THE DEVIL AND THE BLUE SEA

Between the tempter's whispered lies,

And the ocean's soothing, endless skies,

I stand, torn, and lost in the tide,

The devil's fire, the sea's calm inside,

Tugging me, pulling me, which way to go,

A heart divided, with nowhere to flow,

Waves crash, the darkness draws near,

The siren's call, my soul's deep fear,

In this struggle, I'm lost at sea,

Searching for a beacon, a light to be,

To guide me through, to set me free,

And find my peace, in calm or stormy sea,

The waves keep rolling, the winds keep howling,

My heart's a battlefield, with no victor crowning,

I clench my fists, and try to decide,

Will I succumb to darkness, or let the ocean be my guide?

The devil whispers 'yield', the sea says 'be strong',

In this battle, my soul's the prize, where I belong.

The stars above, a twinkling show,

A celestial map, to help me go,

Through the choppy waves, and the darkest night,

I'll follow the light, and make it to the light,

The devil's voice, a fading whisper now,

As I claim my strength, and take the helm somehow,

The sea's vastness, a reflection of my soul,

A journey inward, to make myself whole,

The waves crash strong, but I'll learn to ride,

And in the silence, I'll find my inner tide,

I'll rise above, the waves' wild sway,

And chart my course, come what may,

The ocean's depths, a mystery to explore,

A journey within, to find my true core,

In the stillness, I'll hear my heart's voice,

And choose the path, that leads to my choice,

The devil may tempt, the sea may roar,

But I'll stand firm, and ask for more.

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FLYING WITHOUT FEATHERS

I took to the skies, though I had no wings

Flying without feathers, where the brave heart sings

The winds they howl, the storms they rage

But I'll soar on, through the uncertain stage

With every beat, my heart takes flight

I'm chasing the sun, in the dark of night

I'm finding my wings, in the fall

Learning to fly, without feathers at all

The air is thin, but I breathe it in

I'm a bird without wings, but my soul begins

To rise above, the ground below

I'm finding my rhythm, in the wind's slow flow

I'm defying gravity, with every move I make

Flying without feathers, I'm breaking the fake

I'm finding my voice, in the silence loud

I'm flying high, without a single crowd

I'm carving my path, through the clouds so white

I'm leaving my fears, in the morning's light

I'm not a bird, but I'm learning to glide

Flying without feathers, I'll take the ride

The sky's the limit, but I'm reaching higher still

Flying without feathers, that's my thrill

I'm feeling alive, with the wind on my skin

Flying without feathers, I'm winning within

I'm dancing on air, with steps untold

I'm making my mark, on the canvas of gold

I'm a rebel with wings, though they're not mine to wear

Flying without feathers, I'll show the world I care

I'm breaking the mold, I'm shattering the glass

Flying without feathers, I'm finding my own blast

I'm chasing the stars, I'm reaching for the night

I'm flying without feathers, and it's feeling just right

I'm unstoppable now, with the wind at my back

Flying without feathers, I'm never coming back

I'm free and I'm wild, I'm flying high and true

Flying without feathers, that's what I'm made to do

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When Questions Pray

When Questions Pray

I feel uncertain about so much,

the world whispers, but I can’t touch.

I gave the sea my eyes…

yet I couldn’t even watch the waves dance,

maybe they’re just shy like me.

Why does death shed so much blood,

yet no one calls him a ritualist?

Maybe he just has a messy calendar.

Pains float in the empty space,

gazing at me as I run this unforgettable race,

and I trip sometimes… like clumsy gravity is laughing.

When Lilbed sits quietly,

recalling the voices behind,

his whys still get shocked.

He has an endless summer of questions,

just seeing and never speaking,

but questioning nature: why death… why pain…

why the tears nobody notices?

There are questions I still want to understand,

the ones that keep me awake at night,

the ones I whisper to the ceiling fan,

yes, even it judges me silently.

But if you can answer me,

bridge closer to these wandering thoughts,

or at least toss me a wink,

so I know the universe has a sense of humor too.

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HEART NEEDS HEART ❤️❤️❤️

A heart needs a heart to beat,

Mine's searching for a love to meet...

In your eyes, my soul finds rest,

Heart needs a heart, and I've found best.

With every pulse, I feel your name,

Love's the rhythm that I can't tame.

In your touch, my heart finds home,

Together beating, we are never alone.

You fill the spaces, empty and grey,

With colors vibrant, love's here to stay.

My heart needs yours, it's plain to see,

Together forever, that's the love for me.

In whispers night, I hear your voice,

A gentle breeze that makes my heart rejoice.

Your smile's my sunrise, your love my day,

With you, my heart has found its way.

In your arms, I find my place,

A haven from life's stormy space.

Your love's the anchor, strong and true,

With you, my heart beats just for you.

Love's the thread that weaves our fate,

A bond so strong, it can't be late.

In your heart, I find my song,

Together our love will keep us strong.

You light the fire, that burns in me,

A flame of passion, wild and free.

With every kiss, my love grows more,

In your love, I am where I adore.

Our hearts entwined, a perfect dance,

In love's sweet rhythm, we take our chance.

Forever with you, is where I'll stay,

My heart needs yours, come what may.

