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Kolrich – Yama Nnugbama

Kolrich is one fine artiste pushing his way to the top in the Upper East Music Industry.

Having made his debute in 2020, Kolrich comes our way with a new song for the new year, 2021.

The message in this song is one of priority and must be heard by all. Grab the song via the download link below.

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StarBoy Sarauta – Dodo (Prod. By EilBeats)

Sarauta proves himself a tough rapper ready to stand the trials of time and trends. In this song you are about to hear, Sarauta rapped; he sang; and what else? He did it all and you must bear witness to this great artistry. The bars are hard and hot, while the singing is melodiously executed. A lot in terms of vicious language can be witnessed in Sarauta’s bars, but I needn’t tell you any of that. Just download and let’s take it from there.

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That, Sitting Behind The Rider, Is No Longer Alive: That Is A Dead Body.

    You might have thought you had seen enough about the worst of poverty. But I recently came across how deceased people are taken from villages to the morgue in some remote areas of D. R. Congo. As they cannot afford to rent a hearse to take the body (the morgue being located very far from the village), people decide to wrap the dead body with fabrics then they seat it behind a rider, so the rider takes it to the morgue to get it stored there. This trip can last 10 hours in some cases if the village is very far from the city.

    That’s another sad face of poverty in rural areas of the world.

    Shay’s Story Will Get Tears Streaming Down Your Eyes

      Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, ‘Do you think they’ll let me play?’ I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father, I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

      I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, ‘We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning..’

      Shay struggled over to the team’s bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

      In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

      At the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

      In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base, and Shay was scheduled to be the next at-bat.

      At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

      However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

      The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

      The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

      Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman’s head, out of reach of all teammates.

      Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, ‘Shay, run to first!

      Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

      Everyone yelled, ‘Run to second, run to second!’

      Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

      By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

      He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third baseman’s head.

      Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, ‘Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay’

      Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, ‘Run to third!

      As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming,

      ‘Shay, run home! Run home!’

      Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

      ‘That day’, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, ‘the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world’.

      Shay didn’t make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

      What This Man Did To Get Away From His Wife Will Shock You

        Somewhere in 2016, a man walked into a Kanas City Bank and handed the teller a note. The note demanded the teller hand over money because he had a gun and would shoot her if she didn’t comply. Scared she would be shot; she handed the bewildered-looking bank robber all the money in her till. The would-be bank robber thanked the teller before walking off with about $3,000 in cash. He then proceeded to calmly work towards the lobby, but instead of fleeing out the door, he took a seat as if he were waiting for assistance.

        As the bizarre incident continued to unfold the police were called and the bank employees were ushered out of the building. When the cops turned up at the scene, they were probably expecting a stand-off with a deranged armed bank robber, but instead what they found was a defeated looking man in his 70s, that went by the name Lawrence Ripple. When the baffled police officers asked why he did it he looked at them and said, “all I wanted to do was get away from my wife.”

        In the days leading up to the robbery Lawrence who was suffering from depression from a series of heart surgeries, was feeling particularly down with his lot in life and it wasn’t helped by the constant nagging from his slightly overbearing wife. Feeling trapped between a rock and a hard place and what probably started as a thinly veiled threat, turned into the perfect solution to get away from his nagging wife: prison.

        He wrote out the note that he was later to hand the teller and looked at his wife and says, “I would rather be in prison than sit here and listen to you for another minute,” before walking out the door.

        Under normal circumstances, most would find a way to cool the head. Maybe go for a jog or a nice strong drink down the local pub. Instead, Lawrence Ripple was going to see his cry for help through in a spectacular fashion and continued onto the bank.

        Did he want to go to prison to get away from his wife or was it a loud cry for help? In court, the lawyer defending him painted the situation as a just that, a cry for help from a deeply depressed man. Lawrence Ripple was very remorseful of his actions and the teller from the bank asked the judge for leniency when sentencing him.

        Lawrence was looking at twenty years for the offence but in this instance, the judge acted with compassion and listened to Ripple’s pleas for help and sentenced him to 7 months home confinement. Lawrence Ripple was asked to be escorted to his home as he pleaded for the judge to give him the twenty years.

        The worst thing I ever did: I slept with my best friend’s girlfriend’s mother

          I was 19 years old, and it was the first year after completing school. My best friend was dating this girl for quite some time. The girl was living with her mother who had divorced. Her mother’s name was Bernice. Bernice’s house became our frequent weekend hangout as she allowed us to have parties at her house and she allowed the young people to share rooms with their girlfriends and such. On Sundays, she would also cook the most delicious Sunday lunches for all the hungover people still in her house at that time.

          Parties at her house would always be people pitching in the evening and we would drink, dance, barbeque, and couples would slip away to rooms. After the party, there would be couples all over the house doing their thing and people would be sleeping all over the house. On nights that I didn’t hook up with anybody, I would sleep in the living room, often with a few couples trying to do their ‘thing’ quietly under blankets in the living room as well.

          Bernice was a very good looking woman, but she didn’t carry herself as the ‘hot mom’. She had short black hair that was going grey and she had blue eyes. She was a typical ‘mom’ who dressed her age and carried herself with dignity. She was a mom figure to most of the people who frequented the parties at her house. She didn’t join in our partying, but she was always there, often talking to whoever had heartache or making sure everybody had something to eat, or helping those who got drunk and got sick. She took care of everybody, but never got in our way. Her room was also always off-limits and the kids at the parties always respected that. We didn’t want to do anything to make her stop us from using her house as our part venue.

          After one particular part, I was lying in the living room. I was sharing the living room with 2 couples and the other rooms in the house were also occupied with couples. Both couples were ‘busy’ under their blankets and I was trying my best to fall asleep. At one stage the kitchen light went on and I could see Bernice getting herself a glass of water. She was in her nightgown. She noticed that I was still awake and also noticed that the couples I was sharing the living room with were also still awake, because of the movements and sounds from under the blanket. After getting herself a glass of water, she turned off the kitchen light.

