when you see the splinters of

splintering, screaming blood

and the dastardly, behemacy of the

foul hand,

you know what murder is

One of the commandments have

been toppled over with

the sinister eyes of death

or eradication of life

See how plain, disastrous

sharp stell intrudes the chest

and kisses the heart

with the extinction a pulse,

murder...killing...blood

this is the story

written by a dagger.

                                     By Kakraba Afful

It was the gunshot of destiny,

and I had to runaway from this verbal firing squad,

where I experienced the black hiss

of gunpowder

and the black kiss of masturbating bullets

It was my integrity, moaning in

this oral deathrow,

sitting on the electric chair

of criticism,

I had to escape from this sobibor

and run free

to the land of acceptance.

                         By Kakraba Afful

Mystery girl,

I know you can hear me,

so just listen to this;

"She walks with a wonder

that sweeps the wind,

she looks at me with curiousity,

trying to fathom why

I am so shy,

not seeing that she has so much power,

I'm not quite sure,

if I've seen her face,

but I know she's beautiful,

eyes that radiate happiness,

and what a joyous peace

I've know since I looked into them,

pixels of magic,

a wonder that captivates me,

every now and then,

ever since I saw her eyes

she looks at me with curiousity,

trying to fathom why,

I'm so shy,

forgetting that she

has that luminous power,

so much omnipotence,

than one could ever know

Well, let me introduce myself,

I'm an eighteen year-old Ghanaian,

I dated a girl for five years,

I ignored all other pretty girls

for her and she buried

my heart in razor wire

she was my first girlfriend,

well, I guess I was the only one

taking relationships seriously,

and trust me on this,

I hate breaking a girl's heart,

that's not me

so I just wonder about,

with a trailing heart asking

questions about why it ended so soon."

                                                               By Kakraba Afful

Homi Jahangir baba was the first chairman of Indian Atomic energy Commission. He was a person who excelled not in science but other ares also. Dr. C V Raman called him “ The Modern image of Leanardo Davincii”.

He was born in a rich family. His father’s ambition was to make him an industrialist or an engineer. He was sent for higher education to England. After an year baba wrote “An engineer’s job or work is not suitable for me. My subject of interest is physics. I feel I can excel in it. A person will learn quixkly and excel only in a field of his interest. I feel I can do many things in physics”. His father agreed. He said if baba gets high score in engineering, he will allow him to stay in England for 2 more years. He will take care of his expenses. Baba passed exam with high first class.

A vast landscape was selected for location of Baba atomic research Center (BARC) in trombay. There is a story related to that. There was a tree in that land where proposed building was going to be constructed. Engineers told the tree should be cut. This tree had been there since years. Baba did not allowed. He said “The tree had been there for so many years and it has the right to stay there for many more years. Everybody speaks of human rights. But I want to speak on the eco balance and right of protecting species”. This tree is still standing out there.

Baba was a very good music loving person. He used to attend most of the concerts happening in the city. Bethovan was his favourite. He had a good collection of Indian and western music.

When he was child he used to sleep only a little time. His parents decided to show him a European doctor. But doctor could not find any disease in him. He said Baba is a high thinking child may be that could be the reason of his sleeplessness.

Baba was also good in drawing. He had a collection of pictures drawn by many great artists. He loved his mother very much. On her birthday he presented a drawing “Cow and its Calf”. When he grown up his interest shifted to nature were reflected in his drawings. Once Baba’s drawings were displayed in an exhibition conducted at England. He lived a bachelor’s life.