22/03/2024
“Echoes of history: Ghana’s journey unfolds”
In the echoes of history, the drums beat,
A rhythm of resilience, a dance of feat.
The Gold Coast, once a colonial chain,
Transformed into Ghana, breaking the reign.
A nation rich in history’s hold,
With stories of courage, brave and bold.
Nkrumah's vision, a guiding light,
Illuminating the path, dispelling the night.
Sixty-seven years and on, a journey unfurls,
Yet, a lingering struggle in the hearts of Ghana's pearls.
Democracy our pride's embrace,
But our voices stifles with iron grace.
Uniforms donned, of masters past,
A symbol of bo***ge, meant to last.
Basic needs, a distant mirage,
In the book of survival, a missing page.
In clinics where healing should thrive,
A Ghana's health, struggling to survive.
In classrooms where young minds aspire,
Educational embers flicker, a struggling fire.
Petroleum's dance, a volatile stage,
Prices fluctuate with each news page.
The dollar, a puppeteer's string,
Rising relentlessly, a constant sting.
In a land where coffers run dry,
Borrowing echoes a plaintive cry.
LGBTQ flags raised high and bold,
In a nation where such tales were seldom told.
Our leaders’ legacy tarnished, by corruption’s stain,
As they gorge on riches, while wail in vain.
Arise, o Ghana, take your stand,
For the future our nation lies in your hand.
Let’s rise against the leaders who sow seeds of decay,
Our duty as the current generation, come what may
To protect what remains and even restore what has been lost
We will write a new chapter, no matter the cost.
ITABOBO D’AFRICAN POET
