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Welcome To the land of Kosowo

 




Welcome to the new land of 'Kosowo',

Welcome to the land where cash was King,

When it comes with its entourage of bags and envelopes, 

It is respected and loved by many,

Where its presence brought life and happiness,

Where it smell stings faster to the blood 

and people ready to die to join the community of the land, 


In a land where cash was king,

now its value has lost its ring.

The economy's crumbling down,

no more coins or bills to be found.


Once upon a time, it was easy to pay,

just pull out some cash and go on your way.

But now the world has turned around,

the mighty naira no longer holds its ground.


People barter and trade for goods,

the idea of cash seems now so crude,

A world where wealth is not defined,

by how much money you have at the bank,

But by how much you have at hand, 


No more beggars on the street,

for the things they need, they simply meet.

The rich and poor are now the same,

cash no longer be the source of fame.


Welcome to the Land, where everyone is asking for the King,

With no face to the date when the king will return,

With no certainty that some basic life issue will be addressed by the king.


A world where kindness and sharing reigned,

where everyone's needs were met, without pain.

A land with no cash now may seem strange,

but it's a world that's seen a great change.
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  1. DA'FEMSYFebruary 18, 2023 at 5:24 AM

    Make Sense.. More wisdom to ur big head Mi Lady

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 19, 2023 at 4:42 AM

    Miss, I miss the king also and yes I have always respected it. But yes the Cash King has to go cause it reduce the risk of a lot of things. Miss Ola thanks for this things It is the truth

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