Tag Archive: Satire


   If nakedness promises you clothes, hear his name.

                                        –          an Akan proverb

How many drug addicts bought their first fix or smoke themselves?

How many alcoholics bought their first drink with their own money?

Which philanderer came up with the idea to chase women, all by himself?

You will find answers to these questions in Kwakye’s The Clothes of Nakedness.

In neighbourhoods riddled with poverty and unemployment, you will always find a wolf in sheep’s clothing who preys on the vulnerable. The enigma who stalks the ignorant ones who will do anything to earn a living; who exploits them in subtle ways until they are bound to him in servitude.

This was the man they called Mystique Mysterious. Male and female, child and adult, all referred to him by that name, in which they combined their respect for him, their fear of him, the fascination they felt for the unreachable person behind the shades

The Clothes of Nakedness is about the workings of this cryptic character, whose alleged sole agenda is to help the needy in poor neighbourhoods. He goes around offering jobs to the unemployed and hands out free cigarettes and rolls of marijuana to those who have never smoked them before. He buys free drinks for the depressed alcoholic to offer him solace in a bottle.

Mystique Mysterious sets his eyes on three new targets at Kill Me Quick and intends to reel them into his net by all means possible.

Gabriel Bukari the bendy one. Gabriel is depressed because he is unemployed. His loving wife, Fati, is the bread-winner of the family. She does not rub this in Gabriel’s face, but encourages and supports him anyway she can. Gabriel and Fati have a son called Baba. Gabriel loves his wife and son and will do anything for them. If only he had a job.

He was a gentle man and his friends believed him to be kind-hearted. But the unhappiness born of several months of unemployment had taken effect.

Kojo Ansah the quiet one. This teetotaller sits behind a glass of water at Kill Me Quick. He never orders a drink from the bar and has few words to say.

He was a man renowned for being deficient in expression and proficient in contemplation.

Kofi Ntim the opinionated one. He is also known as Philosopher Nonsense. Though he stands at barely five feet, he compensates for his challenges in height and physical appearance with balderdash and witty remarks. Kofi is not afraid to speak his mind and it is difficult to put him down.

Ever in high spirits, he was full of jokes and both sensible and senseless quips that he sometimes couched in philosophical terms.

Mystique identifies each man’s weakness and devices a scheme to exploit them. But will things go as planned?

In a battle of wits and intelligence, Kwakye reveals the evils that sprout out of poverty and illiteracy.

I enjoyed this novel particularly because Kwakye cleverly infuses humour in the story whilst he talks about distraught communities and broken homes. He addresses the spate of corruption in a developing country where the majority lack the education or requisite skills to qualify for a job interview.

What may seem like an unfortunate situation is interpreted as a ripe opportunity by those who gleefully manipulate ordinary people so they can continue to hold their sway over the masses.

BANQUO [Aside.]

The instruments of darkness tell us truths,

Win us with honest trifles, to betray’s 

In deepest consequence.


                                                                   Act 1: Scene 3


I loved the idea of holding a blog-along dedicated to poetry, so I decided to join Regular Rumination and many other bloggers for the Read More/Blog More Poetry: A Monthly Event!

Stuff And Nonsense by Gordon Bailey (to read more about him, click here) is an anthology for everyone. It’s easy to read (because most of the poems are short), full of humour and is ideal for those who wish to do a bit of light reading during their leisure.

If you have a voracious appetite for poetry, take some time off from the serious literature and read a bit of Stuff And Nonsense. You’ll exercise your lungs for a while, but please be careful not to let your sides split.

Are you among those who try to read a poem every now and then, but remain completely at sea no matter how many times you go over it? Give this book a try. You are guaranteed to have a paradigm shift about poetry.

Have you no interest at all in poetry? Then don’t think of this anthology as a collection of poems. Think of it as a collection of stuff and nonsense.

A few poems from the book:


Ding Dong bell,

Puss is in the well;

We’ve put some disinfectant down

To camouflage the smell.


I held her tight,

That special night.

We kissed – a real humdinger!

I ran my hand

Through her mass of hair

And a squirrel bit my finger.


I bought a pair of shoes today

But I shall have to return them –

The tongue keeps twisting

And this makes me walk with a lisp.




Where do I draw the line?


I was told there was nothing new

Under the sun.


I looked above the sun!


Mary had a little lamb,

She taught it the guitar;

It now plays in a bleat group

At the local Coffee Baaaa!


He looked at me

straight in the eye,

polished his spectacles,

and, without even a smile,


‘I am an atheist,

thank God!’


A man knocked on our door last night

with a beard;

We didn’t hear him.

STUFF AND NONSENSE – A collection of Verse and Worse.

Make time to guffaw.


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