But the marriage is dead when the pleasure is fled.
Sweet America we love you,
Sweet Ghana we love you,
Sweet Africa we love you,
But the summer to me is like life in Takoradi.
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Today i would like to eat fried plantain and beans,
Because yesterday i ate ‘Kenkey’ with fired fish and hot pepper! !Ha-ha-ha-ha! This is my African way of life over here in Ghana,And that had made me who i am today with much imaginations to touch the skies.
Of the five rulers of Philistines!
One for Gaza,One for Ashkelon,One for Gath,And one for Ekron;But your love is in the field of Yahshua of Beth Shemesh.Ebenezer, bribe perverts justice!And the truth will always crash you;Like a rainfall from Bahrain.
Salia, your love to me is like the young boys and girls!
But in the name of lust they do swing along with their lives,And i will be on foever on this muse of love together with you.I will be the thinker of your love always,And i will make you see the skies of true love;For, i will be like the legacy left for you only on…
Fishermen,
Municipal,Metropolitan;With chief executives on the muse of the town!But i am writing out my mind from Chorkor.The fuel,Adequately distributed;The premix,And to cause the earth to go to and fro!But warning all the antions was just like my muse,And like the famous Psalm 23.
I’ve been held down too long!
But where is Nuo my lover? ! !For the white swan is now on the river.
I knelt down before my Queen to marry me,
So i went to my village and took a beautiful lady to be my wife.