Oh how I love my Ghana!
I will sing her name and hold her banner
…to many a fan of hers garner
For she is like the sweet honey in its natural comb
Even as a hot womb
…she will always be awesome
Because none in here will ever feel lonesome
I love my Ghana!

Oh how I love my Ghana
And will always hold her banner!
Fufu and abenkwan!
Fufu and light soup blessed with the scintillating scent of a goat’s pate!
Fufu with abunuabunu!
Banku with okro soup or stew!
Banku with tilapia well seasoned with kakaduro
…soro and fɔm wisa
Roasted on a mesh playing lover of light flames from bidie!
Ah what of tuo zaafi and ayoyo
Ampesie with abomu?
Yieee, think of etɔ with nkwani
…if paya is added, every salivery gland secrets pleasure!
Oh ɛtiw with Mfantemfate!
Koko and kooshe!
Can I mention all the delicacies which massage tongues to worship throats
Causing stomach beings to go on floats?
I sure can’t
And when the sun gets naughty
Chilled soobolo forces tongues to say waawolo!
Ice block swimming in asaana blesses throats and soothes bodies
Pito and Zunkom
…refreshing and loving!
I so love my Ghana!

Wɔnsom wɔnsom o
…ɛne nnipa!
Hands are ever ready to help hold
When one’s world goes cold!
Akosua’s shoulders!
Nii’s pocket!
Ampofowaa’s hands!
Kojo’s band!
Ataala’s songs!
Esi’s calls!
Amanor’s prayers!
Abankwah’s gossips!
Otumfuor’s hatred
All hold hands to love you silly
…and challenge you to climb
Why won’t I love my Ghana?

The Muslim Eid, like a national festival
…is celebrated by most Christians
As foods and meat walk through their homes
…into their stomachs
Christmas, like a carnival is celebrated by Muslims
As drinks and foods stroll to their houses
…and into their stomachs
Laughter immediately drives off stress
Sorrow sinks in extended help
Fontomfrom and other sound filled drums never disappoint bodies with rhythm!
Agbadza on Kpanlogo on Adowa on Bamaya!
The sun sings as rains recite our anthem
No cold can turn frost to bite beings!
Oh I so love my Ghana!

The best part of her is her embrace
Hugs without colours!
She is nature personified!
Even her shadows excite romantics’ cameras
…and call for their clicks!
When her culture takes form
…the world bows to its structure!
Oh Ama Ghana!
Born by the Coast of Gold!
I salute and hail you!
I love and adore you!
I worship and revere you!
You, whose breastmilk is a homely feeling
…with no rejection!
I love my Ghana!
I so love my Ghana
And its beautiful clothes of red, gold, black star and green
Try and experience her
And you’ll love her
…love her more than any she nation you’ve known
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 1, 2021

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. :)

4 replies on “OH HOW I LOVE MY GHANA”

You’ve succeeded in employing all the forms of imagery; from visual to tactile, a characteristic of an adept poet. You’ve once more projected your poetic artistry in this piece that eulogises our beautiful nation, Ama Ghana.


Poetic flawlessness!

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