| His Resurrection, An Opportunity For Our Correction |
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| Rob Writes… The Easter Sonnet (the Dead, Risen And Living Lamb) |
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| Such A Feeling |
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| My Motherland |
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| Today |
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| The Ventriloquist -A Poem |
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| Abusive Sperm -A Poem On Violence Against Women |
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| N'na -My Mother |
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| Between Time |
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| A Song For Independence |
1 |
| I Believe Ghana |
1 |
| Nana Frema Busia: Authenticate Election 2020 Results |
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| Dear You |
1 |
| The Church Bells And Ambulances |
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| When The Times Are Hard |
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| Bleeding |
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| ‘asomdwe’ Beckons |
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| This Vote |
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| 'kokromoti' Power |
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| Barima Tweneboa Kodua I Speaks To Kumawuman From His Grave |
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| Campaign Promise |
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| The Paradox Of Election 2020 |
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| A Plea For Mercy |
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| Point Blank |
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| Serene Night Love |
1 |
| The African Sun |
1 |
| Bones Talk Back |
1 |
| Let Us Rise Oh Youths Of Ghana |
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| The Voice And Power Of The Thumb |
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| End ‘sars’ Now |
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| Be A Genius |
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| Sorrow |
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| Lies Of The Saints |
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| Pumaya My Son |
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| A Dialogue Of Barren Women |
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| Yesterday Has Something To Teach |
1 |
| Mother Of Mockery |
1 |
| Ballad Of The Soul Brother |
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| The Life Of The Sales Agent |
2 |
| Friends With The Bottle, A Poem |
2 |
| If You Knew Where Some Of Us Came From, You Won't Pray For Us To Fail |
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| Justice |
0 |
| Uncouth World |
0 |
| Renaissance |
1 |
| The Old Effigy, A Poem |
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| Nakedness Blues |
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| Have We Been Outbid By Covid? |
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| A First July Republic Ghana Poem |
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| Singular Identity |
1 |
| Pushed You Away |
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