Standing hereI know I screwed it upI told you I’ll always be thereBut I’ve screwed it up While the emotions still pendI don’t know where to startI don’t even know how it’ll endBut I just want to be a part We had a lot togetherWe made plans togetherIt was just the startI never knew we…
History cannot be penned down without a call for action.For this reason, we owe and adore you.Your name gives us joy and rings sweet melodies of success into our ears. Your territories are full of knowledge and wisdom.We drink and dine from your passion to always achieve greatness. We believe in writing a brilliant story…
Most times I feel wearyI become emotional and drearyLoneliness and boredom become alliesSometimes, my sadness cries for butterflies I try to be calm, and keep a cool demeanorBut deep inside lies a burning fire, very destructiveOne that eats me up bit by bitEnhancing my frustration and depression My thoughts I can’t controlMy melancholy I conceal…
At the year’s endComes a joyful breezeJust like the ones that never cease With hearts full of joyPalms cloth with giftsDwellings branded as Toy Here is the seasonIt is a revolutionThat brings resolution Let’s fix the orderEmbracing each otherLike the nuts and bolts Let’s reason togetherAnd smile together Written By: Erlie Physhers (Abuku Emmanuel Kwaku)…
Wandering across roads,like lonely cords without headsDiscarded garments are their coatsThey embrace the icy breeze all nightBitter kisses they shower on sunny days Their voices sound like echoesWept in the heart,produced through the mouthLike southern echoes heard in the north,They sound very faint While the masters feed and smile,They wait patiently across the streetWearing pale…
If I share not the message of the crossAnd if I give an empty look to the salvation of the worldThen in all things I count but lossFor what good again can I do to the dying world? If I can not share the goodness of the lossAnd if I can not ignore the pleasures…
Lost in thoughts, carried away by wounds and mysteries of life yet consumed by hope that my story could be different. I’ve got to act and play differently, both sweet and sour the wounds may be. And trying hard to paint the wounds and change the story, passion is the only friend that sticks with…
Let me be the last if not the first to tell you thisThe story is not over yetNo one is comingNo one is coming to your aid now, that’s a betYou got to pick yourself up and continue doing life The movies, tours and books that inspired you gravelyWhat really happened to them?Did they only…
BLIND DATE It was a mild afternoon when I was enjoying my leisure trying to clear my head off the many shackles of life ranging from work to family and to the society. It was a solemn day for me. Amidst my thoughts, I heard my phone rang but my mind was engrossed in the…
My heart beats a rhythm of oldIt is a simple complex sound that has foldA western wind blew on Africa long agoIt was seen as it flowBeautiful was it in the oldBut now it cannot hold It has brought a wonderful reformI wouldn’t say it was uniformFormal education,the court systemImproved health,good transport systemJust to mention…