The Survival Creed
Dear One,
Survival is not only about breathing or staying alive. Even the weakest bird in the sky breathes. True survival is deeper: it is to stand when storms try to bend you, to rise when the world pushes you down, and to leave behind a name that refuses to be erased.
These are not rules from books, but lessons carved from the ground of life itself. Walk with them. Carry them like a shield. Let them sharpen your steps and strengthen your heart.
1. The ground does not carry the careless twice.
Life forgives once, but not forever. If you fall the same way twice, the ground will bury you. Learn quickly. Move wiser.
2. A man who hides his thirst will drown in silence.
Do not swallow your hunger. Speak when you must. Ask, seek, knock — for a closed mouth dies even in a house of plenty.
3. The sky watches, but the earth decides.
Prayers and dreams rise upward, but only action on the ground gives them flesh. Work, for even heaven respects the man who moves.
4. Strength is not in the fist, but in the patience to unclench it.
Anger is easy, restraint is divine. The strongest man is not the fighter, but the one who holds back when he could strike.
5. The one who outruns his shadow will never find his face.
You can run from people, but never from yourself. Face your truth. Conquer the man in the mirror. That is survival’s first victory.
6. Survival is not living longer — it is refusing to vanish.
Years are counted in calendars, but survival is counted in memory. Live so that your name does not disappear.
7. A wound that teaches is sharper than a sword that kills.
Pain is a teacher in disguise. Every scar is proof that you fought and grew. Do not despise it — embrace the wisdom it brings.
8. Fire only respects the hand that dares to burn.
Life bows to the brave. To command fire, you must be willing to face its heat. Risk is the price of greatness.
9. The last breath of fear is the first breath of freedom.
Fear is the heaviest chain. Break it, and you will breathe like a free man.
10. He who owns nothing cannot be stolen from.
Do not let things own you. If your heart is free from chains, no one can rob you of your peace.
11. Hunger is the only promise the world keeps.
The world will always leave you wanting. Do not curse hunger; let it drive you, sharpen you, push you forward.
12. Silence is a blade sharper than any sword.
Words expose, silence protects. Listen twice before speaking once. Quietness is a shield and a weapon.
13. Death does not end survival — forgetting does.
We all die, but not all are erased. Live in such a way that your story is carried long after your breath is gone.
14. The storm bends the weak, but forges the strong.
Storms do not come to destroy you, but to shape you. Weak trees fall; strong ones grow deeper roots.
15. Legacy is the only shelter that cannot collapse.
Money fades, power breaks, crowns rust. But legacy — what you plant in others — will stand forever.
Dear One, never forget this: Survival is not about avoiding death. It is about refusing to be erased. Every man will stop breathing, but not every man will stop living. Let these words guide you in dark times. Carry them as your creed. Live so that when you are gone, your light remains.
📚 Written by Obed Yadzo (Lilbed Wordweave), 2025
THE AGONY IN MY HEART
A heavy heart, a weight I bear,
A pain that gnaws, and lingers there,
A sorrow deep, a wound that's sore,
A heart that's breaking, forever more.
The ache within, a fire that burns,
A grief that's constant, and yearns,
To find release, to heal and mend,
But like a shadow, it never ends.
In darkest nights, it whispers low,
A melancholy echo, that only I know,
The pain in my heart, a heavy load,
A burden carried, on this troubled road.
Tears fall like rain, a deluge deep,
A heart that's weeping, in endless sleep,
The pain it gnaws, a relentless guest,
A sorrow that's lodged, in my breast.
In silence, I scream, a voiceless cry,
A pain that's bottled, and locked inside,
The weight of it, a crushing stone,
A heart that's heavy, and barely known.
The memories haunt, a ghostly refrain,
A pain that's triggered, again and again,
The heart it aches, a hollowed space,
A sorrow that's etched, upon my face.
In this darkness, I search for light,
A glimmer of hope, to guide through the night,
A pain that's easing, a heart that's free,
A future unfolding, for me to see.
THE PROSPEROUS GATES
The gates of prosperity swing wide,
A path unfolding, where dreams reside,
Abundance flows, like a river's stream,
A future bright, where hopes beam.
With every step, a new door's key,
Unlocks the potential, that's meant to be,
Success and fortune, hand in hand,
A journey prosperous, through this promised land.
