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    Invincible Horizon: Aiming for the Prospects Beyond the Conceptual Walls of Our World
    Invincible Horizon: Aiming for the Prospects Beyond the Conceptual Walls of Our World
    Invincible Horizon: Aiming for the Prospects Beyond the Conceptual Walls of Our World
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    Invincible Horizon: Aiming for the Prospects Beyond the Conceptual Walls of Our World

    By S.K. Banini

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    Invincible Horizon was inspired by real life events and fictional revelations, to entertain and educate readers beyond the different perspectives of life within the conceptual walls of our worlds. Also, to revitalize an entertaining twist; a sense of poetic participation to todays essential discourse to such topics as religion, politics and wars, birth and death, love and romance, race, migration and etc. away from the phantasmal observation of 21st century exceptionalism.

    This anthology drums out the many socio-political issues as well as some ethnic biases, which have cast vengeful mist, ravaging international and domestic relations; thus, it highlights some of the follies of todays society. Among the list of poems is a poetic lullaby written by the author and his family, which many parents may find it useful. The book evokes some educational qualities, particularly of colonial/post-colonial Africa with an immigrants perspective of the West and beyond.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateJun 18, 2013
    ISBN9781466990883
    Invincible Horizon: Aiming for the Prospects Beyond the Conceptual Walls of Our World
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    S.K. Banini

    Sylvanus Banini is a naturalized U.S. citizen, who is originally from Ghana, a former British colony in sub-Sahara Africa, where he had his primary and secondary school education. He developed his passion for poetry in secondary school after studying “Romeo and Juliet” by William Shakespeare and after reading other renown authors like Chinua Achebe, Efua T. Sutherland etc. He is currently studying international relations at the American Public/Military University systems with concentrations in international studies. He is married to his beautiful wife and they are blessed with two lovely daughters. He likes to write, paint and sketch all these great ideas at his leisure time; in junior secondary school days, Sylvanus produced an unpublished sci-fi fiction staged in an unknown world. Among the many talents is drama, which earned them (his primary school drama team) a second place in interschools dance drama competition. Sylvanus also authored the anthology “Inspired” that provoke thoughts of domestic, political and romantic issues.

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      Invincible Horizon - S.K. Banini

      Copyright 2013 S.K. BANINI.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

      Printed in the United States of America.

      ISBN: 978-1-4669-9089-0 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4669-9088-3 (e)

      Trafford rev. 06/14/2013

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      North America & international

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      Contents

      Acknowledgement

      I am not A Poet

      When I was born

      I wish, I wished, I wish

      Hahaha, it was a good bye

      Obituary

      The Great Fall

      Stubborn Individualism

      If Love is A Crime

      Amid Birth and Death

      If You Are Not a Poet

      So Little She Talk Like an Adult

      Enough

      But Who Is the Parent

      Corrosive Waters of Failure

      They Just Don’t Understand

      Invincible Horizon

      The Quiet Man

      Fingers of Critics

      Yaa Asantewaa

      Anokye

      Tis life

      A ride with the boys

      Never Again

      One Night Stand

      In the stillness of this afternoon

      Generation of war

      A generation of killers

      I love you, my wife

      My Mother

      Share no Tears

      Poem

      War Child

      A Dream of Class

      Drawing

      This is love

      Life in Death

      State of Anarchy

      The Sacred Wardrobe

      Face of Pain

      The Mirror of Life

      I Thought I Saw Me

      The Gift from Above

      1957

      My Country

      Condemned Carriers

      Why War

      Winter Comes

      Morning Gospeler

      Killing Death

      He Planned It

      Dance with Me

      We are all generals

      Accra Academy

      Point of Correction

      Africa

      When driven by the People

      I Can Hardly Catch My Breath

      To My Children

      I Remember

      From the Heavens

      Human Rites

      I am a Soldier

      My Precious Jewel

      I Love it but I hate it

      Sankofa

      Dilemma

      Winding Road

      My Mind

      Rebellious Democracy

      God never ordained them

      True Love

      The Point of No Return

      Our Paths Are Closer Than You Think

      Osagyefo Dr.

      Light Applause

      Kings and Queens

      Good Deeds Bad Name

      Two Seasons

      Civil War

      African American

      The African Woman

      My Wife

      My Mother

      If the Future come to Naught

      I am a Virgin

      Broken Mirror

      What is Love

      The Other Side

      The Rewards of Nature

      Freetown 1999

      Wonders of Earth

      I Remember

      Tunnels of Hope

      Oh why?

      Beautiful Revelation

      Look Beyond the Valley

      I am a Beautiful Father

      Yet, I Dream

      So Dare Me Failure

      Gloomy Politics

      Love is only a Myth

      A Servant of the Economy

      Keep Abreast

      Who is the Rebel?

      Inaugurate your Voices

      My Girl

      My Girl

      Heavens, Such greed of humans!

      Among My Kind

      Is This Justice

      If I Don’t Say It

      Ghetto

      Weapons of War

      The Night Train

      Dirty Laundry

      New Age

      When You Have a Child King

      A Revelation of the Living

      Bastard Nobles

      A Lovely Conversation

      Acknowledgement

      Perhaps, it may sound quaintly enchanting to say that the contents of this book were as a result of invoking the creative gods of the mind. To yet again expose me to the metaphysical corridors of poetic tongues; wherefore, the colossal effect of all, especially the emotional/love and editorial support, writing/image contribution and the inspirations from my wife and kids, most importantly the breath of life from God that has blessed me with the mind of the art, would not have been properly appreciated. Hence, I am thankful to all: my family (my wife, kids and etc.) and to God, the originator of life and the talent who made this book a reality.    

      I am not A Poet

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      I just play with the words

      Sometimes I conjure the emotions of the people and it hurts

      I speak to the peculiar reasoning of all wisdom

      My detractors call it an invasion into the norm of the free will kingdom

      Dear you

      Blame not the hand that writes

      Not by the mind that thrive

      But by the conspiracy of the wind of doctrines

      Blown against the vulnerable thinking of life

      That shields me not

      To evade the infectious culture of our civilization

      So then I write that I am not a poet

      When I was born

      Tis a special day for them

      It depends on the aura of life between

      It depends on the reality on the ground

      It depends on whether a mistake,

      Or a preplanned gift to the world

      Yet, I know that it shall

      Forever remain sacred in my struggle for existence

      Though I remember not;

      The love,

      The adoration,

      The admiration and

      The Surprise,

      Also the hate and the disappointment gaze at me by all

      Who saw me come in design and in the perfect of perfection

      As original as HIS image desire

      Though I remember nothing of the pain

      The cry and the joy of she whose love remained original

      Even when I grow sour and bitter to swallow;

      Yet she thus held me dear to her heart

      Even as I grow to become that which you see

      That which you read, that which they talk of

      And that the beast I became

      Yet the Angel, I become

      The sweet,

      The sour,

      If I become a loss

      Then shall she cursed the sacred

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