UNCLE EBO

๐Ÿ“ [ An Original Story By jorj ]

Too many questions, too many whyโ€™s

Too many questions, he no get answer

Broke man he no get food chop, ein kiddie get cancer

Money no dey to afford a doctor

Too many thoughts, he canโ€™t involve himself in a Chelsea ManU banter

Too much pain in his heart, seeing his only son suffer

โ€œIs it a crime to be a father?โ€

He come sit down dey think about this matter ๐Ÿค”

โ€œDen times na i get dollar

Mefre abrokyire bay3 3nts3 y3 nti na y3 fr3 me borga

If i go church i dey pay my tithe, on top i dey settle the pastor

So why God go lef me make I suffer?

The way i dey see things, ebe like God do me yawaโ€

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UNCOOL KIDS SOCIETY

๐Ÿ“ [ An Original Story By jorj ]

Lord use me as i move my pen

As i tell the untold stories from uncool kids

The ones wey no get money to buy the cool kicks

The ones who hustle their way through the wet mud and hard bricks

Regardless of how many sweat tricks

Or how many tears fall

With pockets full of dreams, not even a dime

Weโ€™ll tell our stories one poem at a time

Getting high of ourselves one roll at a time

We no dey stress about the rainy season cos sooner than later, sun go shine โ˜€๏ธ

1:45 AM

๐Ÿ“ [ An Original Story By jorj ]

The branches gently sway

As the wind blows accompanied by its cool night breeze on a night even the stars didn’t bother to be present

Everything was still as if it was all fitted into a painting

A few meters ahead, hanging from an isolated pole a street light shone

From across the light, by the window he forced himself eye witness to the calm through the opened louvres.

Up by 1:45am when the weather cant be any better for sleep

Thinking about love, reassessing his decisions through life… asking himself the same question over and over again….

What went wrong?

@jorjhero

KWAME HARDGUY

๐Ÿ“ [ An Original Story By jorj ]

We tossed our morals into the bin

And left home training at the door

We left home to proudly claim we came from the gutter

Soft boys dey claim shatta

Atwemor turn ganja

From chaskele to snooker

@jorjhero

NEW SAINTS

๐Ÿ“ [ An Original Story By jorj ]

My bible has gathered dust and so has my soul.

Lord take me to church.

Not necessarily to be born again, i just want to see you again

I want to sing my soul out and even after the last song iโ€™ll sing again

After every word that drops from the preacherโ€™s mouth iโ€™ll shout amen

Iโ€™ve wondered long enough in this wilderness

I’m seeking closure, searching for inner peace

I was treading on danger zone and started sinking into the sands

A drowning man will clutch to a straw

I clutched to all sorts of addictions

I was moving in all directions

Searching for nothing in particular

I was moving with the wind

And it blew me wherever

I assumed sailor and took charghe of my ship

Myself and God, i run a scissors through our relationship

Another lost sheep

The love, the hate, the noise has resulted in something with the resemblance of madness

Take me as i come, Iโ€™ve dropped my ego and Iโ€™m prepared to bow

Show me the way, shine your light on me

but if it is your will, you can make a lesson out of me

@jorjhero

KWESI SZN

He neva go wear shirtHe go rap dey hit hit ein chest

Talks of how boys do am yawa and Tema be the best

Ein songs dey play everyday

Cus everyday be grind day
Anthems for the streets 

Hymns for the choir

Music wey go put u to sleep

Same time, you go feel am like kanye-through the wire

We dey pray for more hits

May he not retire
Ground up videos here and there

Mame pr3k3s3

If its a Kwesi Arthur show, mark me present sir!

                                          @jorjhero

Iโ€™ve got mad love for this guy, so this is what i wrote one afternoon when i got caught up in the vibe, listening to his music. The stories he told, the pictures he painted and the way he goes about it… iโ€™m just jealous of this guy. 

THE RETURN OF MAN

      ๐Ÿ“ [ An Original Story By jorj ]

Here we come, there we go

Marching in straight lines to our graves

Zombies wearing smiley faces

From dust we came, to dust we shall go

like closing your eyes and counting from ten to one

One thing that won’t change even if you repent

From dust we came, to dust we shall return

Lets dance for a while, this amusement will do the world no harm

We can’t care about consequences, to dust we shall return

We will smoke trees regardless of the law

Grow dreadlocks even if you bore

We wonโ€™t hold back love when we still have love to give

We won’t give up on each other, hold my hand I’ll help you to your grave

We won’t wear uniforms, to dust we shall return

We won’t march in line, to dust we shall return

There’s no time to waste, we’ve got somewhere to return

                

                                             @jorjhero

PEACE OF MIND ABOVE ALL THINGSย 

 
Let your mind be a garden

In it grow dandelions, they’ll keep you healthy

In it grow coconuts, its sweet waters will quench your thirsty

Don’t cut down nim trees, its thick branches will shade you when you are weary

And when its leaves fall, sweep them up, let them keep you busy

Your mind is a garden, grow flowers

Your mind is a garden, it deserves some beauty.
                                             @jorjhero

CROOKED LIFE

     ๐Ÿ“ [ An Original Story By jorj ]

Crooked budgets where money no dey tally plus expenses.

Crooked paths but it suits our style of walking when we limp and stagger like some drunkard wey just commot for blue kiosk.

We work fuccing hard and long but the wages handed us falls short of our toil in these crooked jobs.

This crooked system dey make boys dey lose focus, ridee we dey try petty fraud den credit card scamming.

All day we dey trap for the kwacha only to come alive in the night time.

Selorm gbele ein crooked mof dey biss where the portey dey?

Fast forward > we dey the portey, the speakers make old, DJ ein turntables get fault, Scratches dey the sound inside but we no dey biss we go dance to this crooked music, we already make used to this crooked living.

Party over >> Man for bed >> Mornitee catch

Open instagram, straighten the crookedness out of the party pictures, post, post, post.

What a crooked life.
                                              @jorjhero