Papa Amegatsiti ( When the past is calling, i have remembered it all) There are people who pass through your life like the wind — here today, gone tomorrow — and then there are those whose presence plants roots deep in your soul. You, Papa, are one of the latter. From the moment I stepped onto the HEPSS Campus, you were there. Not simply as a teacher or a guide, but as a father. A steady presence. A safe place. You have shown me that true leadership is not about position, but about presence. You stand with your people in their joy and in their pain. When we succeed, you rejoice with us. When we stumble, you reach down without hesitation. When the storms break, you don’t seek shelter — you stay in the rain, holding the umbrella over those who cannot hold it for themselves. I will never forget the day my own body was failing me. Sickness came like a thief in the night, threatening to end my story before its time. In that dark moment, you stepped in. You didn’t simply offer words —...

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH  Many though you were the panecea  But never no, you raise more controversy  Happiness you called, but hopeless you are  The precious gold was not found in you  Then why do you some people put trust in you  Some families are derelict because of you  Children are not contemplated due to your existence  If all this are dilapidated because of you  Then why were you proposed everywhere  Some parents were hurt emotional Brothers and sisters were mortify because of you  But share greatest tears in the heart  Rumors from village to cities due to your presence  Which questions can parents answer? When they are more than the hair  Question flow like the river  Brotherhood are the only propitious happiness  While families happiness are dusted  Rules and regulations absent you from them What a vile nature we created? All because of the bloody alter That the youths initiate themselves in Ma...

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH  Boldness and braveness of the love is the heart  You are my peace and comforter You make me glance through my life softly  I enjoyed the sunset with peaceful mindset  Many hearts were found but don't profound love  Though, the feelings are hard, They rather die like a flower in the dry season  Your heart never dry like a flower in the dry season  You are the greatest rock that fall into the greatest ocean  Splash water at it banks beautifully  No pain or disaster, my Terrace heart  Your heart is known full of happiness  Ohh loyal heart of the century May you never die like a flower  When there's a dry season  You never break when fallen like a glass  You are bold, strong and great  With you there's Joy and moral values  In life and after life you will forever  Be the loyal friend I ever know  The perfect space for love That's why I pronounce you my TERRACE HEART 

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH  My best friend is my worst traitor  It's encourages me all day and night  It's gives me joy more than everything  The best friend l had ever  You use my body, soul and spirit  All my assurance was in you  You were there for me in good terms  You were there for me in bad situations  You advises me like how a mother does  Through you, many friends were are accepted  Through you others are neglected  Why do you soon become my traitor? You push me to places l never wish to go You make me approach people  I never wish or thought of reaching out to  You did all this in the name of LOVE why? My precious friend " HEART" why now? Why do you betray me through my kindness? The flow of the rivers never goes backwards  I just want you to function okay  As well as my best friend you used to be  And not my betrayal and traitor any more.

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH  With guidance and solicitude, you ushers the way  A teacher, a mentor, in everyday  Your patience and kindness, a shinning shimmer  Abetting me heighten, through day and night  Like a father, you offer wise words  Encouraging me, through joys and words  Your lessons go beyond the classroom walls  Teaching life's values, standing tall With compassion and empathy, you show  A genuine interest, as l grow Your influence extends, far and wide A lasting part impact, deep inside  The breeze that blows through the forest  The father of the fatherless  Your words are like a stepping stones  In your presence, l feel beheld and heard A sense of belonging, like a precious word You be in me, trust in me , when l doubt  A vote of confidence without a rout  I appreciate you with my life and hope Thank you, dear teacher, father figure true For being a source in my life  Your legacy will forever sta...

Write by MICHAEL AGBAH  With tender care, you nurture me A love so pure, a heart so free with joy  Your guidance and wisdom, a precious guide  Helping me grow, with a loving stride of happiness  Your selfless devotion, a shinning light  You wipe my tears, and calm my fears  A comforting presence, through all my years  With every hug, and every smile  You make me feel, worth your while  Your patience and kindness, a gentle breeze  Soothing my soul, with a loving ease  In your arms , l find peace and joy A sense of belonging to a faithful mother A hardworking and loyal mother  Your love never ease or fade You teach me strength and resilience too A mother's love forever true  I'm great and grateful to you more than the words can describe  For being my rock, my guiding light  Thank you, dear mother for all  For ever in my heart , every single day and night.

