People curse and abuse me because I’m black,For any damn thing my colour is under attack… Deeply misunderstood I’m used as a symbol for death and mourning,but without my darkness, there will be no morning… Other colours get subsumed into me under my influence,Blending their qualities to bolster my strength for a purpose… I have […]
Mr. Isaac Blay is a facilitator at the Catholic Junior High School at Tarkwa, in the Western Region of Ghana. He and my husband, Mr. Gabriel Bissie had been childhood friends, and is being very closer when l came to the scene. Mr. Blay , together with his wife, Mrs. Victoria Blay has being an outlet of blessings God uses to touch us.
I decided to write this poem to appreciate his commitments, inspire, and to celebrate with him on his induction as the … .
I am a book traveller I travel in books The introductions resurrect the previous to make way for predictions where legends drive technology as the sun directs the sunflower from rise to set, and Spines smile and frown at their own Open and close
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I am a book traveller Yes, l am On papers and in clouds For when phrases and clauses entangle my comprehension, Punctuations see me through with a rhythmic pulse. Suspense keeps me within the scopes if images and illustrations scare in a glance stare. Though crews on board Work behind scenes, I am never lost For in SYNOPSIS do l put my trust l must say That: I find great exposure series in the warmth of their embrace.
I am a book traveller Please, don’t ask me how I can only say I travel in books But, If you ask me why I will say There is much to share I will tell you I always enjoy Adventures in books They help me live a million lives …
Their sweet – scented nectar experiences, are reassured in colorful titles On rainbow covers The flavours of their steamed words from seasoning pots of Authors, page by page, Catapult me to divergent worlds To an interchange of imaginations A wonder of nature and science A land of myths and realities An atmosphere of chapters and sections Fiction and non – fiction
When I remain calm,people ask me whyWhen I raise my voice,people ask me whyWhen I sing and dance,people ask me whyWhen I laugh out loud,people ask me whyWhen I’m sad and cry,people ask me whyWhen I don’t complain,people ask me whyI know their natural curiosityleads them to ask moreand to give unsolicited advicesBut I don’t […]
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