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In 2020...

We defied the odds.

We make history in the present.

'Normal' is a thing of the past.

Together means miles apart.

Not all theories are not potent.

The context is valuable content.

Our survival remains constant.

The reality means your breath intake is consistent.

The wall is the law.

A winning trump card is forbidden.

And home shielded us from the omen.


We understood that all things are possible.

Although apart, we were more unified.

Unquenchable flames were ignited in the youths.

Productivity in our beds became the best option.

We lived even when death looked us right in the eyes.

The old generation came to appreciate the "demonic" technology.

We realised profiteering was not the way of only the rich.

The selfish attitudes of the yesterday are the survival tactics of today.


The youth exuberance came with a new vibe.

We held rallies and turned tables.

We got beaten, burned, broken and barred.

Then we were left with our dreams to wear on our sleeves.

To all the fallen souls and soldiers, you are forever in our hearts.

Into the earth, our remains were concealed.

Nonetheless, we rise, we fly and we soar.

We are Phoenixes.


So we keep soaring!

Walking through the years













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Contributing writer: J-Elle
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Location: Accra, Ghana

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