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LOVE OVERSHADOWED BY PAIN

Love's warm embers, once aglow,

Now smoldering beneath the weight of pain and wrought.

Dreams deferred, whispers unspoken low,

Partners turned foes, in silence, love's lost.

Shadows of what was, haunt the night,

Echoes of laughter, now a distant fight.

Promises broken, like autumn leaves,

Love's once-open path, now choked with weeds.

In empty halls, memories linger on,

A love that's lost, yet still, a bond remains, though frown.

What went unsaid, now forever lost,

In the silence, love's whispered 'what if...?'

Time moves on, but hearts stay still,

Trapped in the past, where love's thread did unravel.

The future they planned, now a stranger's tale,

In the mirror's gaze, a shadow of love fails.

Once intertwined, now separate ways,

Lost in the gap, where 'we' became 'I' and 'you' stays.

Faded photos, a bittersweet reminder,

Of vows exchanged, and love that grew dimmer.

The language of touch, now foreign and cold,

In the space between, love's embers grow old.

In the hollow of a heart, a space remains,

Where love once lived, now only sorrow reigns.

And though it's over, the ghost remains,

A bittersweet reminder of love's fragile chains.

In forgotten closets, dreams collect dust,

Hopes and promises, turned to rust.

The echoes of what could've been,

Haunt the corridors, where love once had a den.

And in the stillness, a question lingers on,

'What went wrong, and where did love go wrong?'

The answer lost, in the noise of pain,

Leaving only sorrow, and a love in vain.

In the end, all that's left is a sigh,

A whispered goodbye, to a love that's died.

The rest is silence, a quiet night,

Where love's last whisper, fades into the lights.

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THE BLAZING FIRE

In the heart of night, a spark is born,

Igniting shadows, breaking dawn.

Embers whisper secrets, fierce and warm,

Dancing tongues of orange, relentless storm.

Every breath a gust, every sigh a flame,

Turning cold doubts to molten gold.

Through ash and light, we rise, we claim—

Strength forged in heat, stories retold.

Scorch the limits, melt the chains,

Let the blaze rewrite what remains.

When the world turns gray, remember the glow,

For in the blazing fire, we truly grow.

Sparks leap like thoughts, unbound, untamed,

Leaping higher when hope is named.

Ashes settle, yet memory stays,

A phoenix pulse in endless days.

Feel the heat within, let it guide,

Turn fear to fuel, let courage ride.

When winds howl, the fire stands tall—

Blazing truth, it outshines all.

Rise like sparks in a midnight sky,

Burn away the darkness, let light fly.

In fiery depths, we find our strength,

Forging dreams, igniting length.

Through trials and tests, the flame remains,

A burning beacon through life's refrains.

Let passion drive, let purpose lead,

In the blazing fire, we find our speed.

In the furnace of heart, desires ignite,

Burning brighter with every fight.

Turn pain to power, turn dreams to deeds,

In the blazing fire, our spirit proceeds.

With every ember, a story's told,

Of resilience, of hearts made bold.

The fire within, a flame divine,

Guiding us forward, through space and time.

Let the flames consume, let the sparks fly,

Burning away doubts, reaching the sky.

In the heat of passion, we find our way,

Through the blazing fire, to a brighter day.

In the depths of soul, a fire burns true,

A burning ember, shining right through.

Fuel the flames, let the fire rage,

In the blazing fire, we turn the page.

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FUEL YOUR PASSION

Embers burning, flames that rise

Ignite the spark, let passion surprise

Fuel the fire, let dreams take flight

Break the chains, and shine so bright

Every step forward, a story unfolds

Chase the vision, let your spirit hold

Turn obstacles to fuel, let courage lead

In the fire of passion, your dreams succeed

Let go of doubt, let go of fear

Unleash the blaze, your heart's clear

Fuel your passion, let it guide

Through the flames of challenge, you'll thrive

With every step, the path appears

Your inner fire, dispelling fears

Passion fuels you, like a burning star

Lighting the way, near and far

In the heat of pursuit, you find your strength

Turning dreams to deeds, at your length

So fuel your passion, let it roar

And in the blaze, your future's more

Rise like phoenix, from the ashes high

Let your passion be the reason why

Every moment's a chance to begin

Fuel the fire, let your spirit win

In the furnace of dreams, you're forged anew

With passion as fuel, your path's true

Chase the fire that burns inside

And let your passion be your guide

Through trials and tests, you'll find your way

Passion's fire will light the day

In every heartbeat, let it beat strong

Fuel your passion, and let it go long

In the blaze of purpose, you'll find peace

A burning fire that will never cease

Let passion drive you, let dreams unfold

And in the fire, your story's told .

