THE 58 WE’VE ‘ATE’

Mama Ghana,

Are you turning in your grave?

Are we all doomed for the grave?

Have we doom, on your grave, engraved?

Don’t be bitter, we’re all not litter

II

Mama Ghana,

Be a little content

We hold onto our peace like fishermen and their paddles

Although our ship is in the middle of the unknown

And the storms scare dangerously

III

Yes, our power is showing us its Power,

It’s true our oil has been manipulated to make us toil

I know our earnings are gobbled by our debts

But cheer us on in hope

IV

You see it all

Your resources in greedy pockets,

I know you see it all,

The corruption which walks in soft shoes

You see it all, our near fall

But be contented, and cheer us on

V

The 58 we’ve ate

Looks like our souls being eaten

But cheer us on Mama Ghana

We will get a good captain, some day

We will catch all corrupt whisperers, some day

We will get there, some day

We sure will get there; to your satisfaction, some day

So be contented and cheer us on

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015