ROLL CALL! VALIANTS OF SIKAMAN

Let me be the first to call

My nature has made it thus.

Yes, I am the atumpan!

Let me, allow me to call,

Then you, agyegyedo will respond,

Then mpintin will follow

Then ansaba will add her intense voice

By the abled help of “nsa a emu ἐ’dene”

There is an urgent need to call

“Kon kon kon kon kon!”

Fellow Sikamanians

Wake up!

Dress up!

And meet us.

Meet us by the mouth of the hungry Sikaman River

We need to save our Sika.

Who or what will we be without our Sika?

But our Sika is drowning in the great turned disrespectful Sikaman River

Our Sika is drowning in our Sikaman River

Our Sika is drowning in the Sikaman River

We cannot rely on the gods of Sikaman

I heard they have lost their touch

We cannot rely on the fetishes of Sikaman

I hear they are witch hunting, bickering and fighting over the impotent male childre of Sika

While Sika and her beautiful daughters drown

We need to hurry

“Mmrantewaa aa mogya munu nam mo mu

Ne mmabaawa abrane”

We need to hurry to save this woman without whom our doomed fate is sealed

We need to hurry to get there before things get out of hands

Our strength will be enough

We do not need the weakly made umbrellas that fall apart when there are slight storms

We do not need the elephants to come from the bush in orderfor us  to embark on this operation

We do not need the cockerel which wakes us up only to end up as meat in some random soup

We do not need the coconut which loses its essence after its water is drained and its belly is scraped

We do not need  the fallen red sun that shines to blind

Neither do not need the eagle that loses its battlet with even the weak chickens

All we need is ourselves.

We only need our minds in a productive marriage

To produce beautiful and skillful giant baby thoughts

Who will help save the beautiful Sika and her daughters

We are the Ghana Asafo

We do not dance for fun

We dance in trials by taking bold steps

Falling into the right frenzy to right the wrongs

And to save precious lives

Run to the Sikwman River now

And let’s see the he or she man or woman who will stop us

We are The “Mogyamonu Anyansafo” of Sikaman

We are the “ἐnἐ and daakye of Sika-man”

Our flamed eyes must be used to drain part of the disrespectful river

To serve as a deterrent to naughty “nsuwa nsuwa”

We are Sikaman, Yes,

We are The Oman of Sika

And The Sika of  Oman is us!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.