FOR THE GHANAIAN FLAGSTRESS

Thoughts soo advanced
Have descended the stairs of the earth
Hands so talented lay still
Refusing to move, even when danger announces its coming
Theodosia Oko!

II
She married the colours
Red, gold, green with a black star
Mating the gold
And gave perfect meanings
As to why it must flag the Ghana land
But her red now turns blood
Blood not of our forefathers
Blood of hers stopping in her veinly tracks
Yellow turns to her sunset
Instead of our minerals
Green turns to her veins’ poisoning instead of our vegetation
As the black star shows
Her breath gave up hope on her body
And is leading her beyond

III
A feat for a lady
Whose worth was then in the kitchen
If Yaa Asantewaa was hailed as gallant
You are being hailed for your talent
For your intelligence
For your creativity
And for being the perfect messenger of our forefathers

IV
Your footsteps shake our ground now,
Although you lived to the fullest,
But when it enters the gates of the heavens
We shall sing praises
For being blessed with a blessing like you

V
I hope the blood of our forefathers stop tearing
And our green vegetation feed, clothe and bring in income
While the minerals show our wealth
Making us work harder to win their trust
As the star of hope turns to a star of fulfillment

V
Sleep not, wise one
As you join those who toiled
Rest not, creative one
Tell it all to them
And let all ‘dum’ be ‘s)’
Let all long hands stealing from the nation’s coffers be caught
Let all treasoners of the nation repent and confess
Before your buttocks grace the sofas of our forefathers in rest
Mama Theo, Go in Peace
Mama Theo, ‘Yaa w) Ojogbaan’
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015