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kpokplomaja!Editor's Pick and so this dance! and this dance do i have liberty and what if...? OR so you come! and so you come! you come with the call of your glossy-lips Novisi Dzitrie. More from this poet: Bleoo, Silent Dance When They Write About UsAn article by Obed Sarpong Without doubt, I have lived the larger part of my life in Ghana. Aside this country of about 23 million human beings -- good people and those who for one unreasonable reason or the other do evil -- I have only dared to step out of the artificial boundaries in West Africa, Africa, for only once. My story is not special compared to the over 200 million people who occupy just Ghana, Togo, Benin and Nigeria. Those who live close to the borders naturally have two nationalities -- not the paper document legitimising this -- but that they experience two or more cultures, without pausing to think of any shocks, shocks that anyone from without their sphere would experience. Secret Pleasure, Secret painA short story by Martin Egblewogbe In what language will the final judgment be conducted? English, because everyone has to understand what is said. However, God, of infinite capabilities, would have no problems even if the entire proceedings were in Latin, which, for romantic purposes, would have been the preferred language. But for the sake of the poor souls theregathered, English. |
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