Edward Kofi Louis
Wereko - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Wereko, we, were, ore, roe, week, wee, woe!
Born and raised in Ghana, West Africa.
To teach others;
To respect someone;
But, you can find me on the West Coast of Africa.
To read it out;
To read about it;
And, to be able to teach it out.
Of the feedbacks!
To teach young children;
And, right from birth.
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