DARKEST HUMANITY

The unseen HAND of the DIVINE…

AN URGE SO STRONG; AND A SOLEMN VOICE SO LOUD AND CLEAR…

Growing up as a child, I had an insatiable appetite for Books and reading. For reasons I can’t tell, I just love the smell of Books, especially a new Book.

I simply couldn’t do without the “aroma” of Books. In the year 1996, I gained admission to the Presbyterian Boys’ Secondary School (PRESEC-Legon) to study General Arts – Literature. 

I went to PRESEC only to realize that PRESEC didn’t have Literature amongst the General Arts courses. I was devastated.

Every morning I went to complain to Mr J. J. Asare, then Assistant Headmaster Academic; that PRESEC had made my life miserable.

To console myself for the lost, I’ll spend hours unend at the School Library reading story Books. In those days, we had McMillan Pacesetters Series or The African Writers series (if my memory serves me right).

Some of my favourites were:

Christmas in the City, The Narrow Path, The African Child, Too Young To Die, What The Future Holds, etc.

Rather strangely, PRESEC introduced Literature the following year. If I had a good home, I’ll have repeated first year at PRESEC, so I could have my Literature. Sometimes I’m wondering:

1. Could my constant nagging to Mr J. J. Asare over Literature be the reason for it immediate introduction at PRESEC the next academic year?

2. Could it have been a DIVINE orchestration for me to miss out on Literature, in order for me not to embark on a “strange mission” to exhume Shakespeare’s body from its grave in Stratford-upon-Avon for a sample of his DNA?

Literature meant the world to me. But in spite of my unquenchable appetite for Books and reading, I had never thought of writing a Book or becoming an Author. Authorship just never crossed my mind.  All I ever wanted was to be a Journalist/Newscaster.

So, the million dollar question one may ask is:

Could my becoming an Author been a HANDWORK of the DIVINE?

During my battles with the British Government, writing became a therapy to me. It was the only way I could get the PAINS off my chest. As Martin Luther King Jr said:

“As my sufferings mounted, I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation — either to react with bitterness, or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.“

As I found myself in HMP Pentonville in north London in the summer of 2013, there was nothing I could do but read, read, and read!

READ

Read as if you need to prove to yourself how good you are at reading

READ

Read as though the earth owes you your last read, or that your survival depends on reading.

One day, I went to the Library in Pentonville to look for a book to read. By SOME UNSEEN HANDS or ORCHESTRATIONS, I chanced on a book titled “Flesh and Blood” by Diane Blood.

It’s the story of a British woman who won a legal battle to be fertilized with the dead partner’s sperm, and have a child for the dead, which resulted in the birth of twins.

As I started reading “Flesh and Blood” some spirit just came over me. Right away, I started having the urge to write a Book.

An urge so strong; and a solemn voice so loud and clear…

God knows how many pages of “Flesh and Blood” I read. Maybe two or three. The urge for me to stop reading and start writing was so strong that I could not resist it.

Before long, I put down “Flesh and Blood” and started writing what has become known as DARKEST HUMANITY

From that moment on, I couldn’t stop writing. I wrote, wrote, and wrote.

By some orchestrations, all my dealings with British intelligence and the establishment over the years began unfolding before my mind’s eyes; like scenes of flashbacks in a movie.

And I wrote, and wrote and wrote. Whatever Spirit that had been in me that craves for reading has now given way for the Spirit of writing.

When I walked out of the Library that day, I can’t recall if I ever stepped into the Library again. I had graduated from the “Reading Academy” into the “Writing Academy.“

And for reasons I don’t know, I never wanted to go near “Flesh and Blood” again. I feared that Diane Blood may see her Book in my Book if she comes across my Book one day.

From that day, I became restless with pen and paper. I wrote, and wrote, and wrote. My prison exercise book got full in no time. Sadly for me, the prison won’t sell exercise books to me again, because they feared I’ll continue writing to the MPs and government officials in Westminster, telling them things they didn’t want to hear.

The truth is always bitter.

“The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those who speak it.”

I had written to more than half of the MPs at the House of Commons. I even wrote to the House of Lords. I wrote to Queen Elizabeth II at Buckingham Palace and other Royals at various Royal addresses.

This is why my book exposes the British Government, Monarchy and the entire Westminster establishments as one without a shred of humanity.

The title of the Book – DARKEST HUMANITY- is an exact reflection or depiction of what the British establishments have come to be known to the world.

The larger British society can only be excused for the fact that they have had no hand or input in my mistreatment. But if our institutions are reflections of the wider society, then Britain can not claim to be a humane civilization.

Every time I order for exercise book in my Prison canteen, I never got it because the authorities had decided not to grant me access to my DEMONS –  Pen and Paper! 

As a result, I had no choice but to resort to prison papers and anything I chanced on. My pen was so electrified by the Spirit.

DARKEST HUMANITY is DIVINELY INSPIRED…🙏🏽