The ink flowed steady page by page A closing act,the final stage  The walls of SHS know my signs  Now echoed freedom in the skies Pens fell silent,time stood still  My heart was light, yet strong with will  WASSCE,the mountain i had knows  At last was done,the seed was thin I thought of nights when sleep was thin When doubt and pressure pressed within Yet every fear, each sleepless fight  Had let me here to morning light  My classmates cheered, their voices loud A family formed a joyful crowd The journey's weight was hard to bear  But pride was shining everywhere  I walked outside,the sun was near  A future calling, bright and clear  And in that moment,i could tell. I'd faced the test,i would do it well

Lilbed News   Headline  :   Kingdom Youth Band: Oti Region’s Rising Musical Force  A video of the brass band .A.A.L.i.l.b.e.d B.B.L.I.L.B.E.D.2 Subheadline   Founded in 2024 in Kwamekrom , the Kingdom Youth Band is bringing vibrant brass music to a new generation.  Byline:  By Lilbed Wordweave Entertainment Desk    Within the territory of Ghana’s Oti Region, the Kingdom Youth Band has quickly become a symbol of local talent and cultural pride.  Established in 2024 in Kwamekrom, the band brings together young musicians passionate about preserving and innovating the rich traditions of brass music.  Gallery of the brass band  🎺 Leaderboard 🎺 1. BRECHIM RICHARD 2. BRECHIM ABRAHAM 3. BRECHIM RAPHAEL 4. APPIAH GODWIN 5. ALHASAN INNUSA 6. ABOTSI NEWTON Etc The band is celebrated for its lively performances, community engagements, and ability to inspire younger generations to embrace music as both art and expression. Their ...

By MICHAEL AGBAH  OBIO SIKA ACID  With laughter as his mighty tool, He breaks the chains, rewrites the rule. OBIO SIKA ACID, bold and true, Turns heavy skies to skies of blue. The stage may test, the world may doubt, Yet joy is what he hands about. Through every joke, through every line, He proves that light in us can shine. Not just a clown, but strength disguised, A dreamer with unshaken eyes. For in his art, we come to see, That hope is born in comedy. So rise, my friend, and never cease, Your gift is laughter, your crown is peace. OBIO SIKA ACID, the world will know, Your star is bright, your flame will grow.

By MICHAEL AGBAH  A broken heart with a broken tears  Doesn't cry the way it was should, no flood or storms Just silent cracks where feeling once had stood  The sobs don't fall, they shatter slowly  Each tears is sharp,a quiet scream that no one let's begins You smile like nothing's bleeding  While the wreckage grows below  The world expects a flood of pain a weeping  Open wound but some heart break in quieter ways  In hollow, echoing rooms And some tears never make it cut They dry before they fall  Because the soul that spilt in two  They can't always cry at all  Pain takes shape in shadows on the wall  But now scattered, small and  stalled  A broken heart with a broken tears  Still learning not to hide. May the heart find hope

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH  Barcelona — Més Que Un Club, A Crown of Glory" GREAT FOOTBALL CLUB   Beneath Montjuïc and Catalan skies, A dream was born that never dies. Blaugrana colors, bold and true, A spirit eternal, forever new.   From Cruyff’s vision, the style began, Football reborn by a master’s hand. Ronaldinho’s joy, Xavi’s command, Iniesta’s touch — pure magic on land.   And then came Messi, a boy so small, Who rose to become the greatest of all. Every dribble, every goal, Etched Barça’s fire, Barça’s soul.   The Camp Nou roared, the world stood still, As legends rose with art and will. Not just a club, but culture and pride, A heartbeat strong, a rising tide.   And trophies came — the story told, Silver, glory, gleaming gold.   "La Liga" crowns, twenty-eight, Spain has bowed to Barça’s fate. "Copa del Rey" — thirty-two won, A king’s collection, second to none.   "Supercopas" lifted, fifteen high, With passion fierce beneath the sky. "Copa ...

