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Skin Bleaching Is Not a Beauty

Welcome to the world filled with dark skin,
That seat belongs to you,
Let`s discuss the outstanding matters of our two.
Every pinch which will strengthen the rightful decision without hurtful rule.
I`m for the motion, and it`s not new,
“Black is beautiful”,
That`s what birds in the sky say wonderfully,
They really understand GOD joyfully.
Research about black skin have being done thoroughly.
We hear anytime the unique qualities it holds powerfully.
That which holds up the faces of those black coloured skin globally,
And their intelligence overshadows degradable words which are meant to mold them badly.
Leading them to get to the peak of success inseparably.
Those stars you look up to desperately,
Almost 70% of them are made of black skin greatly.

Keep the silence and listen carefully,
Black skin advocates on good health.
Good health which burst sensations across nature rightfully.
Your skin is black,
And the smoothness of it is a protective mark.
It possesses undeniable elements making you stay by your right.
The pigment that can`t be produce by men below and above height.
Tell me isn`t that charming,
Isn`t that an unpurchaseable wish tactfully hanging?
Oh yeah, it is!
Then why should you destroy your black skin out of influence?
Why should your distinctive colour be washed away by sight?

It`s sad how men carry themselves into practice which place them within chronic diseases.
Wrongly do they turn their ears towards deceptive tongues,
Which strikes their priorities out of good reasons?
Don`t listen to those songs,
Those songs which will cast you into bad seasons. 
Those songs which the ignorant adhere themselves to walk in so much wrongs,
And the title of the song is “bleaching”.
“…this pills will make you look good,
get yourselves this cosmetic creams to enrich your look,
Don`t let go of this product which would win the eyes of many towards you”,
This are the lyrics of those songs that come like voice from the moon,
But in fact, only serve you with one bigger wound.

Black skin fits in everything,
It`s a valuable colour under the day-light.
Please don`t buy any lie which probably would cloth you in fright.
For all that you can boast about is your colour which place you in a clear mind.
Yes, black skin is always bright and nice.
Elevating the feelings of others to wish for how it shines.
Undoubtedly, this skin empowers and redefines.
I’m blessed to be black….

#SALEM INITIATIVE
#BLACK AND BEAUTIFUL

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The value of her name is fading,
Oh mother Ghana, mother of beauty and richness.
Every sector in her government is creating hopelessness.
A place attained from the sweat of passed souls within nationalism and confidence,
Today has appeared in darkness.
Showcasing old treasures with new born acts made out of badness,
The satisfaction of personal worthiness, through systematic plan of present and future actions.
Breeding mediocrity from hidden sections,
We`ve lost good times.
Yeah, those time when everything was in good lines,
Is it change of oneness to diversified crimes?

Why all this mother Ghana?
And perhaps is this mother Ghana of Africa?
The answer needs to be inquired,
Since we are left in troubled night,
Thinking, the morning would have given what we required,
Our hearts and thought are set on brutal rite,
All that we see comes to steal our might,
The patience keeps milking leaders to mature into vampires,
Dwellers of vainglorious empires,
Sucking blood of mother Ghana, weakening the integrations of solidarity.
Hope can`t be seen in our eyes,
The state of mind is lost from equality,
Just because political parties keep blessing our days with fat lies,

Nothing positive do the children of mother Ghana adhere to,
All because, enlightenment is something we don`t acknowledge.
But jump to catch up the statement made by politicians wishing for coup,
That`s when they give us a treat to give us limited courage.
The implication has brought about senseless clue,
Whilst we understand there`s no one carrying favorable rule.
Corruption is now a pestilence,
Introducing into our settlement no benevolence.
Where are those generations and seasons full of liberality and togetherness?
Oh mother Ghana, oh mother Ghana......
The acknowledgement of international investment has only equipped us with sentences framed out of ignorance,
Knowing well that it`s based on our refusal to conform to unitary alliance.
Better than shame, almost everyone sleeps on greed.
To have his or name in fame.
Let`s count this to be a vain need,

Politics has harmed the power of mother Ghana to be inactive,
Piercing its strongholds with conceptions of false identity, tribal war, misconception, stereotyping, and denial on fellow native,
And above all, murdering the country`s day-light with an explosive selfish incentive.
To which the arms of government are now the stars, jeopardizing the course of individuality.
In accordance to laid down rules pinned to unwilling ethics as an accessory to poverty.
Tactically, it`s leading bit by bit the nation to suicide, genocide and homicide.
In order to win the intelligence filled in the strength of patriots to make them backslide,
Those are the maneuvered schemes held by politicians to dim the ideologies ordered at right side.

Someone should tell me if they don`t know this about MOTHER GHANA?
The screaming here narrates the scenes of joblessness, hopelessness and instability,
Wounding the whole being of mother Ghana as a country.
Composed upon separations by which most Ghanaians are now enslaved globally,
Under the obsession of digging golds in the white men lands, to eradicate hunger sensations precisely.
Narratively, the story of mother Ghana comes with convictions beyond imaginable intent,
Out of unconcerned, we push away all that brings the commitment to mindfully handle the threats of terrorism, drugs, trafficking and maritime criminality upon malcontent.
Leading the youth of today to be enticed to behaviors which blemishes the respect of mother Ghana, making it incompetent.

