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Spoken Word

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Currently I don't do Spoken Word Poetry but these are some of my favorites


1. Oblogo Concerto by Professor Atukwei Okai




2. X-Ray by Mutombo Da Poet




3. Falling by Yom Nfojoh 






4. Before the Time of Bayonets by Prof Kofi Anyidoho





5. Ghana, Where I'm From  by Mutombo Da Poet




6. Just Another Black Boy by Mutombo Da Poet



7. Black Star Rising (In Memory of Luck Dube) by Mutombo Da Poet




8. Poetry Saved My Life by Mutombo Da Poet



9. My Old Home by Mutombo Da Poet



10. Sweet Memories by Mutombo Da Poet



find Mutombo Da Poet on twitter @MutomboDaPoet


11. Mission Possible by Yom feat C-Real




12. If I Was a Top notch Poet by Linton Kwesi Johnson



 13. TamaraŹ¼s Opus by Joshua Bennett



14. Un Poco Loco by Amiri Baraka


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When bats at 37 take to flight, At a quarter past four Or, whatever time Accra heralds the night,

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The inexplicable
Is proof there's a God.

This, for me,
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More than we did yesterday
Then, God is
a constantly contracting chamber of ignorance.

Now if it is so
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May be forgiven
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The God killer.

But if God is
the beginning of wisdom
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For lack of knowledge
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Then it stands to reason
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