I want to go back

I want to go back

I want to go back to Ghana where I can play in the sand

When the time had no direction and we had nothing to worry about; it was worth it.

Just so you know, the hourglasses had no sand

And we would have every reason to gaze in awe of the moon while lying on our back

There were times when we did not know how to react to the beats from the band

Talk of "we are going; heaven knows where we are going" a tune from way back

Please put the cassette on replay, I want to listen to the Osibisa band.

Gosh, I want to go back

I want to go back

I want to go back to the days I had no worries

In my childhood when I could play till dusk

When families were always together

In one piece, we peacefully gathered around the dancing flames

And friends stuck with each other even in the withered storms

To those days when grandpa was our hero

And the father was hailed by all when he came back from hunting, accompanied by bush meat

To those days before work and other pleasures separated us

And gradually, mama became less of a priority

Daddy had his conscience with a misplaced priority

Those days of innocence

That nostalgic feeling; I wish to experience

Those days that I sing "tsename nkyen"

Please put the cassette back

I want to listen to Paapa Yankson

Gosh, I want go back

 

When I said I want to go back, I meant it

I am so emotional about this, it's my kind of time travel

I want to cuddle with the love of my life in rhythm with a magical beat

When we role-played "Mama ne Dada"😜😜 with soothing 'adedem' music

 

"Tsena menkyɛn na menbɔ wo nkɔmɔ bi

Me nkɔmmɔ nyinaa nye dɛ

Me nye wodɔ yi nkrɔfo ntease oo

ɔdɔ naa mewɔ ma wo nkotoo no

obiara nni hɔ a ɔbɛtum

asesa m'adwen wɔ wo ho"

 

When the way we lived was amazing than the stunts of Johnny Bravo

Our families laughed together and each of us spoke with the seasoned wit

We call it streetwise and home sense.

We do not condone the "gentle outside, home cry" kinda move

We literally find sense in competition but respect is accorded to each other

And I was hailed because my stone plucked the only juiciest mango

Until anyone pulls off a better move, I enjoyed my hero status.

Gosh, I want to go back

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Credit: Maame and Myself