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Adwoa’s Way Home | African Writer Magazine

Death Is… | Lolwe

A Job Is A Lullaby to the ears | Barzakh Magazine

Are Jobs Really Hard To Get? | Bright Aboagye

Do They See You?

I saw my death at the Legon Interdenominational Church

Man and His Love | Fiction on the Web

DAWNS | XRAY LIT

Afram Plains | The Weganda Review

DRIVE

The House as a Picture of the Past | Wensum Literary

Scars as a Metaphor of the Past - Fiction by Ghanaian Writer, Bright Aboagye | Ta Adesa

The Orchard of Independence | Bright Aboagye

I lost My Head When My Father Smiled| Eulogy Press

Fatherly | Writers Space

how do I sing my pain? and Tempus | African Writer Magazine

night calls & break | Crowstep Journal

Me And My Disease Called Love

Invocation of the dead parents | Acropolis Journal

give him ransom when you see him | Discretionary Love

Broken Wings | Kalahari Review

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