I never saw my beginning but I lived it, I am not ready to taint the future
I did not see the Sagrenti War; neither did I see the First World War
But I lived to see the Abudu and Andani slaughter each other
I never saw the apocalypse of Hiroshima, or the fall of Songhai
But I lived to tell the dark tales of the Fall of Kumbi under sunny skies
I wish I could have seen the royal troupe of Shakespeare in action at the Globe
I found something better; I lived to see Efua Sutherland’s Lamentable Tragedy of Edufa
I wished
You wished
They wished
We had it all; the good bad and ugly.
I have seen mountains of green, beautiful blue skies that lulled me to sleep
I have seen gold, black shinning coffee and sweet cocoa
I have felt sunshine and rainfall on my skin, yet I am sweet black
Sweet black that makes Harlem shake at the knee
The nights under the full moon, the Agbadza at Hogbetsotso
The asanka of kontomire and boiled eggs
Have all been traded for promiscuity at Kwame Nkrumah Circle
And pounds of jaundice in colorful boxes of small, large and extra large
We have traded our kente for synthetic polymers that expose our pride
The sun may have dried up our wells, the clouds may have refused to cry but soon the sun will subside
And the clouds will sympathize with us and children will laugh and dance in the rain
They may have taught as to go on strikes and leave the sick to die
They may have taught us the economics of making the rich filthy rich
But I dare say, every beginning has an end, all the corrupt shall be wiped away
Our fathers may have eaten sour grapes but we refuse to allow our teeth be set on edge
They may have exhausted the gold reserve of the Gold Coast but Ghana’s lands will fallow and replenish it source
You wished you had what they have; you wished you were like them
I do not have to wish because I have it all
It is called Ghana.
by;Dziewornu-Norvor Woelinam