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH  Lamine Yamal    From Rocafonda’s streets, a boy took flight, Blaugrana colors, his guiding light. At just sixteen, the world stood still, A child with magic, a fearless will.   Each touch is poetry, each run a flame, A future king in Barcelona’s name. Defenders stumble, crowds ignite, Lamine dances, swift as light.   Too young for limits, too bold for fear, The Camp Nou whispers, "A legend is near.” Born of the cantera, shaped by the dream, Part of the Barça eternal stream.   Cruyff built vision, Xavi gave song, Iniesta painted where beauty belongs. Ronaldinho smiled, Messi was divine, Now Lamine writes the next great line.   With every dribble, the story grows, The next great chapter, the whole world knows. Not just a talent, but hope reborn, A new horizon, a rising dawn.   And in his steps, the promise rings clear: "I am not the future — I am the present, and I play without fear."⚡🔥

By MICHAEL AGBAH  I was in the room  No voice, no footsteps  Just the low volume of the TV  Talking to no particular  It filled the space like static as if noise could pretend to be company  But there i was Sitting, breathing and existing  And somehow ,i feel like i don't exist  No one asked how i was copping  No one noticed me With all the silence i was not noticed  Like the world had gone on without me  Like i had become part of the furniture  Something to walk past,not see I watch the flickering screen  But it didn't watch back  And in that moment,i realized. Being invisible doesn't mean people are ignoring you  It means they are not there at all.

By Michael Agbah She comes in silence, soft and slow, With arms of silver, gifts to bestow. She touches each stone, each wandering lane, A mother of comfort, a balm for pain. Her voice is a hush on the rooftop wide, A lullaby whispered by nature’s side: “I am here, I’ve not forgotten you, My song is eternal, my love is true.” She weeps, and the earth drinks deep her sorrow, Greens awakens, new life to borrow. Her tears fall heavy, like rivers run, Her hands clap thunder, her warning tone. And when she passes, her scent remains, Fresh as spring after gentle rains. The world is washed, renewed, set free,  held in the arms of her purity.

HELP HIM TO Grow

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH  You are one with dissimilar layers  It doesn't matter how far you were dig  Your end can never be pioneer  You swallow many dissimilar things  Those we love and those we don't  Which name shall we hallow to you  You consume our love one's unknowingly  Tears flow like the stubborn rivers Things we repudiate because of lifeless  You accept them due your nature  Anytime the youths were called out to dig You allow them to their desires  Entombed our loves in you  What was our scandal for this? People becomes discourage are fearful  When ever you were afexesaid Good fruits grow on you, consumer!!! Then how come you accept worthless thing  Your nature is intelligible  May the day of my consume be at peace  And may it never be early for me

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH  We wandered once, on different roads  Words unsaid, heart in silence codes  I never thought l would see you more The light to my purity feet Your treasure is like a covered coconut  Because of you, l compromise ooo Lily  Seven rivers and mountains were intertwined  But echoes don't forget their sounds  And roots remember where they are bound  Your name, a whispered in my chest  A longing l had once suppressed  All because of you my treasure  The most excellent nature of beauty  The favorite anecdote of all years stories  Through you, the future is luminous  There you were , like a spring first light  Familiar eyes, but shining bright  Not just a friend come back to me  But something more l didn't see  Am going to be your words and comforter  The most expensive treasure among treasures  With you there's a new sunset  You are the white smoke from it source...

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH  Trustworthy Men Association They meet beneath the evening’s hush, Where lamplight leans on brick and brush, In coats well-worn, with eyes sincere— The men who vow to persevere. No oaths are sworn, no secrets kept, Their word is weight, their promise depth. A handshake holds more binding truth Than contracts signed in marbled booths. They speak in calm, deliberate tones, Of building homes, of setting stones, Of raising sons to know the cost Of trust once earned, and what is lost. No medals shine upon their chests, No loud applause, no grand bequests. But in their deeds, the quiet grows, A trust the world too rarely knows. They fix the things that time forgets, And carry burdens with no debts. Each life they touch, they leave more whole, Each vow they keep, they forge in soul. So if you pass them in the square, Or hear their laughter in the air, Take note of how they stand and speak— For strength like theirs is never weak.

