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My voice,so thick of unshed emotions Assisted by my protruding red eyes of heavy tear drops like mangoes falling hard on the ceiling of my eyelid With my hands shaking, blatantly refusing to be stable An overwhelming tumult of emotions clad by the icy fingers of sorrows A void of loneliness you left in my heart;marred by a deep wound,scarlet scar that burns deep down my soul like a hot iron slammed unto my disfigured face Pushed away by the same hands that gently brought me at ease when in distress with my heart bleeding profusely like water gushing out of a pipe hole Your partial rejection constantly flashes upon my blur memory like a horror movie but so I searched longingly hoping to see you cast a glance at my pleading eyes. Poem By: Faustina Boadi, Accra-Ghana.

 In this world, people go all extents to make things happen. The rich and poor both have their own way of doing things. It becomes so disheartening when the rich decide not to open up to help the poor. Well, you wouldn't know whether the poor asked and didn't receive but the thing is, can't the rich also see? Can't they see people need help around them? It becomes disturbing when the rich rather sit somewhere and talk ill about the poor; say things like ,"they are lazy or because of the bad life they led that is why they are suffering today"(which could be true in some situations) and other morale-breaking statements.   It leaves me to look at things the way I see them without being judgmental, yeah, because you don't know the pains, worries and hatred that drives some people to do what they do(dubious acts). It looks like they had no choice. Let us consider this situation. A young boy of age say fifteen is not being catered for by his parents. He has rel

As they continue to hail the hypocrites and call them heroes,  As they worship lousy liars,  I stand and watch in great sorrow.  As they brutalize the few brave truth tellers and cast them out of the society,  I stand and watch with great fear.  Truth! The enemy of my society. As the mad men are been made kings and the wise are now living in the psychiatric,  I stand and watch in great astonishment.  Gradually every pillar within the society is being broken,  The society is being turned upside down.  I stand and watch whiles we welcome our enemies and organizes great feast for them  I stand and watch when they openly, under our naked eyes steal our precious commodities and we just smile at them.  I stand and watch them tell us to throw away our identity and take theirs  They claim their names are the only names ordained by God  They claim that accepting their customs are the only way you can go to heaven.  They trick us!  And steal from us!  The

Indeed, there is no doubt how it hurts being offended and disappointed by the people we love and cherish most in our lives. There are times in life that we sacrifice everything we have in other to make others happy, but they pay us back with pains and sorrows. There are times that we show people love and prove to them how we cherish them, but they later become our enemies.  Those are the times that if God doesn’t cushion our hearts, we are tempted to kill the very people we use to love through curses (duabo), acid spray and anything unacceptable. I wrote this piece not to aggravate your pains from people's hurt, but to let you know that it is the beauty of life to go through those tempting moments, because they help you to appropriate your steps and make you a better person, therefore, you must let it go. We may certainly care and love people who won’t do same in return. When this happens, we are tempted to swear never to love again nor sacrifice for others. That shouldn’t be

     Slowly it moves, Down to the next minute, and the little that move never returns Ooh how foolish I was to watch it tig away. How do I recover my wasted time? Pls someone help me turn back the hand of time. For thousands of things I wish to do. If I plead with it, will it at least wait? How long will it wait for me to correct my mistakes? oooh time!!!! Why rule us with so much violence? You have no friend, even when we all want to be ur friend. Oooh time, how I wish you could be my friend so I can lazy around without you leaving me behide. Tig tag - tig tag, it moves slowly, as if its waits but to no mans favour. If only I could turn back the hand of time, the world will be a better place. #Think Poetry. Article By: Richard Innocent.