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THE FULLY ESCAPE MIND

Thoughts shape feelings, feelings shape actions

A delicate dance, a intricate equation

A stray thought can spark a fiery passion

Or fuel a storm, a turbulent obsession

Fear, anxiety, joy, or peace

Our thoughts are the seeds, our emotions release

The mind is a garden, we choose what to grow

Nurture positivity, or let weeds take hold

In the realm of the mind, thoughts reign supreme

Shaping our world, influencing our every dream

A gentle breeze or a raging sea

Our thoughts, the captain, steering us to be

Watch the thoughts you entertain, they're powerful guests

They can uplift or destroy, shape your very best

Choose wisely, cultivate a positive mind

Your emotions, and life, will follow in kind

Thoughts can be whispers, or thunderous roars

Shaping our reality, influencing our scores

Let go of the negative, let positivity thrive

Your mind is a canvas, paint a life alive

Mindfulness is key, awareness is power

Observe your thoughts, release each hour

Don't be controlled by thoughts, be the master of your mind

Your emotions, your life, are yours to design

In the silence, listen to your inner voice

A gentle whisper, guiding you to make some noise

Trust your intuition, let your heart be true

Your thoughts, your emotions, are guiding you to

With every breath, a new thought arises

A chance to choose, a chance to realize

Let go of the past, let go of the pain

Embrace the present, and let love remain

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THE AMBITIOUS HEART

In the depths of my soul, a fire burns bright

A flame that fuels my dreams, my day and night

It's the beat of my heart, the pulse of my veins

The driving force that makes me strive, that makes me remain

With every step forward, I feel alive

The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of the strive

I won't let fear hold me back, I won't let doubt creep in

For I know I'm destined for greatness, and I won't give in

My heart is a warrior, fierce and bold

Unstoppable and unrelenting, never to be told

It's the heart of a champion, the spirit of a king

Unbridled and untamed, my ambition will sing

I'll rise with the sun, I'll chase the moon

I'll push through the darkness, I'll shine like a June

I'll climb the highest mountain, I'll cross the widest sea

For I know that with ambition, I can be free

I'll learn from my failures, I'll rise from my falls

I'll turn my scars into strength, I'll stand tall

I'll keep my eyes on the prize, I'll run the race

For I know that with ambition, I'll find my place

So I'll chase my dreams, no matter the cost

I'll climb the highest mountain, I'll cross the widest coast

For I know that with ambition, I can achieve

Anything I set my mind to, anything I believe

I'll make my mark on the world, I'll leave my trace

I'll be the best version of myself, I'll find my own pace

I'll follow my heart, I'll trust my gut

For I know that with ambition, I'll never be stuck

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Eunice, today is all about you,

Happy Birthday, Eunice! 🎂

Eunice, today is all about you,
A friend who has always been steady and true.
Through laughter, through tears, through every little thing,
You have made my world brighter, you make my heart sing.

I just want to say thank you for being there,
For your love, your care, for always sharing.
You lift me up when I feel down,
You turn my worries into smiles, not frowns.

On your special day, I wish you all the best,
Happiness, love, and time to rest.
May your dreams come alive, your heart feel light,
And may every moment be pure delight.

From me to you, straight from the heart:
Happy Birthday, Eunice — you are a true work of art! ❤️

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Love You Well

Love You Well

Loving someone well is not just about saying “I love you.” It is about showing it, proving it, and choosing it every single day. In our busy world, where everybody is rushing and trying to survive, real love still stands out. Real love brings calm. Real love brings hope. Real love brings meaning.

To love someone well means you care with intention. It means you don’t only show up when things are sweet; you show up when things get tough too. It means you listen with your heart, not just your ears. It means you don’t rush them, judge them, or make them feel small. Instead, you make them feel safe… like they matter.

When you love someone well, your actions speak louder than your words. Sometimes it’s not the big gestures. It’s the simple, quiet things; checking on them, encouraging them, praying for them, supporting their dreams, or even just holding space for them when they feel low. These small things add up, and the person feels it deeply.

Loving well is powerful. It can heal wounds you don’t even see. It can calm fears a person has carried for years. It can make them believe in love again. When you choose to love well, you don’t only brighten somebody’s life; you also grow. You learn patience. You learn kindness. You learn humility. You learn how to give without expecting drama or applause.

To love well, these things matter:

• Listen with your heart. Truly hear them.

• Be kind, even on difficult days.

• Communicate clearly and honestly. No guessing, no confusion.

• Show up when it matters. Presence is love.

• Protect their peace. Love should not harm or drain.

In a world full of quick feelings and temporary attention, love that is steady, respectful and genuine is rare, but that is what makes it special. When you tell someone “I love you well,” you are saying, “I choose you with my actions, not just my words.”

And that kind of love changes everything.

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MY LAST DESIRE

You are my last desire, my final want

The one I yearn for, till my heart is spent

In your eyes, I see a love so true

A flame that burns, and guides me through

You're the missing piece, that makes me whole

The missing beat, that makes my heart's rhythm whole

With you, I find my voice, my heart's sweet song

A love that's pure, where I belong

You're the one I search for, in every place

A love that's real, that fills the empty space

In your arms, I find my peaceful night

A love that's strong, that shines like a guiding light

You're the reason, I keep on moving on

A love that's real, that never lets me go

With you, I find my home, my heart's sweet rest

A love that's true, that I cherish best

You are my last desire, my final quest

A love that's pure, that I won't let rest

In your love, I find my heart's sweet peace

A love that's true, that I won't release

You're the anchor, that holds me tight

A safe haven, where I take flight

In your love, I find my heart's sweet song

A melody, that's been singing all along

You're the reason, I keep on believing

A love that's real, that's worth receiving

With you, I find my heart, my soul, my all

A love that's true, that stands tall

You're the one I want, the one I need

A love that's pure, that I won't concede

In your arms, I find my peaceful place

A love that's true, that's where I take my space

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Your smile holds a light that touches the soul.

