NABIL MENSAH

 

Future Goals
 
I haven't accomplished as much as i'd love to but for what i have been able to do in retrospect, i have reason to raise my head up high.

Business World

  • Manager of Customer Service Trainee at the Bank of Nova Scotia
  • I have developed and run sales and marketing campaigns for the Hamilton Spectator and World Vision/Russ Reid to help them meet their sales objectives.
  • I have recruited and trained staff to run these campaigns effectively over the years.

    Technical World

    I have developed websites, desktop support for
  • The McMaster Center For Dance,Dance and Technology
  • The Office of the Board of Governors, McMaster University,
  • The Utilities Services, McMaster University boiler Room
  • The Center For Student Development, McMaster University
    Leadership Website
    Events Website
  • My Fourth Year Thesis, Computer Science, McMaster University Content Management System (CMS) - In Progress

    Four years in University

    I am completing my undergraduate degree in Honors Economics and Computer Science with a minor in Commerce.

    Humanitarianism

  • I spearhead a sub-group of the living hope Christian assembly, called a cell group ministry/care group.
  • I am the proud founder and president of MacH.E.L.P (Help Empower the Less Privileged), where I seek to use my influence to empower the McMaster community to act on humanitarian issues around the world.

    Writing Literature:

    I enjoy writing, any form it takes as long as it is gratifying to the reader. I have written lots of poems, articles, stories and newsletters just for the fun of it. I guess it is what they call hobby. I don't take myself very seriously;.... but really if everyone walking around is as serious as they look, the world would be a much more effiecient place, don't you think?.

    Poems: Original work by Nabil Acheampong - copyright protected (Year 2000)

    FEARS

    I hear the sound of the distant thunder

    Bellowing to pronounce the incoming rain

    I hear the roars of a distant lion

    Roars that alarm its feeble prey

    I hear the screams of the distant mother

    Labour and pain, the inevitable liability

    I discern the untold fear of the future

    The fear no one unveils

    To humankind

     

     

     

    THE HEART OF THE WICKED

    Beyond all fears and flight

    Overlooking every guilt and remorse

    Oblivious of likely negative repercussions

    The heart of stone rolls cold

    Dull! Not as bright as gold

    Hidden with its imperfections and prejudices

    Ashamed; and yet glad to conceal its deeds

    The deeds done in the dark and yet

    Unadorned outside like a broad daylight

     

     

    To knowledge

     

     

    LOVE AND EMOTIONS

    It struck me like a sharp pain

    Feelings and emotions that seemed vain

    Deep down it hurts so badly

    Never surfacing to reveal its ugly touch

    It outstreches beyond its boundaries

    Showing no remorse for my fragile heart

    Mixed emotions of hope joy and pain

    Well.. I know my plight shall be made known

    To Abla

     

    HATRED OF MAN

    Dreadful is the sound of the rain

    Accompanied by its furious lightening

    It smashes against the ceiling with rage

    Mercilessly tearing down anything in its way

    It flows briskly down its drains

    As wild as it appears, yet deep down

    It satisfies the thirsty earth with abundance

     

     

    To the curious

     

    SERENE

    Call me anything you want

    Just don't try to judge

    Remember i bear no grudge

    Live like a prince and never pant

    I am no smug

    Never treat me like a rag

    I am cool, cool like any river

    Flow through my banks forever

    Remember i do feel depressed

    But never have i felt obsessed

    Through out my life i have been at ease

    Never been a hypocrite to please

    Sure i have my aims and objectives

    Making sure not to be possessive

    Ambitious?, Yes i can call myself

    Idleness has always made useless the shelf

    Gorgeously dressed like a bride

    But never have i condoned pride

    Fears! the word i have i have always feared

    Yes i sometimes shiver like a wet bird

    when i am all alone on my cold bird

    I don't feel like the color red

    Although i have never been a coward

    I sometimes feel like i have been backward

    To lovers of Peace

     

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    The Editor,
    Silhouette (McMaster University)

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