Wae den ned wi
Den kin kam around wi
Tel wi ɔl kin stori
Wae ful ɔf lie lie
Wae den ned wi
Den kin bayobayo wi lɛk smal...
By: Activist Mohamed Kailie
See the cark on their faces!
On the street 'bra yu bobor dae o' their voices.
To some it's a means of survival
Written by; Activist Mohamed Kailie nee Munu.
When the Terra Firma is shackled by some deranged, Green Ogres,
It oppidans suffer
In the hands of it unbalanced...
I'm not him.
I know I'm not...
But I've loved you...
For as long as I can remember.
I don't know how else to say it.
I once promised...
Around the cotton tree
At our empty national museum
With just a little or nothing to show thee
I walked past the artwork of papa, Sir Milton
How many more souls? For us to wake up as youth?
Did the riot break at the Pademba road prison?
That claimed the lives of...
My freedom is not free I'm a slave of my thoughts.
I fluctuate between decorated flaws as I was taught to believe that opportunities come...
By: Abubakarr Momoh Sesay & Hawa Humunatu Kuyateh
They are homeless!They live on the streets of cities, towns and villages,Dwellings and wastelands have become their livelihood for ages,They...
By: Mohamed Dauda KamaraJournalist In Makeni
I am thinking, when last I saw my mummyWith her beautiful face used to rub my head whenever...
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