Love and Marriage: The Delicate Dance of Connection and Commitment Love and marriage are often seen as two sides of the same coin, yet their relationship is intricate, dynamic, and deeply personal. While love is the emotional bond that draws two individuals together, marriage represents the structured, social, and often legal framework in which that bond is nurtured, challenged, and sustained. Understanding their interplay is essential to fostering lasting, fulfilling partnerships. Research in psychology and sociology consistently shows that the quality of love in a marriage is one of the strongest predictors of long-term satisfaction and stability. According to Dr. John Gottman, a leading relationship researcher, couples who exhibit consistent emotional attunement, empathy, and conflict-resolution skills are far more likely to maintain a happy marriage. Love, in this sense, is not just a feeling but a set of behaviors—active listening, support, and mutual respect—that create a resil...

The misfortune goal track l ever had  My goals never fail me then, My heart desires are never too much  With parents, almost everything can be done  Loneliness can influence in many situations  You are the track l never hold on to  Many are am in, l never hope for Being an orphan was never my wish But according to nature, what can I do? Is not every shoe size that fits me  But I wear the shoe size of my uncle  Banana never begs monkey to be eaten  But I beg for my shoe size but never imagined how misfortune the distance is My goals track never goes like how I wish It's become worse than ever  My dreams were abolish like taboos  Impossible in the nature of life Even under the ocean there's sand My goals were covered like the ocean on the sand The l ideas were fetched by the fisherman in the ocean  They smoke and dried up  All my goals never reached their destination  They collapse because, there was no pillars  Misfort...

Answers to Where Will They Pass? What if the skies fold their arms, And nature says, No more flights here — Where will our planes pass? They will crash into the pride of man, And rust in the graveyard of forgotten dreams. What if the roads we boast of Melt into a muddy soup, And tyres sink like stones in clay — Where will the cars pass? They will rot on their wheels, While the dust laughs at their silence. What if the rivers we traced on maps Are swallowed into the earth’s own belly, And the ships we carved like kings Find no throne of water? Where will they pass? They will sit in dry harbours, Like caged giants with no song to sing. Shall we return to the olden ways, Harnessing horses, barefoot in the dust? But if the paths themselves close their lips, Where will they pass? They will stumble in circles, As the earth reclaims her patience. And if God, with one holy breath, Discards our wires, our wheels, our wings, If He turns His face from our artificial being — Where will our creatio...

Where Will They Pass? What if the skies fold their arms, And nature says, No more flights here - Where will our planes pass? Will they flap like lost birds, Or sink into the clouds they once ruled? What if the roads we boast of Melt into a muddy soup, And tyres sink like stones in clay - Where will the cars pass? What if the rivers we traced on maps Are swallowed into the earth’s own belly, And the ships we carved like kings Find no throne of water? Where will they pass? Shall we return to the olden ways, Harnessing horses, barefoot in the dust? But if the paths themselves close their lips, Where will they pass? And if God, with one holy breath, Discards our wires, our wheels, our wings, If He turns His face from our artificial being - Where will our creations pass? Where will we pass?  I only need  us to honor God for mercy and Love... Lilbed Rhetorical Questions

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH and DORHEAME EMMANUEL  In the town of AMEDZOFE, names were like rivers. They flow through vallies, mountains, tumbling over rocks and whispering through the forest and finally emptied into the sea You could meet the same rivers at different places and yet , each one carry itself with a different presences as if the names are the Rivers while the shapes are their heart. The first river was River Nile that changes to River Zambezi on it's journey and Yangtze long and winding. Same names with different shapes, but each of the rivers took on the shapes of the ground they flowed over, their origins, paths and directions. It's their heart that carves the channel. Names are rivers while characters are the shapes they took from the environment. Some shapes give life to all while some provoke and destroyed other shapes. Some erodes the land and stir up storms. Some surprised you, changing course when least is expected. The same river may look completely differen...

