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Snippet of "A BOOK THAT NEVER DIES II: the creation story"

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Photo: Snippet of "A BOOK THAT NEVER DIES II: the creation story Then one day, Nyame asked his brother finally, "Bonsam, let's create something in our own kind?" He rejected quickly stating categorically that Humans might grow and overthrow him. And therefore wouldn't be a part of that venture So Nyame had no option than to visit Asaase Yaa Who received Nyame very warmly and kindly And agreed to let Nyame build His planet inside her. First he began by creating a husband for Yaa, Ewiam Who happened to be the sky that we see everyday He separated the water from Asaase Yaa's belly Full poem out on 2nd December, 2013
Then one day, Nyame asked his brother finally,
"Bonsam, let's create something in our own kind?"
He rejected quickly stating categorically that
Humans might grow and overthrow him.
And therefore wouldn't be a part of that venture
So Nyame had no option than to visit Asaase Yaa
Who received Nyame very warmly and kindly
And agreed to let Nyame build His planet inside her.

First he began by creating a husband for Yaa, Ewiam
Who happened to be the sky that we see everyday
He separated the water from Asaase Yaa's belly



Full poem out on 2nd December, 2013

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