The gates of plenty, open wide and free,
Inviting all, to abundance's glee,
A time of growth, a season of might,
A prosperous fall, where dreams take flight.
Harvests of joy, and fruitful yields,
A season of plenty, where hearts are filled,
The earth gives generously, its bounty rare,
A prosperous fall, beyond compare.
In this season, of abundance and gold,
We reap the rewards, of hard work told,
The gates of prosperity, a blessing true,
A time to celebrate, all that we've pursued.
With gratitude, we gather in,
The fruits of labor, and the harvest's win,
A time to share, and give with cheer,
A prosperous fall, that's crystal clear.
May the gates of prosperity remain,
Open wide, and welcoming, to all who gain,
A future bright, with promise and light,
A prosperous fall, that shines so bright.
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Advertising & Marketing
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├─ 1. Advertising
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├─ 2. Advertising as Communication
│ └─ Sender → Message → Medium → Receiver → Feedback
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├─ 3. Types of Advertising
│ ├─ Product, Institutional, Informative
│ ├─ Persuasive, Reminder, Comparative
│ └─ Public Service, Trade/B2B, Digital
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├─ 4. Media of Advertising
│ ├─ Print, Broadcast, Outdoor
│ ├─ Digital, Direct Mail, Cinema
│ └─ Non-Traditional / Emerging
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├─ 5. Marketing
│ ├─ Customer-centered, Value creation
│ └─ Functions: Research, Product, Price, Place, Promotion, CRM
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├─ 6. Market Segmentation
│ ├─ Demographic, Geographic
│ ├─ Psychographic, Behavioral
│ └─ Example: MTN Ghana audience targeting
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├─ 7. Marketing Mix (4Ps + 7Ps)
│ ├─ Product, Price, Place, Promotion
│ └─ People, Process, Physical Evidence
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├─ 8. Advertising Campaigns
│ ├─ Objective, Target, Message, Media
│ └─ Budget, Creative, Timing, Evaluation
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├─ 9. Advertising Agency
│ ├─ Research, Creative, Media, Production, Evaluation
│ └─ Types: Full-service, Boutique, Media, Digital, In-house
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└─ 10. Advertising Industry & Structure
├─ Advertisers, Agencies, Media
├─ Suppliers, Regulators
└─ Consumers
UNREQUITED FEELINGS
In whispers of what could've been, I hear your name
A heartbeat echoes, a love so true, yet in vain
My soul yearns for the touch that will never be mine
A longing that remains, forever intertwined
With every breath, I'll hold on to the memories we've made
Though they may bring pain, they're all I have to convey
The depth of my emotions, the love I hold so dear
A heart that beats for you, though you may never hear
In dreams, I see us together, a love so pure and true
But dawn awakens, and reality breaks through
Your heart belongs to another, and mine beats for you alone
A love unshared, a heart that's made to atone
Your smile, a ray of sunshine in my day
A glimpse of happiness, that's gone too fast away
Your laughter, music to my ears
A melody that brings both joy and tears
I'll cherish every moment we shared
Though it may not be enough, it's all I've dared
To hope that someday, you might see
The love I have for you, and feel it too, maybe, but cherish you forever
THE DARK SMOKE
Dark smoke rises high
A somber veil that touches the sky
A symbol of destruction's might
Leaving behind a trail of blight
It chokes the air, it clouds the sight
A harbinger of danger's plight
It speaks of fire's fierce roar
And all that's lost, forever more
The acrid smell, the bitter taste
The fear that grips, the anxious pace
The smoke that swirls, the ashes cold
A reminder of what's been lost, what's grown old
But even in the darkest smoke
There's a glimmer of a distant hope
A chance for renewal, a chance to start
To rise from ashes, a new heart
Through the haze, a light will shine
Guiding us forward, a new path divine
The smoke will clear, the sun will rise
And from the embers, new life will arise
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📚 2025/2026 SHS Academic Calendar Released
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Ghana Education Service announces official timelines for SHS 1, SHS 2, and SHS 3 under Single Track and Transitional calendars.
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The Ghana Education Service has officially released the 2025/2026 academic calendar for Senior High Schools (SHS) across the country.
The new calendar provides timelines for both Single Track and Transitional Calendar systems.
For SHS 1 and SHS 2 students, the academic year begins on 18th October 2025 and ends in August 2026.