Your smile holds a light that touches the soul.

It speaks of a heart that is kind, open, and rare.

Your laughter lingers like a melody that never fades.

Your presence awakens a warmth that cannot be ignored.

Your smile carries a gentle power.

It softens the hardest moments and turns worry into peace.

It is art in its purest form, simple yet unforgettable.

It is a treasure that leaves a mark on every heart it meets.

Your smile gives life to the darkest days.

It reflects a love that flows effortlessly, without condition.

It whispers of beauty, of hope, of joy waiting to be shared.

Let your smile shine without hesitation.

Know that it has the power to heal, to inspire, to create longing.

It lingers in memory, imprints itself on the heart,

And makes even the ordinary feel extraordinary.

Your smile is a rare gift, infinite in its reach.

May it always live within love, and may hearts forever find their way to it. 💕

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In the dark, your hands find me,

Deep into the dark

In the dark, your hands find me,

Lay down this , but make me strong for this..

In the dark, your hands find me,

and I shiver, and I laugh,

and our breaths mix with whispers

and the soft crash of skin on skin.

No need for words,

and yet we speak in every touch,

and we move together, messy, close, alive,

and the world falls away.

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A Spell of True Love Shaping My Heart with Quiet Power

A Spell of True Love Shaping My Heart with Quiet Power

To you, that blinks true love as a spell over me,

I lift the quiet chambers of my heart into the open air.

Your presence moves like sacred wind across my spirit,

A current that guides, awakens, and steadies every trembling part of me.

You rise within my thoughts with the certainty of dawn,

And every light that falls from your soul teaches mine how to shine again.

You are the flame that never demands attention,

Yet everything in me turns toward you.

You speak in silences, and I understand.

You breathe without effort, and my world rearranges itself.

You walk through my mind with the gentleness of soft rain,

Yet your footsteps leave marks that feel eternal.

Your truth glows in simple moments,

Moments that most hearts would overlook,

But my own heart reads them like scripture.

Your smile lifts entire storms from my chest,

Your voice settles restless tides in me,

And your existence alone calls my spirit toward higher ground.

To you, I offer a love that does not run from its own depth.

A love that stands tall even in the shadow of fear,

A love that holds strength and softness in the same breath,

A love that does not weaken, even when the night becomes long.

This love is patient; this love is fierce.

It is woven from truth, intention, and the quiet courage of two souls that recognise each other.

Your influence moves through me like poetry seeking a page.

You refine my chaos, you steady my dreams,

And you touch the delicate corners of my being

With the reverence of someone who understands their worth.

There is power in your gaze,

A power that lifts me, clothes me, and crowns me with hope.

There is calm in your voice,

A calm that melts the weight of days I never spoke about.

There is magic in your presence,

A magic that feels older than time and stronger than doubt.

To you, that blinks true as a spell over me,

I give gratitude for every silent healing you bring.

You transform my heart without even trying.

You teach me to rise without shouting.

You remind me that love is not a battlefield alone,

For love is also a sanctuary, a fire, a home.

And so I choose you.

Not by impulse, not by chance,

But by awareness, clarity, and the deep whisper within me

That recognises your soul as a blessing.

I choose your light, I choose your strength,

I choose your imperfections and your brilliance,

I choose every version of you that life shapes.

May this love remain standing,

Unshaken by distance, time, or doubt.

May it grow with honesty,

May it breathe with freedom,

May it shine with purpose,

May it last,

Not only in the softness of today,

But in the powerful chapters of every tomorrow.

For to you, that blinks true as a spell over me,

My heart bows, rises, and becomes new again.

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THE GOLDEN COUPLES

MR &MRS AGBO💚💚💚💚💚💚

Winding roads and twisting turns,

Led you both to this love that yearns,

A bond that's strong, a love so true,

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Agbo, and wishes anew.

May your love for each other grow,

A flame that burns, a heart that glows,

May your union be a blessing to all,

And your love shine bright, standing tall.

May your home be filled with laughter and cheer,

May your love be the guiding light, always near.

May you continue to spread God's word,

And your love for each other be the guiding chord.

May your marriage be a reflection of God's love,

A love that's pure, a love from above.

May you support each other, through trials and strife,

And may your love be the anchor of life.

May your love be the foundation, strong and true,

A love that will last, a love that's forever new.

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Agbo, and best wishes too,

May your love story be one that's forever true.

May God's blessings be upon you both,

May your love continue to grow, and your hearts be lofty.

May your marriage be a testament to God's love,

A love that's real, a love that's enough.

May you cherish each moment, and never let go,

May your love be the beacon, that shines bright and shows.

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Agbo, and may your love abound,

May your marriage be a blessing, all around.

May your love be the melody, that fills the air,

A sweet harmony, that's beyond compare.

May your hearts be connected, now and forever,

And your love for each other, be the guiding feather.

May your journey together, be filled with delight,

May your love shine bright, in the dark of night.

