Her face is pale Her breast has turned stale No great air for her weak children to inhale All her knights have decided not to bail Her strong children, like brainless goats, fail As all her fishes are turned into “koobi and momoni” Cooked and fried, others will eat, love, breathe and exhale II A […]
Mama Africa’s curves for her beautiful carvings Is also part of her starvings I can’t believe the multitudes Of capable minds, which have been smoked like fishes Slapped like idiots Raped like animals and Burnt like firewoods in hot kitchens II Minds which could have stopped her looting Minds which could have clothed her nakedness […]
Golden shores With zeal that snores Mother Ghana calls for cleaning chores To shut low confidence doors Whinning, she abhors II Form a circle Working for the miracle Get truthful oracles Who can trash all obstacles To rid us of all ridicules III We need to be like the peacocks Prideful in beauty not like […]
Do we need ancestral heads to understand The lyrics in this patriotic song of ours? “Yɛn ara asaase ni ɛyɛ abuↄ dendene ma yɛn Mogya na nananom hwiee gu nya de too hↄ ma yɛn Aduru me ne wo nso so Sɛ yɛbɛ yɛ bi atua so“ If blood, precious, were poured to attain this […]
(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 Even a mistake, when used […]
Mama Ghana, Are you turning in your grave? Are we all doomed for the grave? Have we doom, on your grave, engraved? Don’t be bitter, we’re all not litter II Mama Ghana, Be a little content We hold onto our peace like fishermen and their paddles Although our ship is in the middle of the […]
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