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Heard concerns about my whereabouts, When my presence has always been at the ward Constantly delivering and my birth is a fair amount Of the results – which is out with a baby on board May Day! May Day! Il faut m'aider  Renovation works ongoing in my head Cos it's pregnant with ideas Call in the surgeon for his dividers – It feels like these lines have me heavily wired My mind is choked with garlic knots Quite full of loaded tots  Like will there be a ranch dressing on a sundae? Or, when a French fries is there ever a flambé? If a widow's mite is all the strength she has Might she be able to raise milky bars? If what goes around, comes around had a name Will that be a boomerang? When a trigger happy policeman Shoots his shot at a black kid, Does that make him a pervert or a racist? If I play with the hearts of women  Am I a gambler or a playboy who loves to play, sis? Many thought I'd fold like an origami piece Well, here's my olive branch for their wreath  May thei...

She used to be a library of memories, Telling us where she was during the solar eclipse Not a tailor yet she stitched conversations so well That would make you wonder if she was a toastmaster She used to be an ocean of happiness, Drowning many in her laughter and jokes Truthfully speaking, her stories was a spaceship – Taking us trips to a different planet Wasn't she a galaxy for little stars like us? Vast – that we couldn't contain her past  Wasn't she a mountain with peaks in the tropics? Climaxing us with accurate historical topics Today, the woman who birthed me, Has no knowledge of my birthday  Occasionally, she mistakes me for others And it surprises me if she's really being honest  Most often, we'd jump into assumptions – Thinking it might be menopause  But the bitter truth of her health is a consumption  That's she suffering from a huge memory loss I have become the punchbag to this shocking news Sometimes, I wear my smiles for her despite the bruise C...

Oh Father who art in heaven, Does that mean artists draw inspirations from you? Our palette holds too many strokes of burden, Yet, your guidance helps us find the perfect hue Aren't we Young Sheldons? Answering to many pep talks about our city's blues Mostly, it's difficult to tell what the Lord's serving, Yet, I know his grapes are one of the things he brews                                    II In the desert with my ears to the ground, I heard better days are coming with full speed My joy knows no bound, Has me moving my arms and legs like Bruce Lee Heavy lies the head that wears the crown No wonder this true vine got thorns but fruits juicy Peacefully sticking to my guns for another round, My arms are ready to fire bloody shots like an Uzi                                  III Pharisees with chali...

  I don’t need to play chess To notice you as my queen I don’t need to take pictures To capture you on my screen                    © Men have offered many prayers To have you as their twin But who needs papers? When the grasses on your sides are evergreen                    © See, I am a son of a seaman – So when I see you I am like see man You make a man with no plans get wet dreams Heads up to the head you give which affects me                    © I have tried seeking favours To save myself from your scenes Yet I end up saying cheers, To another toast of your deadly sins                  ...

Was told by a rail worker, There was light at the end of the tunnel Packed my things and moved to Mecca, My pilgrimage - a terrestrial channel I ignored every woodpecker, Trying to dim the solar on my panel Blessings came with a double decker Entering non-stop through my funnel                      ❷ Rep your school, I dey rep my school of thoughts Man for talk ein mind at all cost – Cos nowhere cool Businessman behind bars, My case is brief Calculate my currency in cards – Ace of spades not a heart full of grief                       ❸ Uncertain of what the future holds, But I am certain it's not a degree Made of sand and gold – My creation is a fine filigree My moves don't come with subtitles, How can you read them? In the ring adorned with many titles Success is my ™️!                    ❹ Up above building castles, No need t...

STANZA 1 She no longer asks the mirror, Who the prettiest girl is She no longer bothers the crystal ball, Who it thinks, the most fairest is She confidently accepts who she is- by staring at it She flaunts her reflected beauty, by just taking a selfie And with just a click, The world hears of this Eve STANZA 2 In her tweet, she proclaims that she is a beauri and a ten She is well built and proud of the woman, She is becoming This is the story of the 21st century girl STANZA 3 But has she conquered her fears? Is she aware of the ill thoughts of her peers? Is her heart tough as a haven? To shelter her from evil ravens STANZA 4 Is she prepared to face? those horrid comments on her space For the outside world, Doesn’t give a damn When it comes to breaking, Wrenching and eating hearts. BeYunus 🐳  2023.

