Category Archives: Write-Up/ Poems

Open Letter To The UGSRC President

Kwaku Asante writes: Dear Daniel Otting Awuah, Good day and I trust you are doing well. I was present at your inauguration and I must say your Inaugural address was on point. But this day I write to you to elicit some information with respect to fees for the upcoming academic year. Already, on some WhatsApp platforms that… Read More »

MAINTAINING GOVERNMENT SCHOLARSHIPS.

MAINTAINING GOVERNMENT SCHOLARSHIPS . It was way back in time, when the Leadership of the Government decided upon the granting of scholarships to study abroad to deserving students. The scholarship awarded by the Government came along with benefits in the form of cars and cellphones. This is how two students ,[names withheld], made use of the scholarship with… Read More »

GIRLS ARE RUTHLESS!

It was way back in the Junior High School when I used to stay on top of my game by either topping the class or being among the first in the class. This streak had won me all the phony care from most of the good girls and bad girls all alike. I continued enjoying this glory unabated… Read More »

PEER INFLUENCE; CAMPUS’ FIERCEST STARTUP

If you understand the psychology of youthfulness, you’d know that the period is rarely all rainbows and sunshine. In a period where we try to keep our fantasies in check and engage in soul searching of soaring intensity, the life of the youth is a blend of contradictions and anything but obvious. But still, we are the cad… Read More »

CHANTS II

Deep to her heart I dug, But the chalice of her romance is a toxic filthy mug. Her betrayal is an open ocean, Her victory dance is the tide’s own motion. Seemed to ye my affection was inept. Love was all the cause, My loneliness is the effect. Brethren where there’s love there’s lies, No sage shall say… Read More »

THE CLOUDS ARE CHESS PIECES

There is a certain village lying peaceably in Africa, far beyond the sight of many men. Its night has lost its ability to blind because its skies are well lit by the sharp rays of the moon that sliced the components of the dusk through and through. In this place there is no malice. When one throws a… Read More »

THE BEAUTY OF AN EWE LADY

THE BEAUTY OF AN EWE LADY.. Her beauty,a replica of Eve,charming,dont even know Her tone,imaginary similar to the keysound of a piano, She is a typical voltarian, Her sense of humour,like a humanitarian, Tell her,she is pretty, She would look at you with pity, And smile, A step of her is like thousand mile, She covers herself,hides it… Read More »

HER SMILE, MY JOY

Her dimples causes my eye to peep, I keep on telling her, the love is deep, I make her name,a subject, But with every care, she objects, Love is sick, when mistrust sticks, Where are those,your loving tips? Someone should tell her, l’m talking to her, Maybe she might listen and attend to her dear, The love is… Read More »