Rough and winding routes
With ascents and descents
And blockades and hurdles
Me, the blind
Walking this same route with others
The cripple, the weak and the able
But my determination conquers all
That’s why you see me fast running
Where the others can’t even crawl
(July 2014. GBC Studio 4, Accra)
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