Paying back Papa…?

Razor is my man, loves me and calls me “son”. speaks to me like a Father so I joined his gang “Blades in the Hood”, sooner than later.

My boy self was chained tight to papa, crying like a sissy every night, since he slammed the door shut, his face never again to see.

I lie… I see his face still… even at night curled up like a child.

I see his face in grown men

withering in pain,

crying out,

begging for mercy,

everytime our knives and guns do their thing…target their prey.

And I hear the laughing voice in my head “pay back time!”. Feeling like superman, chains unlocked and riding high…

But …but another voice like mama’s rings louder “life is a lie, get help now!”

Life is a lie, I need help now!

©️26-12-2018 DENyamekye

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The perils of keeping the wrong company…

Beaten against the bushels, pained by worldly thorns, trampled by passersby and deceivers posing as friends, her disheartened soul found rest among the despondent at their fest.

Their complaints cooked up bitter broth when swallowed, their chains were strengthened in that dreadful place.

She longed to flee but how could she when her feet were padlocked to the guardian of death and his cloak like steel weighed her down?

copyright 2017 DENyamekye

Combatting Male Deaths (Paul’s story: Dad’s Suicide) – The Movember Foundation

Excerpt from the website of the THE MOVEMBER FOUNDATION:

Our fathers, partners, brothers and friends face a health crisis that isn’t being talked about. Men are dying too young. We can’t afford to stay silent.


We’re the leading charity changing the face of men’s health. We’re addressing some of the biggest health issues faced by men: prostate cancer, testicular cancer, and mental health and suicide prevention.

We know what works for men, and how to find and fund the most innovative research to have both a global and local impact. We’re independent of government funding, so we can challenge the status quo and invest quicker in what works. In 15 years we’ve funded more than 1,200 men’s health projects around the world.

By 2030 we’ll reduce the number of men dying prematurely by 25%.



Your Mo (moustache) can inspire donations, conversations and real change.

The men’s health crisis calls for big minds, and big solutions. But there’s a smaller, hairier solution to the men’s health crisis. A solution you can Grow yourself. It’s sitting under your nose.

Grow a Mo this Movember, and you can stop men dying too young.

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Below is an excerpt from the Sun Newspaper online 22nd Oct. 2018:


We asked Paul to write a letter to his Dad to encourage other men to open up about their feelings. In association with Movember.

WE were always a close family. Mum and Dad were childhood sweethearts and only two years separate me and my older brother, Steve.

There were no signs at first that Dad would have a breakdown. Over time, however, he changed from a hardworking, loving family man into a person who felt the only solution to his mental pain was to take his own life.

During the last six months of his life he kept himself busy – as if he was running away from things. He was on antidepressants, but I didn’t realise how serious it was.

We all tried to talk to him, but he’d deny there was a problem. Then on March 4, 2009, we lost him forever.

Life after Dad was hard. I was only 18.Inside I was hurting, but on the outside I played the macho man. Two years later, I realised I was just existing. I was tired all the time.

I was diagnosed with depression, but ignored it. I tried counselling, but it didn’t work for me.

My biggest fear was that I’d end up like Dad. I’d read that people bereaved by suicide have a higher risk of taking their own lives.

Then Amy and I started dating. I had back problems so she suggested I see a holistic therapist that she knew – Ann.

At my third visit I broke down in tears and told her everything about Dad and my own suicidal thoughts. Talking to Ann over the years has helped me massively.

I had a lot of guilt as I believed that I should have done more. Now I’ve learned to forgive Dad – and myself.

Paul’s letter to his Dad

Dear Dad,

I went for a run through the woods with the boys on Sunday.

They’re growing up fast. They are nine and two now. They keep me on my toes every day.

Fatherhood is scary at times, but I’m not worried. I am so lucky to have learned from you. I know you would have loved to have been a grandad.

I know you’re watching down on us all. Mum and Steve too. I just wish you knew how loved you were.

It’s nearly been ten years since you took your own life, and I just wish you were here with us.

You’ve missed so much. I’ll be raising money and standing up to suicide for Movember this year in your honour.

A couple of years ago I started talking about Dad on on social media. I receive messages every day from people saying that they don’t feel so alone any more.

When I was asked to write a Letter To My Dad for a Movember video, it meant sharing my vulnerabilities. It’s very hard for a lot of men to open up and talk about their feelings, but I don’t ever want my children to suffer in silence.

That’s my drive and always will be. I joined up to the campaign because I want to be part of something that reaches out and talks to men.

I‘ll be growing a moustache for Movember this year and encouraging all my friends to donate too, because the work the organisation does is so important.

To get involved, sign up at



C252972F-9F17-4979-9B42-6E46B20CDB41Sadly many wait for the light at the end of the tunnel, but remain static or unmovable… unable to even see the door open for them to progress, be transformed or change their circumstances. May we have the strength to face our issues head on and be realistic and accepting of tools and the helping hand here and now !

Empty Box

Poem: “Empty Box”

The empty box syndrome is another name I give to that gnawing hollow feeling of “nothingness”, it is another term for low self esteem, depression and oppression which all have a multiplicity of roots. God is our healer through Christ, however this condition is often hidden even in churches and among Christians.

Many are unable to talk about their feelings or the “dark nights” of their soul because they are afraid of being judged and rejected.
Let us be open and I pray that we will all have at least one person who we can pour our hearts out to if need be and seek prayer and counsel from because therein begins the healing process.

Email us if you need prayer, counsel or just a listening ear. We also have resources or information  that may be helpful to you:

Prayer (Mental Health)

Dear Heavenly Father,

I pray for those suffering a paralysis of mind and life in general, unable to move on due to hidden childhood scars rooted in abuse and rejection which has resulted in a scarred life; attitudes and acts that continue to be damaging to them and those around them. 

Father you know what each of us has been through and goes through on a daily basis. We cannot hide anything from you. 

I ask that you heal us in our inner man, and deliver us from pretence and falsehood so that our true selves, who you created us to be would emerge fully to the glory of your name. 

For those who are yours in Christ, we desire to be effective witnesses of your kingdom so heal us completely so that we can do the good that we know to do according to your word. 

I pray that you will graciously draw to yourself, multitudes who are suffering in general and particularly in relation to their mental health, that they will find healing and comfort in your Word and the ministry of deliverance in the power of your Holy Spirit.  

In Jesus name I pray, Amen.