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Try to hold me down Make me look bad in town Push me into the water to drown No tears in my eyes Criticize everything I do Tear me apart into two Tell them all your saying is true No tears in my eyes Try to look down on me Send me down on my knee Wish for the sea to swallow me No tears in my eyes Pull me down along the street All the bullying , ~repeat~ No tears in my eyes Try to sway my outlook on life Cut my throat with a knife Keep disturbing my world like mice No tears in my eyes No tears in my eyes, because I try to fantasize the words "I don't care" Darling, ...let them say it, let them do it, Be the strong person you are,there shouldn't be tears in your eye... Article By: Mensah Gwen Patricia.

         Over the years, the African continent has been prone to lots of changes. We can all understand that these changes have had substantial effects on us as a continent. One of these changes is none other than technology. Technology has spread like wildfire across the African continent. The use of mobile gadgets and others have made things quite easier, no doubt. Particularly social media, which is our item under the spotlight today. With all the enormous amount of information social media passes around, has it succeeded or failed to enhance Africa’s development?        Development in Africa in all aspects, is moving at a slower pace. Government leaders often try to justify this by simply stating that there are not enough foreign aids. However, people are beginning to realize how dissipated the Governments have been to access of foreign funds. In other words, their eyes are open now. But how can others hear ab...

Shadows cast, lights out, flashback! Off the dance floor, down to the golden mattress Fantasy did touch the lips and hips of reality No stress, no chorus, no applause Just self-indulged copulatory commentary That threw millions of spermatozoa in a dicey race. A race, with just two rules: *win by ace or death is the case* Shadows lengthened, lights on, behold the present! Kudos to you! You won that exterminatory contest; yet with no bones, no expertise. Here, destiny challenges us to gladiatorial combats For this you must hear The rules may not always be fair Opponents ruthlessly attack -- with both club, dagger and spear While the crowd hiss and tease with every setback you face in the arena -- That invokes series of intimidating atmosphere. It matters not, if the throes are heftier than River Mississippi Any3mi, si wo trimu pi... And buckle up! It matters not, the count of defeats you record Just don't fall on your sword; set up a comeback -- I mean buckle...

Government institutions have, in recent times, come under lots of scrutiny from the general public. The exposure from much coveted investigative journalist, Anas only revealed the depth of rot at these places. It is no new news to hear about the unethical behaviours that deface our public sector all  because  many people in these institutions do not see the need to be responsible for the outcome these institutions produce at the end the day. Evidently, both the ‘powers that be’ and the masses are alike answerable to this impunity. We all do share in the blame , every single individual of the country because we have not raised up our heads to say "no more" and have not made our confessions of repentance with a firm decision to do right by the country. To begin with, one major cause of the social menace is the overload of work being assigned to subordinates by their supervisors in other words exhibition of laziness by the leaders. Once a person manages to hurdle t...

I remember when your affection corrupted my conscience _Nothing made sense but you_ _Nothing mattered but you_ _Nothing made me twitch more than you_ I remember when your delicate hands displaced my strongest foundations _Made me roll my eyes backwards in ecstasy_ _Made me curl my toes in unimaginable pleasure_ _Made me swallow your fountain of sputum in sheer lust_ I remember when we damaged ourselves in our infatuation _For with you, every pain was amorously bearable_ _For with you, dying is just one of those phases_ _For with you, murder was a necessary evil should hurdles arise I remember how dramatic I was _I wanted to see the very end of eternity with you _I wanted to die knowing that I lived and loved _I wanted to idolize every inch of the earth your feet blessed Now I don't want to remember.... Rick Biggerman (Staff writer - agpg) Review and edited by agpg editorial board

Mr. Independent I don't know what to give you I don't know what to get you Mr. Independent You control time and space But you don't know how they function Mr. Independent You give love in essence But you don't know how to earn it   You thought me how to cave in To your needs and wanting I don't know what to get you That will lift my ego A giving that will weigh than feathers I see through you But I didn’t see who you were before you rose to Independence, independence, independ... Now, I see through you But I didn't see who you were before You formed ashes in the clouds My independent When I give you gold coins You swallow them And they return as gold leaves Mr. Independent When I clean your floors Your pour unto it debris When I distill your water You pour in earth I can't think what to get you     Mr. Independent you said Clothes are for those Who are naked and can be seen Tha...

A smote into our hearts When our sons disregard our hunts Look they spake of a revolution Hearkenin to its civilization Harsh! You hear of their nuts And turned gay to their chants Yet its complexity never satisfied your anxiety Your memories are filled with darkness, Which can never lighten up your curiosity For we taught we have moulded your hearts We cried for your impetuous acceptance Their erronous culture never suited you but you undoubtedly followed Did we not clothe you? Did we not feed you? Did we not teach you? Your bodies now refuse to be clothed Your mouth now neglects her breast Your mind keeps on to be entangled with fear You look but never see Your *eyes* never heard our cries Why do you besought now? When you Don't even know where your leg stands. Nichole Jane Asare 09/09/17