Tuesday, 24 July 2012


A mean cloud has passed over this coast-
over this humble soldier.
Our feets now sit in stiff agony as eyes wallow in grief
The angel of death suddenly found our door post and 
The Black Star lowers his head at will.
Our children are in tears, and asking, what is happening?
Who shall break this news to them? I ask no one in return
A nation has been hit in the head.
The brown cocoa leaf has withered in winter, before morning came
See the town crier, he stands in gusto!
His weaponry, the gong-gong lay still in his room corner.

Songs of sorrow tears our hearts apart!
Beating our chest among equals, we can’t find that vigour to
The first man at the gates to the coast has fallen-
In the battle of life and death
A black day we see.

Fresh corn has ripened before its time!
Cry no more, with tears welled up in our eyes! Who shall console us?

Weep no more Your Excellency Mills for yours is eternal joy!
Now, who will listen to our endless plea for water, light, food and gold?
And tell us of a better Ghana.
I wonder what he saw which many did not see,
Of a future for our kids to read and write,
And study about our people from a classroom with roofs.

Did we cry too loud in your ears?
Did we sing songs of doom at your feasting?
Dis we fester your wounds to hurt and pain?
Only, if only!

Today you resigned unto an heavenly assignment-
And resigned us to national gloom...
So Ghana is clad in the black cloth with nothing but a song of gratitude for your time well served.
Obrempong bi esi niti ase!

Fare thee well in this heavenly sojourn
Fare thee well in this glamorous exit
Fare thee well to the place where all must in the end gather
Fare thee well as you fed (fared) us well

His Excellency John Evans Fiifi Atta Mills! (If you can hear us)
We say Ayekoo for you bowed out in hallowed glory!!!

Dedicated to all Ghanaians this day the 24th July, 2012.
The words here are the inscription of tears.
Damirifa Due, due ni amanihu. 

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Tuesday, 17 July 2012


Ghana, our priced possession
Shall we not keep her as a scarcely priced treasure?
Must we let her go, like fish off the hook?
Or bird out of hand
This, I put to you.

Must we stop her from etching her greatness?
From being the eagle of the continent
Whose strength, others seek
This forbearing nation
This, I put to you.

Today and tomorrow, challenge your conscience
Must we shed blood in honour of our freedom fighters,
Must we destroy that which our hands built,
Must we negate the course our forbears trod,
Must we tear down historic monuments and symbols,
Of Unity, which we stand for
Are we clones of beasts?
Or pigs who rejoice in mud?
Must you hate a fellow for power
And shed his blood to pacify your greed
Shame on you, heartless brother
Who ripped off your once kindred heart into pieces
For pieces of silver, to exchange.
This, I put to you.

Brother and sister
Youth, aged, old,
Black brother.

Let us preserve our costly ideals
Let every worker sweat and enjoy
Let Ghana remain the golucosi, the haven of cocoa
Let every child keep hopes of singing ‘twinkle twinkle little star’
Let the unemployed nurse his hopes of a job
And the blind won’t take his life for God’s sake
Remember, guns don’t kill, men do
Knifes don’t kill, men do
This, I put to you

You seek the reins of power, albeit manipulatively
Should it be so? NO
Let us remain for the rains that will pour and water our fields
Is that no evidence of freedom, and independence?
Or do we need to be freed again to be truly free?
If we really needed to be free, then, were we ever free?

I rest my pen and paper
May I find it again where I placed it?
After the elections, hoping there is no war
For then shall I write the next chapter
‘Ghana’ will be the first word to be written.

This, I put to you.

Copyright (C) 2012


Once upon a time
Time was nowhere to be found
Found only as words in books
Books on wooden shelves
Shelves ready for auction
Auctioned under stringent trade laws
Laws made by man
Man to abide by man’s laws
Laws; hard and fast set in tablets of stone
Stone made a god
God of a man so born
Born in due time
Time before birth
Birth before child
Child becomes man
Man and time
Time wasted doing nothing
Nothing in essence being something
Something least worthwhile
While the world remain in tears
Tears from the heart-
Once with us, now is no more.
Copyright (C) 2012