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH  It sang not for praise, nor for pride at dawn The selfless cockcrow in the universe beyond  Your heart, a vessel filled with joy and light  Spills hope upon the souls still wrapped in night  With every note , a promise softly pressed  Many find values and hope expressed  Your reflection outshine the morning sun A beacon bright when day just begun  With winds that carries dreams beyond their flight  You hold many who vanished from your sights  Unknowing of the visions you impact  Yet still you crow with unwavering heart Embracing dawn, you summon everyday  And in your song, new paths are gently laid Each crow a seed within in the morning sway  And through your call, the word begins to sway.

Headline   https://audiomack.com/rich-king-206 Rich King: The Super Upcoming Artist Bringing Heat to Ghana’s Music Scene Listen 👂 To Rich King Music New album....   the lede artist  From Koforidua to the Volta Region, Rich King is lighting up speakers with his bold voice, heartfelt lyrics, and unstoppable energy. My Story Rich King Byline: By Lilbed Wordweave Entertainment Desk Visit us HEPSS OLD STUDENT AND A CURRENT STUDENT OF FRANCO COLLEGE OF EDUCATION  Feature Story In the heart of Ghana’s music wave, one name is rising with unshakable force — Rich King. Affectionately called “the super upcoming artist” by his growing fanbase, Rich King is not simply making songs; he is building anthems for the new generation. Based in Koforidua with deep roots in the Volta Region, Rich King’s journey is fuelled by passion and defined by his mantra: “No music, no joy.” His tracks, including No More, Money, Miss You, Mad for You, and Blessed King, have begun to gain attention ...

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH  I'm so sorry but l have to do this Dad When you left by your friends voice They said you were gone but I still check the door Hoping you will walk in and call me"Son" Your smile carrying the smell of home I was still in school Books were many and heavy on my back But your absence was the heaviest thing I carried I wanted to tell you about the quiz we passed The jokes my friends laughed at Then l finally learned to fix my own tie Now the chair you love is empty Your children tears are flowing like the river And the air feels too still But l keep your voice like a bookmark in my heart So l never loose my place in you In the yarn you started in me

Publish by MICHAEL AGBAH  It slipped behind the hills like a whispered promise  Leaving the sky blushing in a quiet confession  Shinning brightly through the mountains  Like a secret hope no one would notice  It's appearance was so thoughtful  Lingering softly like a quiet goodbye  Longing for the light to come again  While the stars 🌟 prepare their song Until dawn steals the secret away  Shadows stretch, folding into the earth embrace  Whispering promises of another day Where secrets sleep beneath a waking sky  The night hold tight to it quiet vow  That the secret sunset will return somehow  With hope, it's return won't be disastrous  We believe that the secret sunset shall return again. 

 obedyadzo01.blogspot.com  Lilbed Wordweave Headline HEPSS Old Student  Honours  Mr. Amegatsiti  Wisdom, Powerful  Eʋegbe  Teacher Mr Amegatsiti Wisdom Affectionately called Mr. Amegatsiti, “Papa” has guided, inspired, and empowered generations through his teaching and selfless mentorship. Byline: By  Obed Yadzo ,  Lilbed Wordweave Obed Yadzo Lilbed HEPSS old student Obed Yadzo is celebrating Mr. Amegatsiti, a powerful  Eʋegbe teacher  affectionately called Mr. Amegatsiti, for his exceptional guidance and dedication. From the first day Obed set foot on campus, Mr. Amegatsiti was there—teaching, guiding, and lifting him in every way. He celebrated victories, supported him through challenges, and remained a steady presence in moments of uncertainty. Unlike many, he does not wait to rise—he is already there, empowering others with selfless care and unwavering commitment. Amegatsiti Wisdom Obed recalls a life-changing moment when illnes...