Writers of Africa, let me give you one major theme Which whenever I think of I scream Our constant preoccupation Has ...

You see him smiling, looking happy but behind the smiles, there is a lonely soul. He desires to make people happy, he ...

When I think of Africa as a land pregnant with gold then am saddened by the immeasurable hardship untold When I th ...

Dear, Mr President. A poem by Frederick Brooks De 39;Poet... The country holds no phobia to despair against fear of ...

Time by passing my corner Instinctually the sharp tongue of disbelief Overwhelmes all others of memory rsquo;s taste ...

Now the good old days are gone, To God be the glory for reality is dawn- Life from of old;A story to be told Told of ...

Ascending from the north of the Mediterranean sea sits Africa The home of the blacks stretches deeply into the Atlantic ...

tonight as i sit in this dark corner surrounded with cobwebs, empty beer cans, maybes and what ifs watching the d ...

When I remember Terry Bonchaka and how he left with a trillion talent When I remember Ebony, the Maame Hw? Hit maker ...

At this time, Age increased A minute past noon Arrest the time A grip of the time Activities of growth. I had hope ...

Brandy is the name of my dog Wild at strangers like a hungry mog Tis so feral most at times When walked in criminals ...

Dear Future husband, Today, I deem it necessary to take a few minutes to tell you about the transformation I nearly exp ...

Oh Ghana; our beloved country. Country blessed with countless treasures But peregrinated through thick and thin From ...

Names upon names a cop is called And like scattered beans his heart is put apart. Dispirited, rejected and maligned he ...

At the rise and set of the sun A gloomy day beckons for the men in black like withered flowers, cops die each day Ye ...

Greedy men defiling the Earth, Looting buried treasures Discovering nature 39;s wealth Buried underneath the soils ...