I remember,
I remember loving the rain
Because it kissed dried leaves
And gave them lives,
It made love to the earth
And made it malleable
It also gave we the children
An opportunity to see the tears of God
I remember,
I remember loving the sun
For its neatness and light
It cooked the ground
To test our feet
And made us know
The importance of the
Bosom of the trees
I remember,
I remember my love for darkness
For grandma sat on her story throne
With trickles of fire-lights showing her face
And deepening the darkness at her back,
Like a muse, she poured down all the secrets of Kwaku Ananse; the spider
Who like a chameleon, went from doing good to being bad
And from being wise to acting foolish
I remember,
I remember loving the farm.
The walk, I believed, strengthened my legs,
The beautiful rivers flowing through
Told me of stories from afar.
I loved the roasted coco-yams
Which were plucked from its mother root
And sent straight into the fire to enter the heaven of my mouth
I remember,
I remember the Africa to remember,
I remember the Virgin Africa,
I remember the African with untainted breeze
I remember the African that respected even the trees
Enough to apologise before cutting them down
I remember the Africa which fed thrills and smiles to her young
I remember the Africa lost in you and I.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Mum Cee 