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For it is appointed unto man to be born once,  But the woman is gifted with multitude births of triplets, twins and ones, And growth in stature in measures of ounce. Blessed is the woman whose baby at birth is said to bounce, For she shall receive a mothers day reward in pounds. Today is the judgement day And to the semi, partial and full mothers, Here are the testimonies of your good manners. Those who with hot water squeezed our skulls with the intention of shaping our rocky heads, And the many who run after us just to take our bath, With the few who would allow us swim in the sand till we bury our beads, And the churchy ones who wake us early on the Sabbath. We are grateful for the geriatric grand Mum's acting as maids, And the celebrities who dress their girls like mermaids. Also, the busy lady who never rested till our fees were fully paid. The peasant woman who carries us at same time with firewood, And the paranoid lady in the neighborhood,...

Once upon a time is a statement in my early days book. No matter how sad or blissful your goodnight face may look, My dad will gracefully get a bible story to cook. This man can conjure and may brew from the unleavened brook. Then he told me how stable our stadiums were until they once-upon-a-day shook. That's why I have lived with Ghana's may nineth. A true once-upon-a-time that changed day into night. My first ever soccer game in Accra  to witness, Unraveled to my surprise the hearts-kotoko weakness, And the Men-in-black policing with strategic bruteness. That which TV3 captioned "May 9th Disaster Anniversary" Which for a decade stood as Africa's worst football stadium story. Coinciding with my first day in Accra celebration,  As I moved from the far West to settle in the so-called southern region. In fact, come see a villager turned into a legion.  But there is a way of man that eats him up, Maybe because we drink from a po...