Meanwhile, SHS 3 students will start earlier on 11th October 2025 and complete their academic work by June 2026 ahead of the West African Senior School Certificate Examination (WASSCE) scheduled for 20th April – 20th June 2026.
Under the Transitional Calendar, new SHS 1 students will resume on 30th January 2026, while SHS 2 and SHS 3 students will follow adjusted schedules to align with the new structure.
The Education Service emphasized that the release of the academic calendar is part of measures to ensure smooth running of the academic year, effective teaching, and timely preparation of students for examinations.
“The 2025/2026 academic calendar ensures fairness, balance, and adequate preparation time for all SHS students.” –
GES Official ✍🏽
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A Student’s Hope is A+ in chains
His Books in hand is the excellent thanks
His future is bright,
Dreams awake in morning light.
His Calendar is set, the journey is clear,
We march with hope into the year.
The release of this academic calendar provides clarity and assurance for students, teachers, and parents.
With defined timelines,
all SHS students are encouraged to make the most of their study periods and prepare adequately for both internal and external examinations.
THE MESSENGER OF AUTHORITY
The shuffles for the sky
Coat froged with must
Walking stick happing in drops open the earth
His bead trails in streams
His breath a damp sigh over fields that bend to hear his stones
Each drop is a memory to the community
An old tale repeated
Falling again and so we do not forget
He mumbles softly most times
He laughs hoarsely,a down poor against the roof
He leaves behind puddles mirrors for children
Reminders for grown men before drifting on
An ancient traveler,
Carring the weight of the sky
The great man of wisdom
May your smiles never fade
May your laughs never cease
The great messenger of our time
I wish i was there to witness your existence
MY INK FEEL JOY
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
Kingdom Youth Band: Oti Region’s Rising Musical Force
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Kingdom Youth Band: Oti Region’s Rising Musical Force
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Founded in 2024 in Kwamekrom, the Kingdom Youth Band is bringing vibrant brass music to a new generation.
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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
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1. BRECHIM RICHARD
2. BRECHIM ABRAHAM
3. BRECHIM RAPHAEL
4. APPIAH GODWIN
5. ALHASAN INNUSA
6. ABOTSI NEWTON
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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 sound, a mix of traditional rhythms and modern flair, is earning attention across the region and beyond.
"Music connects us to our heritage and our future," says a band member.
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Brass Beats of Kwamekrom
From every horn, a story flies,
And through Oti skies, it melody cries.
Youthful hands, their hearts full of fire, Echoing in voices on beat and tone
And within the same same pleasant hymns,
Kingdom brass lifts dreams higher.
Though newly established, the Kingdom Youth Brass Band is already making a lasting impact on the cultural landscape of the Oti Region.
With talent, dedication, and a commitment to inspiring their community, the band is poised to become one of Ghana’s most celebrated youth musical ensembles.
For inquiries, contact Kingdom Youth Brass Band: 📞 059 258 8339
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THE COMEDIANS FLAME 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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.
THE HIDDEN FALLEN TEARS
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
BARCELONA STILL BARCELONA 🔥🔥🔥
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 Eva Duarte", three in hand, "Copa de la Liga", twice they stand.
Across the seas, on Europe’s stage, Five "Champions League" crowns mark their age. Four "Cup Winners’ Cups" in might, Five "UEFA Super Cups"shine bright.
The "Fairs Cup", three of history’s lore, Two "Latin Cups" and still there’s more. On global stage, the journey’s done — Three ,Club World Cups,already won.
Over a hundred trophies claim, Each one carved into Barça’s name. A cabinet vast, a legacy clear, A century of greatness, year after year.
For Barça is more than the goals we see, It’s Cruyff, it’s Messi, it’s history. It’s pride, it’s passion, it’s more than a game, Forever — més que un club, one name.
THE DAWN STAR 🌟 OF BARCELONA
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."⚡🔥
THE DAY I FELT INVISIBLE
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.
RAIN AS A MESSENGER
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.
THE UNFATHOMABLE DEPTH
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
LOST BUT FOUND TREASURE
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
Peace you hold till mother call
You laughed, and time rewound it's thread
Old stories danced, new hope were fed
What we once lost, fate softly minded
And a new chapter just descended
Ohh the royal treasure of treasures