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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UNSENT LETTERS (3)




 Episode 3

To Victoria I write,


Many have been said

The stories narrated

My "womb" was ever pregnant

For with you on my side,

Victory is certain.


From staying-put to agreed options

To not relenting when setbacks came

Being firm and strong has been you

Tenderness and selflessness, the by products of your commitment

Click here to read episode 2


Frequent checkup

Putting my welfare first

She would say " Prezo, now eat and rest"

Indeed in the chest of a woman houses not only the extension of the tender breast 

But also an abode of care and affections

I will choose you over and again.


The WOCOM of my tenure,

We served without fear nor favor! 

We stood by what is right in the interest of posterity.

We were never interested in rewards, because posterity, they say, is the best reward.

One day, 

Just one day,

The true story will be told.


We'd be fine

E do aa, pray

For 

E get a why


Unsent Letters

- Ink of De_Governor✍🏿

Melodies of the Quill

12/01/2022

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