Oh mother Ghana,
Yeah mother Ghana, mother of natural beauty beyond compare.
The tears that our motherland sheds,
Keeps dropping on own heads.
So indeed, we`ve got to console her heart of what she`d lost,
With vision and hardworking that at the end we`ll be qualified to boast.
Productively, we`ve got to make everything fine in unity and love,
For the name of this country to stand out again as in relation to the strength we now have.
The land is fertile and to GOD alone do we seek in this life.
PEACE be unto all, since we`ve chose to achieve this as we strive.

“GHANA IS BLESSED”

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False Preachers Prayer

Money consceous in precise.
It's a bone thrown to domesticated dog,
My whole life was set on clock,
Narrow way wasn't part of my want...
Broadway was a prioritised sort,
Fire in my heart shows Golliath size,
Nobody knew David would be in God's eyes,
In spite of leading classy trites, 
Those mindset later got rot,
Smoke from coals couldn't permit me to tie a knot,
Obsessed with pride,
Led innocent men to evenly backslide,
Holy scriptures for staunch believers,
Mine was published with fellow deceivers,
The spiritual babes get enticed to scheme lullaby, 
The truth,how many of them is ready to buy?
Our living is likened to the adventist of ghost Apes,
We hunt for corpse in caves,
Without thinking of ours in graves,
Home of tribulation will I enjoyed divine pain,
That's when nothing will be left to slain,
God please hold me from the prey,
For in you will I be saved.

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Letter To a Soulmate

I think this is the time to tell you I love you,
And I don't prate to receive woefully an excuse, 
Even if you cling to it as unprecedented news,
Nothing probably can hide our intimacy from each other, 
Did you ever thought of melting down the breathe of our love vandal?
I'm securing the intelligency of our kisses,until you become a grandam, 
Who would eagerly train her second generation with grand love,
Today if I miss the opportunity of taking you into my mum's room then maybe a new world will never draw nigh, 
You're already a choice of classy selection to be mine, 
All she got in order to receive back her sight is on your face, 
And guess if the other side will pull you from her faith,
You're a testimony your mum had raised, 
A helping partner at my aid, 
That's what I want you to be on the bed I've laid,
Baby give me light against darkness as a raid, 
I'm giving you what defines and redefines paradise when love begins to fade, 
Hold on,my shining orbicle from space!
For us not to miss the virtue of our intermediary inspiration wilfully paid,
It's hard to mend the garments of our two into one, 
But sometimes I feel rightly armed, 
So nobody can get you harmed, 
Just stay fortified when you receive my name as your last name, 
Because we would then become one figure without blame, 
Surrounded by smiles and fame, 
Which would draw the desires of others to frain.
Provided that,the world won't be left swallowed in pain,
Yeah,this is what I have for you this day, 
Outside of,it's offered on pro bono,...hey,
And there's no deal for you to pay.
Will catch your anwers after I resume to pray.

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Africa's Dilemma

Deep down from tranquility, 
Africa feels wretched in bed,
Pillow drifted from right position,
Leaders enjoy country weighted bread,
Demostration always plugged as petition,
Rather corruption gets expanding as we melled, 
Poverty breeding anytime,our strength is shelled,
How do we kill tribalsm?
Boneheaded political preachers accepts imperialism,
Where can I find the reset button?
Will cause colonialism to a dismantle,
Hopelessness rests all-over our regions,
Always reciting that whilst Whitemen fetches our riches,
Aspires for greener pastures in Western land,
But yet we're enslaved with an upper hand,
Till we see broad daylight, 
Africa will win the fight.

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Ghana Is Sick

We belong to ourselves on primary agenda,
The voice of our homeland Ghana bitterly expresses her feelings over failing governments.
Governments that come to serve our land with poisonous aroma.
And tries all their best to blindfold every Ghanaian through carnal influence.
They stay altering words that wickedly create scars on the brain of Ghanaians with unbearable consequence.
Thought governance is practically a medium of sustaining citizens within a country laws,
Politicians in Ghana keeps failing both young and old immediately the land produce food for current and tomorrow generations,
The glorious crown is easy to be won without faults,
Yet, discrimination keeps entangling the remarkable strategies set for the good future of the country with weak negotiations.
We hold in high esteem the policy of Ghana beyond aid without flaws,
But nothing urges our land of rich resources to achieve the best of all.

