APPLAUSES

A Praise Poem for Ghana on her 53rd Independence Anniversary Celebrations

Ghana is old, both in age and in sage
Says the pages of time
Recorded on foreheads and lips
That once blasphemed against
The days of colonialism,
And the torturing whips of imperialism

Hurray! Hurray! Are the shouts…
Boogey! Boogey! Is the dance –

This land pruned from Africa,
Mobile as its culture,
First to be ordained mouthpiece
And gateway to Africa
Is 53 years old,
A number too huge to be sold –

Hurray! Hurray! Are the shouts…
Boogey! Boogey! Is the dance –

As the 6th of March
Reminds us of lifelines
She encountered in Earl Marshals
Whose philosophies expires
In worlds to come

Hurray! Hurray! Are the shouts…
Boogey! Boogey! Is the dance –

Happy birthday to Ghana, our motherland!

THE FALL

It pleased this lad to ride
On a bicycle this hot noon.
Exceeding joy took the better
Part of him, and him not noticing the
Tragedy ahead seduced the legs,
Paddling faster than an hare, crushed
Into a school girl right beside the gutter,
Swam on the floor forgetting
Life was but short with constant shocks.
Up he got and again went for his ride
With a lesson screwed to his heart,
And a scar sketched on his skin.