THE STREET LIFE

We are black naggers On the street full of beggars Life is hard, making most of us waggers Don’t forget most of us are twiggers So we hit the street, so our babies will feed A day sick, the household bleeds So we struggle with all kinds of breeds A few noble ones, the rest full of greed. At sunset, we rush home with our little vittle Though not enough, it's quite a mantle We would watch our babies guttle A sight that sometimes makes us tootle. We do this so our children won’t end up as street urchins Though sometimes we wished to be consumed in our sleep by griffins, Click here We will never give up, even in our pains For our children see us as paladins. By: Isaac Cobbinah Songs of Hope - Ink of De_Governor ✍🏿️ Melodies of the Heart
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REMINISCENCE

 


(Broken Promises)

“It’s O-V-E-R”

“I can’t be in this relationship again”

“I’m fed up with these troubles”

“Please let’s end it here and go our separate ways”


So it ended.

When rose petals turns into bitter leaf

When the love of my life (LOML) becomes the heaviest burden ever to carry,

They all forget the promises they made.


Have you forgotten so soon at the cinema, 

Where you promised to stay with me all day anywhere?


Don’t you remember that night on the deserted lonely street,

When we held hands and walked up and down the street,

Promising to go down the dark tunnels and come out with me all the time?


Don’t you remember that holiday at the beach

Where you promised to make my happiness your priority?


Have you forgotten that hot afternoon at the restaurant

Where you promised to trip the world with me to see beautiful sceneries?


If you missed "The Day You Lied", kindly click here to read.


Don’t you remember the day you told me you will help me build that golden business dream?


Don’t you remember that cold breezy night on the rooftop,

When we discussed the number of children we would have and their names?


Have you forgotten so soon when you told me,

“A day without you hearing my voice is like catching cold 

In harmattan season and been placed on ventilator because you can’t stay?


Above all, don’t you remember you told me you love me?

What happened to all those promises?

Why can’t you remember all those intimate days we shared?


Don’t you remember the memories we created together?    

Why can’t you remember all those promises?

I wish you could, for I am really hurt and broken.

Remember.

Please remember me.


By: Isaac Cobbinah


Hearts of Praise

Ink of De_Governor ✍🏾

Melodies of our Voices

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