          Shortly after the light went off I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder. I looked up and it was Bernice. She gestured with her head that I should follow her.

          I followed her to her room and she closed the door behind us. She whispered to me that it must have been awkward for me in the living room and she said that I was welcome to share her bed, but she also said that I shouldn’t expect any ‘funny stuff’. She said she would wake me up early enough to go back to the living room so that we don’t arouse any suspicion.

          We got into bed laying with our backs to each other. After about 15 minutes I felt her turn around. A little later I felt her hand on my hip. I thought she was asleep and thought nothing of it. Then her hand moved to my penis. Pretending I was asleep, I turned on my back. Her hand then started rubbing my fast-growing rod. Still, I didn’t react. She then slipped her hand into my pants and gripped my penis that was by now nearly fully erect. I then turned towards her and saw her eyes looking straight at mine. I started touching her breasts. She wasn’t fat, but she also wasn’t skinny. Her breasts were quite large. At least a D-cup. We still didn’t say a word to each other, but she pulled me on top of her and we started kissing. I pulled up her nightgown and slipped my hand into her panties. She was hairy down there and she was wet, wet, wet.

          She started moaning as I rubbed her clitoris and slipped a finger into her wet vagina. She started pulling my pants down and I removed her panties. I removed my pants and got on top of her again and entered her. I still had my t-shirt on and she had her nightgown on. I moved in her and she was trying hard to stifle her moans. She pressed her fingernails into my back and bit me on the shoulder as she climaxed a while later. I came inside her a few moments after she climaxed. When I wanted to get off her, she clung to me and started kissing me passionately. After a few moments, I felt my penis growing again. I started moving inside her again and after a while, she turned me over and mounted me. This time she took off her nightgown and she removed my shirt. She lay on me as she rode me, her large, soft breasts and hard nipples moving up and down my chest.

          We still did not speak up until this point. After a while, she got off me and mounted me reverse cowgirl style. Her moans indicated to me that she was nearing climax again. This time her fingernails dug into my thighs and her thrusts became harder as she climaxed again. This time we climaxed at almost the same time and again I came deep inside her. She got off and fell down beside me on the be,d panting hard. She took my face in her hands and again kissed me passionately. Then only did she speak the first time since I lay down beside her. She whispered to me “Thank you! I really, really needed that.”.

          We fell asleep in each other’s arms and I got up early and went to the living room before anybody else woke up. The next morning we acted as if nothing happened, but she was very cheerful at breakfast. Her daughter even asked her why she was in such a good mood. Our eyes met and she winked at me before flashing me a big smile.

          We hooked up three times in the same manner in the following months. To this day I haven’t had a blowjob like the ones Bernice gave. She also cooked the most delicious mutton chops every Sunday. She eventually started dating my friend’s boss and they got married. My friend married her daughter.

          What is the difference between a coffin and a casket?

            Many people often confuse the two.

            What you are looking at below is not a coffin. It is a casket.

            Coffins: Have 6 sides. They are designed to taper off at the bottom to accommodate the feet.

            Originally they were used because they were seen as more efficient uses of wood.

            Caskets became popular over the past 200 years because they are seen as being slightly less morbid —the 4-sided shape being less reminiscent of a dead body.

            Fun stuff, right?

            This is absolutely insane!

              From birth, this guy was completely normal and nothing on the physical indicators was radically different from peers. As a teenager, Carlos contacted a bad company and started using alcohol and drugs. The tragedy that changed his life occurred when he was 14 years old. Being in a state of alcohol and drug intoxication, Carlos stole a car and got into an accident. During the collision, the teenager flew through the windshield and hit his head on the asphalt. The doctors managed to save his life, but a significant fragment of the skull and brain had to be removed.

              A noteworthy fact is that after all operations and period of rehabilitation, the patient, who had lost much of the brain, did not change at all. He retained all the memories and mental abilities. Despite the fact that Carlos Rodriguez is a “man without a brain” (he clearly demonstrates the photo in the article), he continues to smile, is able to support conversation on various topics, quickly and appropriately answers the questions posed. Scientists today do not have a precise explanation of how one can live without the brain and retain most of the mental functions. A popular hypothesis in the scientific community is that the nerve endings in the abdominal part are partially replaced by the traditional organ of thinking.

              Rockcity Receive Their Plaques, Motorbike, and a Whopping Sum of Money from UEMA

              At the ceremony organized by HMB-UEMA organizers yesterday in the regional capital, Bolgatanga, Rockcity received the plaques for the awards they won at the recently held Happy Man Bitters Upper East Music Awards(HMB-UEMA).

              Rockcity, who won the biggest award of the Scheme, Artiste of the Year, 2020, received a grand prize of a brand new motorbike and a case of a whopping Ghc3000. Fans of Rockcity, Rockcityzens, were also present at the event to support their brand.

              The event also saw other award winners receive their plaques.

              By this act, HMB-UEMA has made a profound statement about it’s credibility and commitment to ensuring that the Award Scheme gains the trust of all stakeholders in the music industry in the Upper East Region.

              We commend the organizers of the HMB-UEMA for honouring our hardworking and deserving artistes.

              Scenes from the event.

              Mr K – Koomi (Prod. By Master C)

              As an all-around artiste, expect different flavours of music from the ever-amazing Rapper, Mr K.

              The song you are about to hear is one of superior lyrical quality, blended with a groovy instrumentation. You may want to get into your dance shoes before you listen to this song.

              Mr K is the artiste; Koomi, the song; Master C, the producer.

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