Ink of De_Governor

11/12/2025

https://governorempirecreations.blogspot.com/p/screams-from-dark-i.html

It has been long. Let us find our feet back with this.

01/06/2024

On the Street is where we are!!!!!!!!!!

Releasing the archives..............

THE STREET LIFE Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps - June 01, 2024 We are black naggers On the street full of beggars Life is hard, making most of us waggers Don’t forget most of us are twiggersSo we hit the street, so our babies will feed A day sick, the household bleeds So we s...

28/04/2024

https://governorempirecreations.blogspot.com/2024/04/take-it-back.html

Here We Go!!

TAKE IT BACK Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps - April 21, 2024 (Dream In Progress) Do I have to seek clearance before I live my life?From they that never offered us a chanceSo we could live up to the dream quickly?.......Do I?Now they are part of the doom-castersSelling our stor...

11/06/2023

Remember you know a writer
The name is Ink of De_Governor
He's been far away gathering pieces
I'll be back again my people
I swear on my life
I can't wait to be back
I know you miss me I know

Ink of De_Governor ✍🏿

21/04/2023

LOCKED IN MY HAVEN
(As written from a rich child POV)

-on 16th May, 2020

Having been born into a wealthy family,
I had no idea what difficulty is.
I had everything from toy cars to guns to expensive bicycle to sophisticated gadgets I never knew how they came into existence, were all at my disposal.
Living in a huge mansion a stranger could get lost on their first visit, I also had my personal driver who drives me to school and back.

When sick, a doctor comes home,
When bored, other rich friends will come over for games,
When confused about my assignment, a teacher is always there,
When tired, I had a huge bed to lay my head on,
When I get sick of the mansion, we go out to national parks and sometimes shopping.
Sometimes I wonder if I ever came into contact with the sand I stand on when I visit the parks.
I was completely locked in my haven.
A haven built by the blood of my blood,
A haven people could only dream of,
A haven which I could say is a paradise on earth,
A haven of havens.

What I never knew was that, outside my haven were people living in blue depths, imperilment, insecurity, bandit territory, davy jones’ locker etc.
And the rhythms of their lives were characterized by indifference and violence, periods of abstract brooding and moments of hunger and anger – like water ebbing and flowing from a faraway invisible force.
They wander and wallow daily to subsist.
What binds and keep them moving is the very foundational element of the society – “Togetherness and hope for a better future”. They survive today and hope to live and fight another day.
And these were the masses of the society.

They hope the rich will stretch their hands towards them so they could clinched onto but the rich had taken an entrenched position.
So they live like a strange plant blooming in the day and wilting at night, but the sun that made it bloom and the cold darkness that made it wilt will never be seen because they are locked up in their version of haven and until a helping hand appears to rescue them, they will forever be locked up in their havens.

Thank you.

Written by:
Isaac Cobbinah (De_Governor)

20/04/2023

A LETTER TO THE UNKNOWN LOVER
(Written and published on 15th May, 2020)

Dear unknown lover,

I wish you get this letter
Poured out from the integral,
and boneless part of my upper receptacle;
Positioned and shifted to the left hand size of my human form.

I have been wondering if this is right to do.
But I just have the conviction that you have to see this.

To the person who secretly loves me,
but cannot confront me
This is yours.

To the one who genuinely loves me,
But circumstances forbade you to draw closer
This is yours.

To the unknown image of God,
Who constantly have a tachycardia
At the sight of me
This is yours.

To the devoted peeress,
Who out of her infatuation for me
Cannot bare to see me in trouble or under pressure
And tries to relieve me,
This is yours.

To the unknown being,
Who covertly prays to her maker
For the blessings of life,
and success in my endeavors;
This is yours.

To the exceptionally stylish goddess,
Who dreams of us been together
For the sake of her ardency;
This is yours.

To the Proverb 31 woman,
This is yours.

I know you are hanging in there,
Just a sign will do.

I have been too blind to see you
Just because I am thinking you aren’t real,
Just a sign will do.
Just a sign will wake me up from my hibernation.
Just a sign will prevent us from hurting each other.
Just a sign will make our hearts resist dilation.
Just a sign and we will start building that golden future together.

To the unknown lover,
Just a sign will do.

With regards and amity.

The One
✍🏾
Signed

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20/04/2023

Hello lovely people.
I trust you are all doing well.

We are going to have some throwback moments of pieces shared on the website.

This is to pave way for new releases coming up very soon.

Do enjoy them.

-ink of De_Governor✍🏿

18/01/2023

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17/01/2023

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