May you always find joy, in each other's eyes,

And may your love for each other, be the greatest surprise.

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NOT EVEN DISABILITY EXIST HIS TALENT "TOUCHER"

BHIM NATIONS PRESIDENT 

With rhythm in his soul, and fire in his heart

Stonebwoy rises, a warrior from the start

Though challenges arose, like waves on the sea

Not even disability could stop him, he's meant to be

His voice, a thunder, that shakes the ground

Dancehall vibes, with messages profound

He weaves his story, of struggle and strife

But still he stands tall, a champion of life

With Toucher by his side, he's never alone

A symbol of strength, in a world unknown

He breaks the chains, of doubt and fear

A true inspiration, for all to hear

His music's a beacon, that shines so bright

Guiding the way, through Ghana's dark night

Not even disability, can stop his flow

Stonebwoy, the Toucher, is a hero, don't you know?

With every step, he takes a stand

A warrior's spirit, with a artist's hand

He crafts his message, of hope and pride

A true champion, who won't be denied

His story's a testament, to the human will

Of overcoming obstacles, and standing still

He's a shining star, in Ghana's night

A guiding light, that shines with all his might

Not even disability, can stop his roar

Stonebwoy, the Toucher, is a legend forever more

He's a symbol of strength, in a world of pain

A reminder that, with courage, we can reign

His music's a movement, that's taking over

A call to action, to rise above the clover

He's a hero to many, a role model true

Stonebwoy, the Toucher, is a champion, through and through

With his music and spirit, he'll keep on rising high

A shining star, that lights up the Ghanaian sky

Not even disability, can stop his flow

Stonebwoy, the Toucher, is a legend, don't you know?

Through every trial, he's emerged stronger still

A phoenix risen, with a spirit unbroken and chill

His legacy lives on, a testament to his might

A true icon, in Ghana's music light

With every beat, his message will resound

A call to courage, to never back down

He's a hero, a legend, a champion of the game

Stonebwoy, the Toucher, is a shining name

In the hearts of many, his music will stay

A reminder of hope, in a brighter day

His impact will live on, a legacy so true

Stonebwoy, the Toucher, a hero, through and through

With a voice that's loud, and a spirit so bold

He's a shining star, that never will grow old

His music's a gift, that he'll keep on sharing

Stonebwoy, the Toucher, is a legend, forever caring

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THE EYES OF THE EGG

In the eyes of the egg, a story's told

Of life and birth, of growth to unfold

A fragile shell, a precious gem

A future blooms, in a secret whence

The eyes of the egg, like windows bright

Gaze into the soul, with gentle light

A spark within, a flame that glows

A life that's waiting, to break the mold and grow

In the eyes of the egg, we see our past

A journey through, the dawn of time at last

From dust to life, a wundrous ride

A miracle unfolds, as life's threads entwine

The eyes of the egg, a mirror deep

Reflecting hope, in every silent creep

A promise kept, a dream takes flight

In the eyes of the egg, a new dawn lights

With every crack, a new path's made

A journey starts, with a fragile shade

The eyes of the egg, a story weave

A tale of life, in a delicate sleeve

In the eyes of the egg, a message clear

A symbol of new life, and hope that's near

A reminder to nurture, to care and grow

The eyes of the egg, a precious thing to know

In the eyes of the egg, a future's planned

A life that's waiting, to take its stand

A dream that's brewing, a heart that's true

A story unfolding, with a purpose anew

The eyes of the egg, a treasure rare

A gift of life, beyond compare

A symbol of hope, in a world of strife

A reminder of beauty, in a fragile life

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LEADERSHIP CIRCLE

Leaders stand, a circle strong

Empowering each, where dreams belong

Aiming high, with hearts aflame

Daring to dream, with purpose gained

Envisioning goals, with hearts aligned

Rising high, with spirits divine

Ship steering, through trials bold

Innovating, with hearts of gold

Pioneering change, with vision clear

Circle of leaders, casting fear

Ruling with empathy, hearts that care

Leading the way, with love and share

Excellence is the standard, they uphold

Inspiring all, to reach the fold

United they stand, a bond so true

Leaders lifting leaders, anew

Empowering voices, heard and seen

Driving change, with hearts serene

Forward they march, with purpose bold

Creating impact, stories told

Racing towards the future bright

Leading with courage, day and night

Leaving legacies, that never fade

Elevating all, to greater shade

Aspirations met, with hearts content

Dreams achieved, with purpose bent

With hearts connected, they lead the way

Guiding others, through life's stormy bay

Serving with humility, they stand tall

Empowering growth, one heart at a time, after all

Building bridges, strong and wide

Reaching out, with hands that guide

Filling hearts, with hope and light

Lifting spirits, through the darkest night

In the circle, they find their strength

United in purpose, at their greatest length

Leading with vision, and hearts that care

Creating a future, that's bright and fair

Empowering each other, to shine so bold

Leaders in the circle, stories to be told

Inspiring generations, to come and go

Leaving a legacy, that forever grows

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THE FLAME OF PEACE

FAUSTINA FT MICHAEL 

Once upon a time in the deadly village of Agortitefe in the wilderness of the North West lived a young beautiful Ghanaian woman Abiba. She was a very beautiful woman with a kind heart which every woman would love to be. Abiba was a tickled pink woman. She was jovial, gentle and also discipline. She studied very hard to achieve success in life. She was also pregnant with an unborn child.

