How do we plunder forth To reinforce the cause we're fighting for When we're only seen as rebels without a cause? How do we shift from making pain our spokesman And letting our brains do the job, man? How do we use stories we're told as intel To make mysteries unfold into prophecies we tell?
People always say Ghanaians don't care about lyrics and shit but I have never bought into that crap talk. I have had many personal experiences to back my believe. I remember 2014 or so when I was at...
Psalm 49
Hear this, all ye people; give ear, all ye inhabitants of the world...
Last post of the "notes from the Nsawam street" series And it goes like this
I recall all alone life and...
You would need to be psychic or one fortunate player to anticipate that what began as an exhausting routine ride, creeping our way through Tema's morning surge hour movement, would deteriorate into...