You know the spine of every palm frond
Holds it firmly
Even in the slaps and blows of the wind
You know a seed holds the future of its fruit
You know divinations of norms
Twist paths of stories
I am on this drive which the winds of life turn
Abrempong mu Obrempong
Lead my drive!
II
In a vehicle where I am a passenger in a bit
A mate in a bit
A driver in a bit to be turned into a passenger again
Only to get off at your appointed station
I need you to perfect my seed
I need you to fix its all
I need you to hold it into independence
So I don’t turn the alighted not so delighted
Anyame mu Onyame
Lead my drive!
III
This road is filled with claws and pores
Yet my tyres have no where else to thread
Every puncture fills the fun of fickles
Every stop digs the greed of pushers
Every break oils the need of the unscrupulous
Every empty tank calls for even thirsty gallons
So Odomankomah!
Odi Asaase yi so ahenkan!
Judah mu gyata!
Please lead my drive!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 17, 2017
