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  MAY 9  May 9, Nothing good, nothing nice Ghana’s cloud nine, Became sour like lime Confusing like a rhyme, No one could find Jesus Christ,   to turn blood into wine It all began when fans said that the score line, Was not the answer from the dice That the decisions of the referees were all lies. Their actions called for teargas in the skies With the peppery smoke itching their eyes, They began to run for their lives Confined and denied by stampede, They began heading towards 6 feet Some run and cried, Others couldn’t survive Alas, no matter how they tried, The news could not become sublime They paid dearly for their lives, What an expensive fine! That Wednesday was our dark Wednesday, It became a story of ashes to ashes My fellow Catholics, Remember us in prayers on Ash Wednesday Never again, Will there be a day Or a May Where lives will be displayed, On cold floors in the mortuary Never again, Should the...

  AFRO- DIET   Brown Microsoft skin, Basking in the sun at the beach Beautiful and full of joy but she has problems, Eating her up like an earthworm She is from the dry fields, That grew your favourite cotton You shackled and soiled her body, A torture she stomached daily She bled as she bent, The thorns as well, would not repent They kept on pricking her to the chest, Since you demanded to be dressed She is the beauty of the millennium, An era of technology and weapons Yet, you still soiled her body sordidly, Because she sought for her rights in public Didn’t my thick ebony queen, Serve you with her hot meals After licking her plate to the core, Your appreciation, was to push her to the wall Didn’t she scrub your tiles? Didn’t she rearrange your desperate life? How dare you call her cheap? How dare you name her as a bitch? She is everything including you For she brought you from her beneath, And she showed you her beneat...