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
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