In the village, many crops were grown so there was abundant food for the people of Agortitefe.

 They were very excited to see the crops grow bountiful. Enough food was there and the people never went hungry.

The village was a place of peace, togetherness and also a place of discipline. In the village, there was this young man Haziz. He was known to be a quiet young man. The people of Agortitefe always says he was a kind lovely man, but never did they they knew his behaviour.

One unfortunately day, all of a sudden, the crops dried off. The people in the village did not know what was going on. Foods in the village was totally deduced. The people of Agortitefe began to face hunger and people were dying out that. 

Little did they know that the young man Haziz whom they always praise is behind all this. He actually hid something under the ground where the crops are grown. The people of Agortitefe were armed to the teeth and could not know what destroying their crops. Food was no longer in the village. The villagers decided to make a move in search of the person who is behind all this problems  and will face the consequences. 

Knowingly,  to avoid a smell after a rat, 

Haziz decided to pollute the minds of the villagers to put blame on the innocent young lady Abiba so he sent some people to spread rumours that Abiba is the one behind all this. Rumours began to spread all over the village. Abiba became worried and did not know what to do. The villagers decided to slap her on her wrist by banishing her from the village without allowing her to say a word.

Abiba journeyed alone in the forest with her unborn child for days untill she met an old man who took her home.

 The old man told her to go have some rest and not fear. The next morning, they had a conversation and she told the old man how she ended up in the forest. The old man told her to keep calm that she can live with him. Days, weeks, months passed by and Abiba finally gave birth to a young lady like her. 

The child grew fast and healthy. She was bold and fearless. Abiba decided to tell her child about their past and how they ended here. She took after her mother so she was named Abiba. Sooner,  her mother gave up her ghost. The old man told her to keep her chin up.

One faithful day, Abiba sat down and decided to go seek an eye for an eye. 

She informed the old man about her journey to the villageof Agortitefe to seek peace for her deceased mother. The following morning Abiba started her journey.  Days, weeks passed by and she finally got to the village. She met Haziz whom the mother told her about. Haziz fell in love with her and decided to marry. Without hesitation,

 Abiba accepted so she could gather information and seek revenge for her deceased mother to prove her innocent. Abiba decided to reveal her true identity on an expected occasion which will be on going soon. 

Time came for the festival to be celebrated. All the people of Agortitefe were gathered to celebrate the occasion.

 After some time, Abiba drew everyone's attention to her. Every eye was on her waiting to hear what she has to say. With boldness, she revealed her identity and all the villagers were amazed. She then revealed the secret of Haziz and even proved it to everyone. 

The problem of deduced food in the village is caused by this young man which u cherished a lot. They were all surprised because Haziz was known as a kind man with good heart. Abiba told them all this led to the death of her mother. That was the reason she journeyed here to seek peace for her mother and free the people from this wicked man. 

Haziz became dumb, he couldn't know what to say because he cannot defend himself no matter what he says. They decided to hang him alive. Weeks later everything went back to it normal state. 

Foods began to grow in the village of Agortitefe. Happiness filled the whole village with smiles on everyone's face.

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THE WET ROAD

Midnight drips on the asphalt, a silver ribbon unspooling ,
Each puddle a mirror to a sky that never sleeps.
Footsteps echo, soft as whispers, chasing shadows that linger
between the flicker of streetlamps and the sigh of rain.

The road remembers every secret it has swallowed—
the rustle of a lover’s coat, the promise of a vanished train.
Mist curls around the tires, blurring the line between now
and the stories that lie beneath the surface of the night.

A lone lantern swings, casting halos that dance on the glaze,
revealing fleeting silhouettes—an old saxophone player, a forgotten diary,
a pair of eyes that flicker like distant constellations,
watching, waiting for a passenger who never arrives.

The water pools around cracked cobblestones, forming portals,
each ripple a portal to another time where the road was dry,
where laughter rang louder than thunder, and love was a promise
etched in chalk before the storm washed it away.

And when the first light of dawn kisses the horizon,
the wet road shimmers, a ghost of itself,
still holding the echo of midnight’s mysteries,
inviting you to walk again—if only to hear its silent song.

Beneath the amber glow, a stray cat pads silently,
its paws leaving fleeting prints that dissolve before sunrise.
A distant train whistles, its echo swallowed by the rain,
leaving only the road’s low hum as a lullaby for wanderers.

In the gutter, a discarded ticket flutters like a moth,
its destination unknown, its promise unclaimed.
The road sighs, a soft susurrus of tires long gone,
and the night folds its velvet curtain over the city’s secrets.

The rain‑killed lantern flickers, casting a brief eclipse,
and for a heartbeat the street becomes a river of glass,
reflecting a sky that isn’t there—stars that whisper, “turn back,”
while a lone figure steps forward, silhouette swallowed by mist.

