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  EYES CLEARED Source_@pinterest When the sun retires to bed And the moon stretches out And nothing comes from us They shut the main gate at us, And boxed us into perdition We cried, giggled and cried, Cos our hands weren’t tied Maybe our time hasn’t yet come For we’ve walked many paths, Yet the end is not friendly But we still keep trying, Until things are well cooked But we still smile, Yeah Coming out like a sparkling wine, In God’s own time We feel fine, With no worries clotting our mind Our eyes cleared No dey mean say we be eye-red Please, delete that idea, For we are determined with our hands and legs So trust in us, we are capable Why should we feel discouraged? Why should the shadows block our way? Why should our hearts feel lonely? When our hope dwells in the books so holy When the sun retires to bed Remember us as legends Not weak men, Who made no stipends Rather, we tried and none cared, We sailed on ev...

  BLACK APPLE Source_@ 2020Photography Your body type, Falls in line With your heavenly vibes, And seducing styles Your risky rides, Deafens my cries It comes as a pleasant rhyme, Sweeping me away like the ocean tides I am alive, Because of your dead lines I have arrived, At your landmines Nobody has survived, Your breath-taking eyes That’s why I confide, In what lies between your thighs Your sparkling black hair, Seems to absorb every light Your glittering sight, Paralyzes me in a wheelchair You look ravishing ever, As the stars in the skies You are a bad weather, To any incoming flight Your nine wonders, Conquers Just y our four corners, and my staff concurs Your rare fruit, I can’t refuse Your set dues, I pay without any excuse Your innovations, Call for a standing ovation They are way beyond my imagination, A spellbinding situation Black apple, You sparkle You have us shackled, In your dreaded jun...

  INFAMOUS Cocoa Farmers at Bieni Cocoa Station❤ II A round of applause To the pushers of tipper trucks, and remover of prettier dross Our joy never stops, For your unsung works and songs Kudos bro! II To he who rides a dangerous horse, Then wakes with full force In order to set the table at all cost We appreciate your brave course Infamous! III He sleeps in a kiosk, Eager to make profit not loss Yet, life shows no remorse, To his toils Sorry boss, For not seeing your efforts IV Sweats seeping out of your pores, Hurts seeing you bending those iron rods But above all, You still make it to the top floors  V Master builder of fine forts, You have really fought Regardless of your faults. Please don’t stop VI Break those walls, Bend the laws Call the shots, You are someone with a purpose VII Many talk all sorts, Calling you dealers of weed and tramadol But don’t they know paracetamol, Isn’t the only cure — To your bruising sores VIII They say you abuse alco...

  BLACKOUT What’s in a world filled with insecurities? Our waterbodies brown like tea What’s in a world filled with injustices? No solution to the helpless citizenry The nation hard like WASSCE, Pockets filled with nothing Situations piling up like electricity bills, And nothing to amend this shit I beg no sympathy For my dark and lovely I beg no sympathy For my misery But it is what it is, Her sweet love extinguished She sacrificed hers for mine, By standing in the shadow so I could shine Gave up her last breath, Without her last words If anyone here can relate How it feels to lose a favourite Save me from this terrible fate, For it hurts seeing her cold face Help me stay alive and safe, Strengthen me with words of faith Death is venomous than a snake, Sharper than a fan blade Death brings disgrace, It fled home with my wife, Grace Death disguises in many ways, Intimidating us like the last days In a country filled wi...

  FLY HIGH The older I get! The more I think, You only get a minute Better live while you’re in it, ‘Cos it’s gone in a blink Some of us can’t sleep, Others wish it’s just a dream And somebody like me, I’m fucked up in this shit The older I get The truer it is, ‘It is the people you love’ Not the money and stuff, That makes you rich Heaven isn’t far from you Heaven won’t reject you What I learnt from you, Has been kindness, love and everything good We will keep on tilling, In what you believed in We will keep your dream, Fresh and green The older I get The longer I pray I don’t know why I guess that I Have more to say Till we meet…Tilly Till we meet, Thank you for the memories. B.Y.E. 21 MAY 7 Rest well Matilda, your kindness exceeds our words.🌹   

  THE MOUNTAIN WE CLIMB Source @godkingguyanese She is the vine She is divine She is the rhyme, Keeping us strong and alive She is our eternal life, Wondrous as the heavenly signs She has been designed to be pretty and bad for our dark nights She is curvy as sixty-nine She is our sweet and holy wine Whatever, she is the mountain we climb She is our blacksmith, Forging us into warm plain sheets She is maternity, Delivering us onto white bedsheets With her efforts, we’ve become malleable, Processed into something valuable She is our holy ground, Our firm background The mountain we climb Drinks in the sun’s rays She vomits out its beauty, Splattering melanin across her skin Our supreme being, Got the swag and drip She shoulders everything inside Indeed, she’s the mountain we climb We are like Jack and Jill, Tumbling down into her valley We really have no stamina Stopping us from her pretty phenomena Our mountain is u...

  MOTHER’S DAY Source @blackarchives She loved a lot in her time, A blessing to many souls She even stood in the shadows, In order for others to shine She is the prettiest flower, In God’s garden of love After today, You won’t see them again that’s how they- Celebrate their mothers on this day When the soul leaves her body, You shall see them rushing with wreaths Penning down all sorts of tributes, With lesser truth in it Meanwhile, when she was alive, They saw her as a witch A thorn in their skins, Irritating like an itch To the nipples that fed me, To the hands that caressed me To the arms that sheltered me, To the eyes that stared at me I engrave nothing but blessings, On your hard works. B.Y.E. 21 JANUARY 24