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ANGEL Flying Close to GROUND She died, Her body on top of that car Tears from heaven, can’t be dried, It’s an angel’s death heard from afar Softly she’s been cuddled, By the UN automobile The whole world starts to unravel, Why those lovely eyes are sealed Was it because she couldn’t make a good wife, Was it depression? That cut through her like a knife, With suicide as the answer to her question

CHRISTINE C’est vous que je vois, Une mère extraordinaire Que je dois faire ? Évidement votre hospitalité est rafraîchissante- comme l’eau que je boive Sûrement, vous recueilleriez, Le fruit de votre travail Et quoi vous exigez, Dieu vous écoute, aujourd'hui et l’au-delà

LEGAL HUSTLERS You called it the gutter, We called it the ghetto You wanted butter, We had gold You have no right to be the judge_ To criticize and condemn, And no yardstick to measure. Because in the hood, True homies make you feel good An unexpected birth, Worst of a ghetto child But trust me, he is cute and mild A substance of worth, Nothing to destroy his mirth Once again you are no judge, Jury or executioner, Telling them their lives are on the edge Who is to say they are right or wrong, To live their life as an outlaw all along.    

Dr Matthew Opoku Prempeh, the Minister of Education, has said there is the need to promote the French Language across the country. He said a study conducted by the Foundation for International Development Study and Research revealed that if countries share a common language it boosts their international trade by about 30 per cent. He said this was because the common language factor makes it easier for businesses to move across borders. https://www.newsghana.com.gh/we-must-promote-french-language-in-ghana-minister/ I see this as a good idea, since we all know the importance of studying more languages French especially as businesses and academic is concerned. With institutions like Alliance Francaise, such opportunities must be utilized to be able to perk up the language fluently.

WINDS FROM the SAHARA Hear the Aeolian plains speak; Among the grains of sand, Lies within, the bodies of the weak Leaving their dear homelands, In search of greener pastures Their bodies scavenged by the vultures What couldn’t they find in their abodes? Is it peace, love or wealth? The scorching sun deteriorating their health We are now left with such load Burying their bodies beneath, Nothing but our prayers, a wreath Their destination they couldn’t reach, Their families they couldn’t see What we have left is to teach, Not to travel illegally, by land or sea The normal routine they must follow For that they shall be able to go.                                                     ...