A distant clock strikes thirteen, its echo trapped in puddles,
each drop a tiny drumbeat of time slipping away.
The wet road shivers, as if remembering footsteps that never left,
and the night leans in, offering secrets only the rain can hear.

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THE GLORIOUS SUNSET OF ODUM

By FAUSTINA FT MICHAEL 

King Ampofo was a ruler of a small village Papase which had a lot of people living there. And they are like thousand, two hundred people, which makes their culture and agriculture mature and grow well.

 The king had three wives but had only one son, Ntikuma which will be crown as the next king of that small town. In the small village, everyone loved and respected each other and this made the village developed. The king was humble and always makes sure his people are protected and free from danger, he also settles disputes among them.

 Everyone loved and respected the king because he was not a miser. He always makes sure his people does not face difficulties and also encourages them to be strong and face reality no matter how difficult life is. King Ampofo was a soft spoken person. 

The king was adored and honoured by his people in the village.

In the small tiny village, a lot of food crops were planted. Foods like maize, yam, cassava, millet, oat and so many on which made the villagers never lack anything.

 This made the people encouraged to keep working hard to earn money. In that tiny village, a man named Odum was known as one of the hardworking man who always tries hard to make the town develop. Odum was a married man with two children Ataa and Tawia.

 His children were very respectful and took after their father. Odum was known to be a kind hearted young man. Everyone respected him, even the king noticed his kind hearted and respectful. Odum was really a submissive person. Odum was such an amazing young man everyone in the village loved. He was gentle and highly principled.  He works harder to make sure his family never go hungry even though they could not afford everything. He was a man of his words. 

He always advises his children to be hardworking because good work comes hardworking. Odum always tries to help others who needs help. He also tells his children that respecting the elderly ones brings more blessing upon your lives. This made the children more encouraged to do the right thing.

On the other hand, Ntikuma, the son of king Ampofo who is to be crown as the next king in the village of Papase is actually a pompous young man. 

Ntikuma, an inconsiderate man going about kicking up arrows. He was a self- centered person. This made the old king which will sooner give up his strength to the ancient goddess was really disturbed. Even the elders in the community were very worried about this harmful behaviour of Ntikuma.  This behaviour of his son made him down the dumps. 

Due to the king having only one son, this make him potray himself like that living stream that flows through the forest and a survival solution for the hunters.

All this attitude make his father strength weaker day by day, which makes him to make a very tough decision that destroy the image of his son.

The people feared him and never wanted to go close to such an ill mannered person. Each time he is sat down to be advised by his father, the king, he always says whatever his father would say is a storm in a tea cup. 

This behaviour of Ntikuma was above ones head. This got the king under the weather. The situation of the king became worse and nothing could be done about it, he grew weaker and weaker. The elders were disturbed to see their king go through this situation but can't help. 

The king knew it was time to kick off the bucket so he called his elders for an important meeting. He told his elders he has made decisions on who to be crown as the next king of this village, but before then, he told them to keep it a secret until he gives up the ghost. He therefore said he has decided to crown Odum as the next king of this village because his son Ntikuma was not showing any good morality which when crown the king will only bring misfortune to the village. His lackadaisical behaviour cannot rule his people. The elders agreed and obeyed the decision of their beloved king. 

The next morning, rumours spread out that the king has finally journey beyong imagination This made the people of Papase sad and wept all tears they could. Ntikuma was eager to sit on the throne but doesn't know what awaits him.

On one faithful afternoon,  elders of the village sent the gong- gong beater to spread new to the people of Papase to leave whatever they are doing and meet at the chiefs palace . This made Ntikuma's pride grew more and more eager to sit on the throne. 

But unfortunately for him, the news was spread out that, Odum whom the king himself has chosen is to take over his throne as the next king to rule, and protect the people of Papase. The people became excited to have Odum crown as the king of this small village. Ntikuma was actually in a kettle of fish and did not know what to do. 

Because of Odums kind hearted and the respect he has for everyone,  ended him a good reward, one person said. Odum was crown the king and is to be called king Odum .

That's was how a new sun was set for Odum the barbarian farmer and his family in the kingdom of Papase village.

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WHEN TWO STRANGERS EYES MEET

In fleeting glance, our souls collide

A spark ignites, hearts start to glide

Two strangers, lost in time and space

Yet, in this moment, our hearts find their place

Eyes lock, and the world fades away

As we drink in the beauty, in disarray

Our hearts beat fast, our souls entwined

In this stolen glance, our love begins

In this instant, our hearts are free

No past, no future, just you and me

No words are spoken, yet we understand

The language of love, that's written on our hands

When two strangers' eyes meet, it's a gift

A chance encounter, a love that's swift

It may be brief, it may be true

But in this moment, my heart belongs to you.