In Ghana lies the motive of shame and filth.
The land is full of setbacks pulling down the legacies our dead heroes and heroines built.
Osagyefo Dr. Kwame Nkrumah and his squad.
Who made the freedom and justice define the voice of our homeland in might?
Dreamers keeps multiplying in the areas of societal chambers,
But nothing comes out of the heart of politicians in order to empower citizens to be winning calibers.
What else do we need as a country freed from colonialism?
It`s mind blowing to maintain our love for this blessed home,
From the cardinal point is the approach of imperialism.
I keep hearing Ghanaians shouting for help in small cone,
Foreigners always drop their wastes upon the surface of this affable region in West Africa.
The time is now to heal every pain fixed all over Ghana,

Around swampy corners are the sons and daughters of our dear motherland spotted lying down hopelessly.
Poverty is tearing our population into disregard.
Even at the prime time of the nation, the founders designed a blossom wing to shield the children of Ghana nicely.
Pity…how pity to see the wing being destroyed, it`s hard.
As time gets going violent, economic breakdown is chewing our happiness.
We can`t even work together anymore with patience,
All because of selling our dignity to white men who only come to lead us astray.
Intimidation rain on us stress after we`ve worked for years without taking from them any pay.
Yeah, it`s pity to say….
Our homeland is corrupt under the pillow.
Leaders of today throw dust into our eyes by demanding from us bribe before achieving what belong to us.
Is it a game of chance for politicians to butcher us with a sharpened axe?
Till we make a tactful decision, Ghana our homeland will keep revealing her sorrowful face to the world in degradable mirror.
“May GHANA be healed”

#SALEM MULTIMEDIA INITIATIVE

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Birth of Beauty

I'm a witness,...you're an audience,
Yes,...Christ and the church,
Abide to list of ineptness, 
Meet a criteria of creche,
A lioness gifted with new furs from gold, 
Love in their abode,
Attractive and benevolent flower in the botany of a gardener, 
It is purchased for a purpose;
providing rich scents,prestige and endeavors, 
Beak of falcons wish to feed upon,
Doves and sparrows like it's leaves,
But they work in vain,
News about you and I is heard in the East,
Those from west come to view the feast,
From North comes Kings and Queens,
"Very adulterated with endearment",
That's the voice of the southern prominent,  .
Three things attributed by love;hardworking,dedication and focus, 
The head of one man carries the goals of perversion, 
Joy and peace;they are the son and daughter of couples,
"Open your heart,...I.want to hide myself in there",
The man said, 
Incredibly the voice of the woman toned,
"come in to your breeding home",
Oceans we take sight,...greener pastures we stroll along,
How can I taste your sweetness?
When will I have you as a fuel in my lamp?
I guess writing your feelings in my heart,
Matrimonial seal our consolidation with angelic visitation, 
Heaven then hails our glory with hope and laughter, 
Day and night concludes our sojourn on the surface of greatness,
That's when death workouts its part with loneliness and weariness,
Feeding the belly of graves with our rotten vessel,

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Fashion Growth

In spite of viewers and hearers discretion, 
One might wonder and say, 
"Fashion is growing from top to down,
Excuse my knowledge under tension, 
All because the wardrobe is put in section,
Anytime the morning sun rise,
It shakes the room,
And it even seems so right,
Perhaps many years ago I made a choice for a moon,
"In the early eighteenth century, you weren't in the game",
An old person's rule,
"But just make this century your platform,
Since a Prehistoric man will let you be wild to conform, 
Men and women fought for their own dominance, 
No nutritional food on a furnished dining table,
Our source of power was the eyes of an unknown rebel,
Adam and Eve clothed in leaves,
Who admonished them of peace?
What inspired their beefs? 
Can I guess their mode of reasoning?
Of course,success crowned their fears,
They weren't pioneers,
Subsequently,when the moon sets in,
"Fashion grows from down to top in a generation setup to fail" .

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Christian Belt

Seeing their hustle is dorsal and prismatic,
Smoking and drinking acclimated with optimistic, 
Trading on drugs for survival...Baron my title,
Yield to my subjects,
Robbed billonaires of their earthly mantle,
High at sects,
Placing daily bread on candle,
Caring for windows,orphans and homeless,
Lives don't need to be in grant of being wretched and contrite,
Draw close to that fight,
Prospective responsibility to nurture and raise them from the scratch,
Satisfied with words alone not gonna render delight, 
Sharing bread with the starving kalibres is our badge,
Rough and uncomfortable will their pillow be to the rich,
In their weep.....it's a deal,
In their shoes,....will see what is behind the snitch, 
Seasons in the sun,...our time and their meal,
Suicide may be a remedy at the long run,
Answer you are buh don't know,
Alienating heroes and heroines of tomorrow's new world in ages,
Their future filmed in a burning snow,
Aristocrats to be!
Not watched clearly though,
Author their today as history and inspire we,
Not the end of their life,no matter how much they sow,
Appearance not accountable,wish to deprive win,
Hard work to even cover their dreams,....but will yours be uncovered?
Little is a saving substance,...why stay as dead,
Alive in them as Love,and in God with faith paired.

Best Poems Written by Anderson Solanmuse

Skin Bleaching Is Not a Beauty

Voice of Jehovah

Bleeding Homeland

False Preachers Prayer

Letter To a Soulmate

Africa's Dilemma

Ghana Is Sick

Birth of Beauty

Fashion Growth

Christian Belt