I Let me dress You with my address Rehearse You inside my hearse Put me to test With your breast And see who cares, About your stress II Accept my request To be part of the quest Exchange my forest With your forex Journeying to your west, I search for eternal rest On your hot desert And cold Everest III Allow me to invest In your bulletproof vest A profitable business, You would never regret You know I detest To see you depressed That is why my lips thirst, For the sweets on your chests IV Feed me huge litres, of your sweet bitters Cos future leaders Depend on those figures... ■BeYunus 🐳  2023●

   MEN-ACE We shoot our shot, cos we can't tell when our battery might go down We shoot our shot, cos the actions of our muses happen in split seconds And we the shot shooters and callers must seize the moment Therefore, don't see marksmen as a sign of bad omen Or a menace in your face We have been sent by the great to procreate An amazing grace, at your holy place. BeYunus 🐳

....The sense in our leaders have evaporated Whatever they do doesn't seem ideal They tell us year of roads, But we keep on catching cold We are paying levies upon levies, Only to see our siblings getting buried Instead of building bridges and getting ferries, They hold needless dialogues on terrorists Leaders are sending us to biblical ages, With workers lamenting for their wages Repatriates are looting our mineral resources, As well as polluting our water bodies We are doomed as a nation, And I pity the unborn generations For when they settle in our abodes- We might have insufficient oil, bought with gold.... @BeYunus 

  @MichaelKennethWilliams😪 All those whom I promised, To pay them back in kind All those who tried helping me, To make it better in life Can be found nowhere but, Deep down in the ground And that shit really hurts!                .... Though that wasn't the plan, But life is life, man And in the process of changing the game, I took to the streets to make some pay But no job will hire, An unexperienced guy             .... It's whom you know, Not what you know Sadly, I went to syto, And the friends I made were from the ghetto Some came from the zongos- And none from rich homes                .... Therefore, I looked myself in the mirror and decided to move on I wouldn't let fate break me, So, I took to daylight robbery                .... Now this is where it has landed me, Mentally cuffed, physically in prison All my efforts have bee...

  @FJ studios   I'm a visual artist, Able to picture your moves A player with hat tricks, Eager to have you as my golden boots My examination malpractice, Is stealing glances at you And no one can catch me, Not even a whiff of my perfume I am not a praying mantis, but I yearn to have you as my food I am a politician with rough tactics, Aiming to orchestrate a coup I am like John the Baptist, Capable of washing you in my pool Although I am not a Catholic, I will always worship your ceramic statue BeYunus 🐳 JANUARY 2023.

I have been sent to many praying centres, Beaten and bruised because I can’t string a sentence And unable to excel- Amongst my friends Daddy can’t understand, Why I keep sinking academically like sand And mummy is still confused, Why I keep saying refuse instead of refuse Why I keep writing son as sun, And mistaking father as farther Therefore, they went in search of a red goat, And a black rabbit They killed animals for my sake, And added anointing oil to my plate All in the quest of making me, An unemployed graduate No one bothered at how I paddled my boat, Or whether I felt at home I am nothing but the black sheep, In a Black family There is no love here! STANZA 2 I have been criticised, beaten and chastised, Yet still, I confuse crisis with Christ There is a quiet loudness, Deafening me inside I have no one to turn to! And oh! When I think there is refuge, In my friends at school My world takes a sharp turn, Just because I can’t read or spell...

  Mohammed Dauda launches maiden book titled ‘Chattel’ OCTOBER 16, 2021   Anthony Atito   448 0 Playwright Mr Mohammed Dauda launched his maiden book in Accra last Sunday. Titled Chattel, the 196 page book when disjoined simply means ‘Chat’ and ‘Tell’. The book speaks about slavery and emancipation in the late Fifteenth Century where Aggrey Tandoh, a prince of a kingdom, defies the orders of his father by freeing the slaves. Aggrey dreams of travelling abroad in his pursuit of freedom. Along the line, he falls in love with a slave and, because of his choices; his royal status is stripped, affecting his chances of travelling abroad. Speaking about what prompted him to put down such piece, Dauda said that in one way or the other, “there are numerous trials which people encountered in their lives hence such a piece.” He noted that the play was dedicated to the souls that perished and the families that broke through slavery. He, therefore, extended his gratitude to Mr Prince ...

  Boy with head deformity needs support OCTOBER 30, 2021   admin   469 0 Social support organisation, Dorcas Madjitey Foundation, has appealed to the general public to come to the aid of 12-year-old Joseph Agbeshie who is in critical condition. Joseph is suffering from an abnormal enlargement of the head which has led to other health conditions, including improper dental formation and function. The condition has again affected the boy’s spleen, sense of hearing and sight, implying that doctors would have to “remove his teeth and rearrange them to enable his mouth to close properly.” Founder of the organisation, Madam Dorcas Madjitey, said Joseph’s mother, Janet Avuni, is a petty trader and single mother with little means to cater for her son as well as the cost of the surgery hence the call on other benevolent individuals and organisations for support. She made the appeal through The Spectator after making a presentation to the boy at her residence last Saturday at Ashaim...