In the silence, our hearts speak loud

A whispered promise, a love avowed

The air is charged, with electric desire

As we bask in the flame, of love's sweet fire

Our eyes, like magnets, can't look away

Drawn to each other, in a loving sway

The world around us, fades to gray

As we get lost, in the love that's here to stay

In this moment, I know it's real❤️❤️

The connection we share, it's not just a feel

It's a spark that's lit, a flame that's grown

A love that's meant to be, all on its own

Time stands still, as we gaze deep

Into each other's eyes, our hearts do leap

The distance closes, our lips do meet

In this sweet moment, our love does greet

Our hearts now beating, as one, we know

In this love, we've found, our hearts will grow

Together forever, in love's sweet throng

When two strangers' eyes meet, and our love is strong.❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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THE FLOW OF THE SALTY TEARS

Tears that fall like ocean waves

Carrying the weight of hidden graves

Salty drops that sting the skin

A bittersweet reminder of joys within

Pain and love, a mixed refrain

Echoes of memories, a heart in pain

The salty taste, a story tells

Of moments lost, and love that dwells

In every tear, a lesson lies

A chance to heal, to open eyes

To the beauty of life's ebb and flow

And the strength to let go

Let the tears fall, let them be free

A cleansing rain, a new beginning to see

For in the sorrow, there's a hidden grace

And in the tears, a newfound space

In the silence, whispers speak

Of resilience, and a heart that seeks

To mend the cracks, to heal the pain

To rise again, like the morning rain

The salty tears, a symbol true

Of a heart that's lived, and loved, and felt anew

So let them fall, like autumn leaves

A shedding of the old, a chance to breathe

In the depths of sorrow, a light will shine

Guiding you through, to a place divine

Where tears are wiped, and joy is restored

And the salty taste, is a memory, no more

And when the tears run dry, and the heart is calm

You'll find the strength, to face the palm

A new dawn breaks, a new path unfolds

A journey through, the darkness, to the gold

In the echoes of, the tears you've cried

A whispered truth, a heart that's tried

To find the lesson, in the tears you've shed

And rise again, with a heart that's been remade.

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BBC Journalist Komla Adom Urges UPSA Students to Uphold Credibility in Storytelling

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Telling authentic Ghanaian stories with global standards | Accra | Friday, 31st October, 2025

BBC Journalist Komla Adom Urges UPSA Students to Uphold Credibility in Storytelling

By Obed Yadzo | Lilbed Wordweave News

BBC journalist Komla Adom on Friday, 31st October 2025, urged Level 200 journalism students of the University of Professional Studies, Accra (UPSA) to prioritise accuracy and credibility in their reporting, when he delivered a guest lecture organised by course lecturer Mr. Freeman Kwade on effective storytelling and news pitching.

Komla Adom stressed that credibility is the defining marker of every professional journalist, noting that students who aspire to work with global media brands must demonstrate a consistent commitment to accuracy and responsible storytelling. He explained that the modern information space is crowded with unverified claims, rumours, and sensationalism, making truth-driven journalism more essential than ever. According to him, journalists who invest time in verifying sources, understanding context, and presenting balanced narratives earn the trust of both audiences and editors. He emphasised that accuracy is not merely a technical requirement but a moral obligation, urging the students to treat every story as an opportunity to demonstrate integrity, discipline, and sound judgment in an age where misinformation can spread within seconds.

The session, which began around 10:12 a.m. and continued into the afternoon, focused on the art of story pitching, accuracy, and audience engagement. “Accuracy separates a journalist from a gossip,” Komla emphasised, noting that factual reporting remains the lifeblood of journalism.

“We survive by our sources. Always check who you are quoting and never publish hearsay. Accuracy is what separates a journalist from a gossip.”

The Art of Pitching a Story

The BBC reporter guided students through the key elements of effective story pitching. He highlighted four steps every journalist must master:

1. Grab attention with a strong, clear angle.
2. Write a clean top line that summarizes the story.
3. Show the audience benefit—why the story matters.
4. Deliver strong content through credible facts and human voices.

“When you pitch, sell the story with your confidence. Your tone, your clarity, and your conviction tell editors you understand the story.”

Sharing insights from his newsroom experience, Komla explained what global media such as the BBC look for in a story pitch, stressing that trending topics must never override truth.

“We ask key questions: What’s the story? What’s the value? What’s the talkability? Is it trending nationally or internationally? Credibility must always come before popularity.”

A Traumatic Experience in the Field

When a student asked about the hardest or most traumatic experience he had faced as a journalist, Komla shared a near-death encounter while covering a story along the coast. He recalled how he and a colleague went to report on an assignment, but their boat developed a fault and left them stranded on open water.

“We were swinging on the sea, helpless, and we thought we might die. But thankfully, some people nearby came to our rescue, and we survived.”

He told the class that the experience taught him the importance of preparation, teamwork, and courage, saying it remains one of his most unforgettable moments in the field.

Preparation and Understanding the Audience

Komla reminded students that a journalist’s strength lies in preparation and bravery. He also highlighted that journalists write for real people, not algorithms. He outlined the five basic needs of every audience:

1. Keep me on trend.
2. Inspire me.
3. Divert me.
4. Educate me.
5. Give me perspective.

“When your story meets these needs, it will always find relevance.”

The course lecturer, Mr. Freeman Kwade, described the lecture as “a professional eye-opener that reignited the passion for truth and precision in journalism.” He commended Komla for bridging theory with real newsroom practice, saying the session would “shape how students approach story ideas.”

The class ended with a vote of thanks by Ackah Olivia and a closing prayer by Martins Odjija. Students later took photographs with Komla Adom to mark what many called “a defining moment in their journalism journey.”

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