Query any poem you want.

1.

Where to begin my story, oh where to start

It’s hard to say when there’s so much at heart

But I’ll start this like any other day

From where darkness rules but gives dawn way

Night on the inside, blindness for a while

My room in silent pride, my face wears a smile

Bliss, pure bliss- a state of ecstasy

Me in my purest form – zero hypocrisy

Soon sounds flood in from the outside world

Bitter-sweet tunes at my ears are hurled

Bitter because the cocks’ crow chisels at my soul

Sweet from the chirps of warblers unknown

But these are enough, enough to wake me up

Some days I whimper, dare I say, like a pup

Of course this may not be your expectation of my daily start

But take a minute, wear my shoes and feel my heart

For as I speak forth as Ghanaian and even before you do

I think we both agree that I was first me and you, you

To pour out my best, I must succumb to symphony

Step in and meet my little Ghana, in other words, my family…

2.

Fathers, grandparents, uncles and siblings

Mothers, cousins, aunties and niblings  

The ones who got your back, come hell or high water

The ones who stab your back, even when it’s covered with mortar

We are the Gas, we are confident as we are loud

Yes, I’m a Ga and in this fact I stand proud

I may not know the past of every member within

The deeds they’ve done, seen and unseen

But I love every one of them all the same

To not have family at all would be a terrible shame

I know very well that we’re full of serious drama

But that’s another story about life and karma

Back in the day, way back in primary school

When stubborn was the code and mischief was cool

My grandmother’s house was the place to be

Even though it had its roughs and chores for me

I learnt about life there, especially about living with others

As for the art of sweeping, I have graduated with honors

Though the past was not of skies raining manna

This is a piece of me, my life, my Ghana

3.

Looking back on all these things today makes me grateful

God has been good and kind, He’s been faithful

As a people I believe that view is shared by most

From the northernmost lands to those on the coast

We may not have the same religion but we have a common goal

To have the joys of worship in spirit and soul

To communicate with the self-evident supernatural

Some may call it spiritual, some say cultural

To me true religion frowns on harming one another

And treating your neighbor as your sister or brother

As for the times, we choose when we may

Be it Friday, Sunday or Saturday

To be Ghanaian means acknowledging our differences

And not discriminating with actions and utterances

For whether it’s the good Qur’an or the holy Bible

We are one nation, and not just tribal

I’ve known this from way back in senior high

We watched each other’s backs and were each other’s eye

Till date we are still a team, one fine crew

Never have I known a brotherhood so true

For those who remain blind, they lack panorama

But in God we trust for a much better Ghana

4.

Despite all the smiles, we’ve all had bad times

Those days we fell victims to terrible crimes

Days that on the wrong side of bed we awoke

Days on which we were penniless and broke

Days we had our hearts so broken

And days we slept, wishing never to be woken

Days we were battered to the very core

Days life hit hard and made us so sore

Oh and those days so dark & grey

Days when the sun rained soot, not a single ray

With sorrow as bread and hunger as friend

Those days just seemed to be without end

Days we lost friends and those we cherish

Our hearts ached and we sought to perish

Despite those moments of black and the blues

Despite heart-wrenching and horrible news

You and I didn’t end at that road block

We kept moving like the hands of the good ole clock

And just like the droughts to the farmer

We have had our shares of tragedy - in Ghana

5.

Enough of the dark times, let’s celebrate the dawn

For it’s not in all days that man must mourn

Beautiful moments also come our way

From outdooring or “kpodziemo” as we Gas would say

To weddings and promotions –a joyous galore

Makes us smile so hard that our lips feel sore

Farmers sing with joy at bounteous crop

Those jubilant moments we wish wouldn’t stop

Where children are celebrated for growth and achievement

Those moments of gold far from bereavement

Where hard work and sweat is well rewarded

And noble efforts are proudly applauded

Whether on ground, in air or upon the sea

We have all held of fortune’s key

We must only be grateful and seek for more

For these lands are fertile with tons in store

More days of laughter are yet on their way

So let us hold all ships of negativity at constant bay

And stand proud in the waves of our banner

We, regal and beautiful, people of Ghana

6.

As I ponder these on the table of my mind,

No other words from my heart could I find

But that this our heritage, from sky to soil

For it our hearts beat, churn and does boil

Be us in vehicles moving to and fro

Or in our homes and schools learning to grow

Be us on way to our farms to plant

Or in canoes to sea, as we sing and chant

Be us in political parties of countless views

Or of the indifferent throng without any clues

Be us mighty chiefs on skins and stools of old

Or clothed in richly ornaments of silver and gold

Be us different in genres of music we adore

Or united in the roars when our players score

From all the above, we’ve all been there

If they were all meals, you’ve had your share

I may not know your rations, I am not so certain

Alas with these final strokes, I must draw the curtain

I end with this statement, which none can deny

Our unique Ghanaian lives would be empty, without you and I.