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



Episode 4

To Delali I write,


Financial accountment

Financial literacy

Prompt response to requests

Duty-bond dutiful being

Are few words employed in trying to describe you.


From midnight of balancing sheets

To dwans of recording entries

A tale only a hand few can tell

Lonely nights we shared

Stay-backs we endured,

In order to get and set the records straight.


You were married to books, pens and calculators

You sacrificed the sacred 

And you defied the odds against you 

In order to make things right,

With your fashioned style of record-keeping.

Gentle fresh guy with figures;

I bet you cannot stand his work rate.

You will not be forgotten in memory.


The Financial Secretary 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

13/01/2022

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