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                          Four years in Legon From the scratch card to the hard part We call admission From the adversity with fee To the advice of folks I cannot flee I stood at the entrance and saw the hood broadly It was all about books and the chances cooing tenderly My believe sunk to the beneath From the blasphemies to believes Revelation, I sort to see The exposé, nothing I could say. I halted at the halls From City To the none pity The charming Voltarian candidates You cannot deny your votes Pioneering Vikings, performing vandals Premièring Legonites and the preemptors’ farmers. The Kwapong liked by the unborn Frankly to say who has something bad about Francis Sey And indeed Nelson to be envied by all persons From the expensive pentagon motels Through the Hilla Liman hotels To the Valco-exgr...

Ricochet And they keep on bellowing but I can’t hear what they saying Perhaps should cry but what are tears to pain I turn into the prey of whispered thought but far away from insane. The cold words came but was clichés and resounded My ears were barricaded with inches of rebound “You are too much a burden for the ground!” “Ricochet!” the rumors demanded “Be yourself!” the tale whispered “Unfriend your fall!” in my thoughts I heard. Unfitted love shot me down to the ground And lovetown is no place to wear fitting frowns Suddenly I was airless Surrounding the begging soul were hearts of careless “Be fearless!” an external wind blew into my mind in earnest A Stoned crowd, mob without thoughts Merciless abound, torture with sobs But my tenderless will to thrive And the suspension of inability to survive Rented to me an new life Gunshots from short ranges Machine guns with rhythmic sound changes Arrows out of their quivers Brought ...