My heart bleed black, as I sit in my wheel chair with my two hands amputated, reflecting the fled peaceful days I ruined with my actions as a politician....
Seeing women and children half dead and half alive, with vultures and bats conducting a postmortem on decayed human flesh,
Hmmm I bow in shame for wiping a whole generation with my violent act because I was hungry for power...
Observing for years I have been, the groans and gnashing of teeth's of humans in other countries because of political violence, Congo, Sierra Leon, Liberia, oh! Ivory Coast ......
So I plead, like a naked new born child seeking to be clothed,
Let's blow off all the horrid thoughts and think peace....
Oh! Brother....
Oh! Sister......
Oh! Mother
Oh.! Father.....
Why bark "Twaso", " Toaso", "y3 sesamu", armed, that will quicken and activate violence...
What shall thou gain?, if the country begins to bleed? Whiles our beloved country GHANA, presents a sublime peace moral spectacle to the world....
As ships rely on one small anchor, so our lives rest on a single breath...
Let us all notice, that, the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, whiles the bamboo and the willow survives by bending with the wind..
Let's stand for peace...

Oh! Peace arise, for thy silence is loud.

" my peace letter"

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