Biography of samuel donkor
My name is samuel donkor, from ghana-west Africa.network engineering student and a health promoter for the ministry of health, a writer, a lover.
i am the guy in your negbourhood who likes to take a walk in the night alone.
i am the guy in your neigbourhood who does not share opinions on matters i am ignorant on. example rumours and gossips.
i am the guy in your neigbourhood who plays with his black cat.wierd you might think.
i am the guy in your neigbourhood who loves everybody and everything.
i am the non violent type of a guy in your nieghbourhood.
i love philosophy espercially metaphics, ethics, logics and epistomology.
i am the guy in your neigbourhod does not keep many friends.
i am the guy in your neigbourhood who view the female species as too fragile to be played with. raise a voice, beat, or insult a lady. those are not found in my dairy and do not entertain friends who do that.
i am the guy in your negbourhood who is too quite but talks alot.
i am the guy in your neugbourhood who fills comfortable in his own skin.
a writer, a lover, a student, etc
i am the guy in your neigbourhod who reads books you dont want to read.
i am not the strict moralist, hey pull your trousers up, hey go to church if you want to go to heaven, hey stop that, hey dont do that. i do not have problems with people who choose to live there life.
i am a full blown skeptist and i hope my lover would forgive me if i dont go to church.but i would want her to go.
samuel donkor's Works:
THE FIRST STEP TO BEING A MILLONIARE OVERNIGHT.
SUCCESS FOR SINGLE MOTHERS.
A LETTER TO MY LOVE, FAR, FAR AWAY.
THE BLIND, DEAF AND CRIPPLED MEN OF GHANA-PLAY.
- A Song To My True Lover
- A Worthless Life
- An Ode To Her
- An Ode To My Love
- Between Truth And Falsehood
- Broken Valentine
- By Night The muses told me.
- Day and night.
- I Am Forbiden
- I Dare Not Put Heaven In Rage
- I Do Not Love You
- I Wish I Was A Heavenly Angel
- I Would Go Crazy If I Dont Stop
- In My Dream.
Suicide In The Village
Ah the drum sound,
The owl takes to flight.
Far away from civilization,
The deadly cult sound.
Bring to me the laborers tool,
Brig to me the drunkard's bottle.
Let appease the wrath of the gods,
No abomination has been cause.