Sea tortoises
…living in their sea in body, soul and spirit
…loving their sea as silver lining love their sky
…working to clean their sea like lotuses in mud
Are worth celebrating –
…when Asaase Yaa chooses to honour its builders
Shikaman bii, oyiwaladɔn!

Strong eagles
…watching and protecting
…as normal eyes sleep
Stamping near security of peace
…sacrificing their strengths for sound sleepers
…risking their lives
For this golden coast turned Ghana to stand!
The tears of dawn
…are but thankful appreciations
For your indefatigable
Nananom nhyira nka mo o!

You crowing cocks
…whose azans and bells
…wake to send us to our handiworks
Like children
…lovingly dragged from beds
…by their proud mothers
Deserve a worthy thanksgiving
On this day when legs and arms of work, rest to be celebrated
Nnaase o!

Oh mighty bookworms!
You who chase words
…into their sentence compounds
And proceed
…to their understanding chambers
Climbing storeys
…to enlighten minds with your finds
Uprooting mountains
…of distracting illiteracy
Throwing light on life paths
…and laws
…and monies
…and fates
Deserve a standing ovation
Would an Ayekoo act shea butter
…to massage the tiredness
…off your minds?
Ayekoo o!

To the sheep who follow to maintain sanity
…aware of the potentials of they
…turning meat in forbidden errors
To the goats who live
…rebelling, receiving lashes
…but determined to station the steering
…of this nation on its proper road
To the dogs who bark
…scaring off oppression
…in protection of our sovereignty
To the owls who watch out
…making sure troubles walk not in sleep
…to give us surprise greetings in attacks
To the trees who shade
…giving breaths to the weary
…shading and protecting our homes through windbreaks
And all the fine species
…in this beautiful near paradise
…whose energies engine our growth
Akpe kakakakaka!

To the vultures
…who perch on pessimistic trees
…in cocoons of corruption
…in coops of indifference
…tearing into shreds
…cloths of patriotism
Mensahs –
…living among our struggling home
We pray for the legs of your minds
…to find the strength
…to tune to the right frequency
…of Radio-Yours-is-Yours
So your shaking left hands
…pointing to your fathers’ houses
…will turn to your bold right hands
This is a day
…when curses are thrown to a hopeless apata
So you too take your thanksgiving
To bring to bear
…the beautiful turn around
…we anticipate
…for a raise in national productivity

Asaase Yaa
…Abɛ kann a ɛnni awieɛ
Ɛde nnaase a ɛnni kabea
…ma mo
Yes, Ama Ghana
…gives thanksgiving wearing mmari-ntama
…scented by gratefulness
…adorned by pride
To you all, on this day
Singing –
…to you children of the land
Working your souls into its hopeful building
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 1, 2019

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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