It’s been 57 strong years
57 years of downs and downs
Ha, Ghana must be a hell of a woman
Still standing after being wobbled,
Troubled,
Searched and robbed,
Slapped and teased,
Nursed dry,
Stripped naked,
With sand thrown on her cushioned hair and into her bright eyes
Ridden like a horse under bad to worse riders
Who seek nothing but their destinations
Cradled and smiled at only when her hair needs to be pulled
By her very own of whom I am a part
Mother Ghana;
You truly are a mother.
A mother whose complexion can never be bought with wealth
You’ve borne and still continue to bear the rains and the hot sunshine
While your children play in your belly with weapons that do not favour you.
You still cover the pierced parts with your hurt hands to keep us safe
I know the voices of your good children reach no where
But like the prayerful mother hated by her children
Pray for us
Pray for change
Pray for you
Someday, someday we will get together
After convincing ourselves of your worth,
We will adorn you with medals of love
Of self sufficiency
Of gratefulness for your resemblance
Of dignity
And of the willpower to hail you so high for the whole world to see
Long live Africa!
Long live West Africa!!
Long live mother Ghana!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.
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