Written by MICHAEL AGBAH  This yarn is about some fortunate lovers that occurs between three wonderful friends.  Namely: MICHAEL as MUMMIES, EMMANUEL as ACCURACY and finally LILIAN as TREASURE. The beginning of the anecdote goes like this, One peaceful Sunday morning 5:30 am when the three friends had a conversation that lead them from friendship to lovers. ACCURACY: Good morning bro   MUMMIES: Morning, how are         you doing today? ACCURACY: Am superp and how are you copping for the day?  MUMMIES: Normal ooo , what are we doing for today's church services? ACCURACY: We will do better than last week ok, hope you are leading the praises team?  MUMMIES: No ooo Treasure will be leading them  ACCURACY: Why should she? When she is not even aware of it. MUMMIES: I love to see her sing and how she used the stage looks beautiful. ACCURACY: Hope you are not falling in love with Treasure ooo? MUMMIES: She is one in a million bro, hardworki...

By Believe Livingstone DAGBEY In youthful vigor, we stand tall, Futures of our town, one and all. But smoking's snare, a deadly trap, Lures many in, with harmful rap. Your health, a treasure to preserve, Don't let nicotine's grip deserve. Breath fresh, energy abound, Live life to the fullest, unbound. As your peer, I urge you to see, A smoke-free path, the best decree. Let's serve each other, hand in hand, Supporting dreams, in our land. Your dreams await, like morning dew, Don't cloud them with smoke anew. Be wise, be bold, choose life's way, And shine, come what may. Join me, in this noble quest, Let's make our town, a healthier nest. Say no to smoking, yes to life, And together, we'll thrive and strive. You have the power, make the call, Live healthy, stand tall. We're the future, shining bright, Let's keep our town, a smoking-free sight.

By Believe Dagbey Livingstone Synopsis: In a world where extraordinary abilities are rare and often feared, a young boy named Ernest discovers he possesses an unparalleled gift—he can do anything he sets his mind to. Whether it’s mastering skills overnight, bending reality with sheer willpower, or even defying the laws of nature, Ernest's abilities make him both a marvel and a target. As he grows, he learns that his power comes with a price: the more he uses it, the more the world around him begins to unravel. Dark forces, envious rivals, and even those who claim to be allies seek to control or destroy him. Ernest must navigate a treacherous path—learning the limits of his power, the meaning of responsibility, and the true cost of being the boy who can.   Chapter 1: The First Miracle Ernest was just five years old when it happened. He had been playing in the dusty courtyard of his grandmother’s house in Accra when a ball rolled into the busy street. Without thinking, he ran after i...

By Believe Livingstone DAGBEY A snake in grass, you slithered in, Disguising deceit with a friendly grin, Poisoning trust with venomous lies, Leaving scars that never demise. Like autumn leaves, our bond withered away, Fading memories of brighter days, Your betrayal stung like a hornet's bite, Painful memories, an endless fight. You wore a mask of camaraderie, Concealing envy's dark symmetry, A wolf in sheep's clothing, you deceived, Shattering bonds, our friendship bereaved. Like shattered glass, our trust was broken, Reflecting shards of hearts unspoken, Your absence echoes, a hollow sound, A silence that speaks volumes unbound. Moral Lessons: 1. Toxic relationships: Bad friendships harm. 2. Deception: Hidden agendas destroy trust. 3. Loyalty: True friends stand by, through thick and thin. Simile: - "A snake in grass" - "Like autumn leaves" - "Like shattered glass" These similes compare bad friendships to hidden dangers, fading beauty, and br...

🎤 In His Appointed Time         By Lilbed Wordweave Some people receive their portion in the morning, When the earth is still fresh and the skies are open. When favor pours like rain upon new soil, And their name is called early in the day. Some people receive theirs in the afternoon, When the sun is high and the world is watching. Their path is revealed before many eyes, And their blessing finds them in the heat of life’s race. Others receive theirs in the quiet of the evening, When the crowd has thinned and the light is soft. Their joy does not arrive with noise, But it settles like peace over a weary soul. And then, there are those whose portion comes at midnight - In the hour of silence, When even hope sleeps, When men have given up, And dreams are wrapped in shadows. It is then that God moves in secret, Whispering miracles no man can explain. We are different. We were never meant to be the same. We were not created to become what we merely wanted to be. We were...

