They played the part yet plot the pact.
Instead of repair, they lead in the shadow to rip the earth;
Our gods are not to blame but them.
They have betrayed our ancestors,
Posterity can wait no longer.
Arriving from yonder, they have come to judge our every move,
To the letter in every decision backing our move.
Dear Mother, my honour is stained and tattered!
To where has my father departed?
It seems our collective dream has shattered,
The pieces pierced our feet and bruised our skin.
My siblings' wail but the elders make merry.
Our village is lurking around wealth,
But our daily bread is locked up in the vault.
We dread treading the path to revolt,
And gathering momentum outgrow our ill-health.
This is not the future we dreamed of.
Our dreams, precious like the mineral that has taken our place now.
The elders paraded the corners of my street with pseudo promises.
We’d believed for a moment but our springs quickly dried up,
And they silently masterminded the raid to rip our homes.
My brothers and sisters are afraid of what's coming.
Our tears have become our wells of comfort.
Dear Mother! We pray you to tell our Father, lest we drown in this sinking sand.
Dear Father, we need you in this land!
Until you return, we shall uniformly resist oppression,
But be loyal and faithful to our Motherland.
From your abode, Bless our thoughts and actions!
What is the Ghanaian dream?
Facilitating a training session on "How to benefit from Digital media as students and the need to promote PEACE as young people" My life is victory personified. My dad believes in winning against all odds. My mum always has her hopes up high and ready to accommodate the aroma of victory from the heavens. My sisters know that tomorrow is never promised until you win today. It means that each of us has our very own battles to win daily. We consolidate our little victories. Thus, the family defines what it means to live while knowing that grace is sufficient for us. Till we succeed, we shall continue to persist through perseverance with our mustard faith. We are not superhumans; we are the family and together we achieve a lot. In our peculiarities, we strive to communion in this journey while supporting each other. Reaffirming that in our weakest moments, we have ourselves. Yes, we are the family. Life, as it unfolds, has many facets to it. I am planning to tell my D...

Tattered but not destroyed as far as hope remains ablaze.
ReplyDeleteThis is the state of our country, explicitly put together in one piece. As to what the Ghanaian dream is, I wonder!
ReplyDeleteLORD HAVE MERCY on GHANA....
ReplyDeleteI wonder if parliament house still have in mind, the "ANTHEM" written aforetime....
They must recite it each time there is a SITTING.....
Hmmmmnnmm
ReplyDeleteWhat is the Ghanaian dream?; a question for the gods. 🙁
I am very much impressed with your writing skills. I am in love with your piece. However, may Ghana our motherland be healed and cared for.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece👏🏻👏🏻
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