Learning is like a wheelWhich goes round and round and round and round…and stops…resetsAnd goes round and round and round and roundIn an order unending IIThat is why hearts can change to change a headThat’s why heads can change to change mindsThat’s why minds can change to change proclamationsThat’s why present proclamations must define…and not […]
Drums, like many other instruments, are interesting thingsWhich require an action to produce its singalingalingsActions should be just like that, a call and act missionSo why is Zaara still in a harrased prisonAfter she shed her body selling season? IIKwaku Manu uses her buttocks as drums…playing at will whenever he meets herKojo Adzidzonu uses her […]
Strange range Change arranges not emotions It scatters to litter in bitter happiness Or happy bitterness Like a painter who is colour blind Then carves familiarity like a new wife And makes all humans new husbands II strange range Wigs were once wicked spirits’ possessions Which needed days of emptied stomachs To deliver in heavenly […]
The rhythm of falling Plays not in one house But all Esi’s roots were in solid gold Abena’s roots were in filthy gutter mud Their minds were in contrast Esi’s complacency showed Abena’s hard working mind prayed To ascend the ladder of gold Time held no hands The golden tree developed gutter […]
Staying cooped up? You’re not a store crap Cut the doleful mien and wake up! Revolutionize and fly with wings. Living a gossip? You are like the cow oblivious of being taken to the abattoir Cut the repulsive trait secure that foul gate and carefully ruminate Living for fun? Life is a journey […]
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