💌 My Sweetest Blessing, If loving you was a prayer, I would be speaking in tongues every second. 😘 You’re my daily bread, babe—except you don’t expire, and I never get full. When God said “It is not good for man to be alone,” He already had you in mind for me. He just took His time crafting an angel with hips, sass, and a laugh that slays demons. 😅 You're not just my heart; you’re my Psalms when I’m down, my Proverbs when I need wisdom, and my Song of Songs when I’m feeling romantic (and slightly holy-naughty 😏. You bring peace louder than storms, and joy deeper than a Sunday worship. Even the devil’s jealous of how happy I am with you—and honestly, he should be. 🤭         Your Lilbed King 👑 👑  So here’s my vow again: I’ll love you like Christ loves the Church… Sacrificially, unconditionally, and with a smile that says, “This woman is fearfully and wonderfully mine.” Forever your prayer warrior and cuddle partner,       Your Lilbed King 💍?...

💌 My Sweetest Blessing, If loving you was a prayer, I would be speaking in tongues every second. 😘 You’re my daily bread, babe—except you don’t expire, and I never get full. When God said “It is not good for man to be alone,” He already had you in mind for me. He just took His time crafting an angel with hips, sass, and a laugh that slays demons. 😅 You're not just my heart; you’re my Psalms when I’m down, my Proverbs when I need wisdom, and my Song of Songs when I’m feeling romantic (and slightly holy-naughty 😏. You bring peace louder than storms, and joy deeper than a Sunday worship. Even the devil’s jealous of how happy I am with you—and honestly, he should be. 🤭 So here’s my vow again: I’ll love you like Christ loves the Church… Sacrificially, unconditionally, and with a smile that says, “This woman is fearfully and wonderfully mine.” Forever your prayer warrior and cuddle partner,       Your Lilbed King 💍👑

"The Woman Who Would Not Give Up         – A Story for Elorm Abigail Klu" There once was a woman, handpicked by God—not for comfort, but for a calling. Her name was Elorm Abigail Klu. Life didn’t unfold easily for her. The road was not always smooth, and the skies weren’t always clear. But she had something most didn’t: a quiet strength, a sacred determination, and a heart anchored in faith. She fell sometimes—yes—but never without getting up. She cried, but never without praying. And every time the world tried to dim her light, she reminded it that her fire wasn’t manmade—it was divinely lit. She walked with the burden of dreams too big for her shoulders, but the God who gave her the vision also gave her the strength. She didn’t ask for the easy path. She asked for the grace to finish. And every day, she showed up—not because life was fair, but because God was faithful. People often wondered where her strength came from. They didn’t know she had been shaped in ...

🎉 Happy Birthday, Mr. Yaw Pee Yaw! 🎉 Today, I celebrate a man who has become a true facilitator of greatness in my life. You are not just someone who speaks—you transform. Your words carry power, your actions reflect love, and your presence brings clarity and direction. You have given to me—not just in gifts, but in mindset, in vision, and in confidence. You’ve helped me see that life can be easier, better, and more purposeful when guided by wisdom and the right mindset. You’ve opened my eyes to possibilities I never saw before. Your kindness and generosity are unmatched. You’ve touched my life in ways that words can’t fully explain. Because of you, I now believe more in who I am and in what I can become. As you mark this special day, I pray that the seeds you’ve sown into lives—including mine—will come back to you in joy, abundance, and divine favor. Happy birthday once again, sir. With deep gratitude, – Lilbed

📰 “Amedzofe Is Calling — But Can Anyone Hear?” In the cool, mist-kissed heights of Amedzofe, a town known for its natural beauty and academic heritage, students sit with smartphones in the air, searching for that one elusive bar of signal. Some stretch phones out of their windows. Others climb small hills or walk to nearby roadsides, just to send a text. This isn’t the past — it’s the present reality for many living in Amedzofe, home to the historic Evangelical Presbyterian College of Education (AMECO). 📚 A College on a Hill, Struggling to Connect AMECO, founded in 1946, has produced thousands of professional teachers for Ghana. It stands proudly as one of the oldest teacher-training institutions in the country. Its mission has always been to enlighten minds — but now, the challenge is getting connected minds online. > “On campus, there’s a small pocket of signal,” says Rita, a student in her final year. “It’s not strong, but it’s something. But once you step off campus — especial...

