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30 septembre 2023

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9789956553198

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Poids de l'ouvrage

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During this hour of challenges and perplexity amounting to putrid and dazzling socio-cultural darkness, albeit being perceived as enlightened existence, soothing and reassuring religious nudges come to play in Throes as the spiritual impulse is frequently summoned to guide, calm, reassure, and redirect souls to that which is most important. Hence the gentle hints, with vivid imagery directed at the Cross, amidst much else, for mankind to fall back and reconsider the role of the spiritual in his/her existence, as opposed to the secular, in hopes that human beings will imbue their lives with a form of sanity, of sacrality, in the face of varied ongoing challenges.

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Publié par

Langaa RPCIG

Date de parution

30 septembre 2023

EAN13

9789956553198

Langue

English

Poids de l'ouvrage

4 Mo

Poetry African

Throes

- Emmanuel Fru Doh-

Throes Emmanuel Fru Doh

Langaa Research & Publishing CIG Mankon, Bamenda

Publisher:LangaaRPCIG Langaa Research & Publishing Common Initiative Group P.O. Box 902 Mankon Bamenda North West Region Cameroon Langaagrp@gmail.com www.langaa-rpcig.net Distributed in and outside N. America by African Books Collective orders@africanbookscollective.com www.africanbookscollective.com

ISBN-10: 9956-553-53-0

ISBN-13: 978-9956-553-53-2

©Emmanuel Fru Doh 2023 All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, mechanical or electronic, including photocopying and recording, or be stored in any information storage or retrieval system, without written permission from the publisher

Table of Contents Preface...................................................................... v The Hour Called Nonsense…............... ................... 1 These Hypocrites ...................................................... 2 Bile in My Soul .......................................................... 3 Rwanda’s Eighteen ................................................... 4 So Long ..................................................................... 6 The Holy Mass.......................................................... 7 The Holy Mass Today .............................................. 8 The Wise.................................................................... 13 Ave Maria .................................................................. 14 Biblical Analogies ..................................................... 15 The Scapula and a Blue Soldier ................................ 16 Divine Mercy ............................................................. 17 Song of Sorrow .......................................................... 18 Adoration................................................................... 19 Solitude...................................................................... 20 The Teller of Tales .................................................... 21 The Harvest i............................................................. 22 The Harvest ii ........................................................... 23 These Pieces.............................................................. 24 Behind the Curtain.................................................... 25 Craftsman .................................................................. 26 Wagging Tongues ..................................................... 27 S.O.S. Lord ................................................................ 28 A Winter Scene .......................................................... 29 Hold Me .................................................................... 30 News of a Colleague’s Death .................................... 31 The Lab and the Cross .............................................. 32 On Turning Down a Gideons’ Bible......................... 34 We Must Be Crazy..................................................... 35 The Sleeping Adorer …............................................. 36

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See Me, Take Me....................................................... 38 My Parish and the Plague ......................................... 39 This Selective Condemnation ................................... 40 Instead of a Curse ..................................................... 44 Dance on the Trains.................................................. 45 Echoes of Armageddon............................................. 46 A Portrait with Intent to Misrepresent...................... 50

Preface It has been quite a battle growing up: if it was not the tough discipline from my parents, it was the stare of envy, or the glare of hate provoked by man’s evil nature. And so, like a bat in nocturnal flight I have managed my way through it all, with the hopes of making the legendary gates when my day sets. And how the years have come and gone with so many different flavors of life’s offerings. At last, I find myself where I am now, where I am indeed running out of time, it seems to me, and there is only one thing I am inclined to want to do; I dare say it is the Master beckoning. Yes, the times are strange and difficult, with clues that only some can decipher. But the past tells us, though strange, that times such as these have in earlier era been experienced and conquered even. Yet, the truth is that this time it seems to be around with peculiar flavors, for we seem not to know what to do unlike in the past when kings simply plunged into sack cloth and paid tribute where it was due, and the face of the earth changed. Today we have driven the Master from our midst and proffer to know much, guided by science at its best. Yet with all the pricks and pharmaceutical assurances, like overripe plums, we continue dropping. Whatever the case, I have decided that the hour must not pass us by, and so I choose to recall all the Lord has done for me as I plodded across the corridors of life, heading toward the exit which now seems closer than ever before. And so, I think, reminisce, praise, and weep as the hour warranted, marching toward the exit. May these fickle lines remind the humble of the need to prostrate and do homage before the Lord, before the hour.

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