Spoken words: Drug Abuse by Atachie Richard Agbalenhrola (prod. by Bossbrain)

Atachie Richard Agbalenhrola, a multi-talented Poet, Songwriter, Comedian, Dramatist, and a Novelist is has finally released his first single dubbed DRUG ABUSE produced by Bossbrain. This the best Spoken Word piece under the production of Kasafraka Ghana is here to help fight against Drug Abuse which is causing the Youth a lot of unhealthy living as well as ending their lives. In this piece, Atachie Richard Agbalenhrola explained why it isn’t good for the youth and everyone to abuse drugs and also encourages them to live a good virtue for…

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