SHE WALKS THE MAZE LIKE A QUEEN By Obed Yadzo Co-founder of Lilbed Wordweave There are some people the world tries to silence—but the ink in their bones refuses to dry. Adja Lilian is one of them. I met her not with thunder or trumpet, but with something rarer: silence that carried wisdom, and a presence that whispered, "Watch me write what others fear to say." She was not just born with a pen in her hand—she was born with a mission etched in her soul. Together, we built Lilbed Wordweave, not just as a name but as a heartbeat. A movement. A living, breathing echo of the words that live in the margins of pain and purpose. When we co-wrote The Perilous Maze, it wasn’t just storytelling—it was survival. It was liberation in stanzas. It was fire disguised as metaphors. And within every chapter, Lilian did what most cannot: She told the truth, and made it beautiful. She Is Not a Writer. She Is a Force. Where most see walls, Lilian sees windows. Where most run from their scars, she...

We Live Differently (Full Version) We are all living—moving toward a future we believe in, a future we claim as ours. Yet the paths we take are not the same. Some reach their destination quickly, others slowly. Even when we aim for the same thing, we approach it with different minds, different thoughts, different ways. How I live my life, how I understand it, how I move through it—is not the same as how you do. That’s why we are not the same. We are not meant to be. Our thoughts are built on different foundations, shaped by experience, pain, joy, and dreams. We gather around life, not as one mold, but as many lenses observing the same scene. So you can't be like me. I can't be like you. And that’s okay. Still, we strive for a future that hasn’t yet arrived—a tomorrow we keep chasing together. But it’s always just ahead, never fully in our hands. That struggle makes us human. And it also makes us different. That’s why we must move through life with empathy, not just sympathy. We...

We Are Not Meant to Be Free  I don’t know why people say they’re busy as if being busy is a choice.  We’re meant to be busy.  Life is business.  Life is survival.   No one is supposed to be free ,not fully, not until death steals our motion.  We are here to keep moving, to keep surviving.  Freedom?  That’s not the mission.  Survival is.   There’s no perfect system waiting for us. No ideal space where we rest endlessly. Only motion, only effort, only the grind of putting things together while everything else keeps moving.   Don’t tell me you’re waiting to be free before you act.  You move while the storm is raging.  You fix the ship while sailing.  That’s the code.   Yes, rest is part of the rhythm, but even that—sleep, a break—is brief.  Leisure is a comma, not a period.  We are not meant to live in pause.  So the next time someone says, “I’m busy,” understand: That’s the point....

Lilbed is a wave of emotional writing that blends motivation, spoken word, and truth with power. Noun- Meaning: Pure services or Servant #Dictionary #University of Oxford

🎤 “If You’re Wondering If God Still Wants You…”  If you think you have to be perfect to come to God… Don’t wait. Don’t wait until your prayers sound poetic, Or until your worship playlist has no skips. Come as you are— Even if your Bible app hasn’t been opened since last month, And your last prayer was just, “God, help.” If you’ve messed up again— Don’t think grace gave up on you. Grace doesn’t walk away like people do. Grace stays. Grace says, “Let’s try again.” If your walk with God feels like a rollercoaster, One day you’re on fire, Next day, you’re in your feelings, Watching Christian TikToks with a bag of chips and a guilty heart… That doesn’t disqualify you. It makes you human. And God knew that when He called you. Don’t think He only uses the strong. He used Moses—a stutterer. He used Peter—an impulsive hothead. He used Paul—a former persecutor. And He can use you— Even if you forgot to finish that Bible-in-a-year plan… again. He’s not waiting on perfection. He’s just waiti...