(Today is World Poetry Day. Let me start my day with a walk with my president. I love and respect the headship because he represents Ghana, my motherland. When things go wrong, writers have the pens. And this is how I choose to use mine today)
Nothing is by mistake
I would’ve said by mistake,
You were chosen to follow,
Then by death’s mistake,
You were chosen, after being pursued, to lead
A young shoot leading a mountain
A star leading suns and moons
A small star ruling the sky
Interesting and all eyes were keen in watching
Many thought your small light
Will make it easier for you to zoom in on the sky
And I can’t say you have not tried!
But then you took on corruptive fireflies
Fireflies hungry to feed
And many see you as one yourself
As for me, I have no voice in the matter
Whether you gathered and others stole
Or gathered and stole with them,
I am no witch to know, so I won’t judge
But all blame heads if legs and hands rebel
Stars can’t shine brighter than the moon
Or sun, that I understand,
But must that be taken literal?
If promises developed long running legs
From your abled-mouth,
Must “dum” accompany your eyes to see?
Upon our walk, we stumbled on a SADA stealing
Upon our walk, we stumbled on a GYEEDA stealing
Upon our walk, many mouths have been shut by failure;
With dum, how many enterprises can stand on weak kwashiorkor legs?
That rumours walk in whispers
Of your familiar richness
Is one of the scary hushnesses
A walk with you has seen many striking deaf and dumps
If even they heard or saw enough to strike
Then which good annals will have your name in ink?
That will be bad business!
But even you claim you are dead and a goat!
Show some respect Amoafowaa!
No one voted for a dead goat
Could it be we struggled for a goat
And killed it before a great occasion?
If this walk will yield any results
It will start from you and end with you
How about getting more passionate Gomashies
How about nailing all the helpless Woyos?
How about cleaning the filth in your cabinet?
This neatness is not literal
Let it start from above
And we below will follow your sync
Ghana is greater than all our hurdles
But a floating ship, no matter how strong,
Will sink on any river or sea
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015