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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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THE UNSEEN BREASTS AND PREGNANCY OF A FATHER

A TRIBUTE TO AUNTIE YAA

LAST WISH

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AN EULOGY TO AUNTIE YAA

NEW YEAR; PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE

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THE HEART OF A YOUNG MAN

I HAVE BEEN A VICTIM

THE IMPACT OF COVID-19 ON THE EDUCATIONAL SECTOR