Francis Julian Zewu

Phenomenal mother,
Phenomenal mom,
Wonderful gift ever to be given
Beautiful jewel never to be discovered
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There is a river that is as long as the Nile
But is not the Nile,
As deep as the mighty Mississippi but is not the Missy,
The waters cascade like the great waterfall in Africa,
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O my Sweet Red Roses,
For ages I've been searching looking
For my sweet red roses,
Hopping round like a Kangaroo
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It is you I promise;
Promise the
Hill of mansion
Feel of passion.
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In my thoughts,
Somewhere
Occupies beautiful Tammy,
Taming my very senses
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You, look so beautiful!
That I just can't take her off mind.
She looks so amazing inside-out!
That now, I wonder how come he never saw it.
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Once, at the rising of the sun
You were here with me
In my dreams of wonder love.
Twice, at the setting of the sun
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Today, I woke up with you on my mind
Heart beating so faster like never before
Noticing the birds singing our songs of love.
You speak I listen, you laugh I leap.
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In your arms is where I want to be,
So strong and unique are thee,
I long to look upon thou face,
It reminds me of a rainbow after a shower,
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This Man
Who is this man?
The man who was hidden, but now revealed,
Who is this man? The man who very presence echoes greatness,
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Great you have come!
Great you will forever remain!
Silence is your beauty,
Your inexplicable beauty of rich culture
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Busumuru Kofi Annan,
Pride of Africa you are
Pride of Ghana you are,
At the mention of your name
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O stranger my blesser,
In you I have taken love,
That no one shall have my heart
Torn into pieces
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What is your dream?
What is your dream?
And how big is your dream?
As the ocean lies vast across the earth
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At the rise of the sun from east
Sets of African drums hits
Beats of sounds never heard pounded
Living cry of voices ever heard sounded.
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I am black,
Black I was born
And black I will always be!
I'm African,
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Oh Mother Ghana; Mother Ghana
What has happened to you?
What has happened to your culture?
They say we've fold arms against 'Vernacular' language
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In the surface of the earth
She lies sober,
Face buried in the ground
Ears pegged to the earth,
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What is Love?
When you can Love
And not be Loved in return.
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I gaze left from right
Back and forth
But no signs of you.
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