to bleed, picture you wearing this scar

Thank you for making me struggle, thank you for making me grind

I perfected my hustle, tell me the world ain’t mine

If you ain’t seein’ me lately, I’m a miracle baby

I refuse to lose, this what the ghetto dun made me

I put that on my father, tryn’a hope for tomorrow

When I think that I cant I envision Obama

I envision the diamonds

I envision Ferarris

If the world was perfect all my niggas behind me

AinIt you happy I made it, that I’m making this statement

Take a look and u can tell I’m destined for greatness

Now we gon’ talk on this spot

Or if I’m out on the block

I hustle hard cos’ it’s all the same (they know, they know..)

And you know that grind don’t stop just cos I rose to the top

And everybody knows my name (they know, they know.)

Ayyy

Still grinding (still grinding)

Still hustling (still hustling)

No more pain (no more pain)

No more suffering (no more suffering)

My ladies and my shorties and my thugs keep that task and that shine and the love

All the above

All the above

…………………………………………….By Maino

Written by The BlueBird

December 10, 2010 at 7:49 pm

Posted in The Poet

Phenomenal Woman

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size

But when I start to tell them

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

 

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing of my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

 

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can’t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them,

They say they still can’t see.

I say

It’s in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

 

Now you understand

Just why my head’s not bowed.

I don’t shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It’s in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

The palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

‘Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

 

…………………………….by Maya Angelou

 

Written by The BlueBird

December 10, 2010 at 7:14 pm

Posted in The Poet