Thursday 13 March 2014

CRAWLING @ 57

CRAWLING @ 57
We have come far
57 long years after independence is no mean journey
Dr Kwame Nkrumah gained us independence from colonial rule
But after his uncharitable removal from office
Ghana has traded her independence for porridge served in a Chinese bowl
After 57 years of independence
We still find ourselves in needless economic and mental yokes and shackles
The Dubais and the Saudi Arabias were once dry desert lands
Yet today, with just one major natural resource
They have transformed their dry lands into paradises
We have gold, bauxite, manganese, diamond and other minerals
We have vast tracts of arable land at our disposal
We have the sea and other water resources
With crude oil in addition
Yet as the legendary Robert Nesta Marley put it
‘In the midst of abundant water, the foolish man is thirsty’
After 57 years of independence
We still cannot feed ourselves squarely
We are in dire need of everything
From common sewing needles and threads to ordinary toothpicks
We can barely do anything on our own without foreign assistance
Except for rigging of elections
After 57 years of independence
IMF still instructs us on how to manage our own economy
After 57 years of independence
We still prefer foreign currencies to our cedi
After 57 years of independence
Majority of the products we consume in our land are made in China
After 57 years of independence
Water and electricity supply remains a right for the ruling class
But to the populace, they are costly luxuries
After 57 years of independence
We still want to adopt genetically modified foods
When tonnes of foodstuffs are constantly getting rotten in the hinterlands
Series of governments have emerged after Dr. Kwame Nkrumah
But instead of carrying on with the vision of Nkrumah
Their major focus has been on how to stay longer in power
Life they say begins at 40
Yet at 57 years Ghana is still a crawling adult
Who begs and depends on her neighbours for every single thing
The Indonesias and Singapores whom we started life with
Have matured into grown ups
Who are standing firm on their feet
And even assisting other nations to be self-sufficient
Osagyefo Dr Kwame Nkrumah
You really fought hard for independence from colonial rule
But those who came after you are fighting harder and harder
To return the nation to colonial rule
The mental and economic freedom you won for this nation
Has been auctioned to the highest bidder by your successors
Weep in your grave Osagyefo, weep!
For the nation you left on its feet
 Is now an adult crawling at the age of 57!!!

Monday 3 March 2014

YOUR CHURCH IS NO LONGER OUR HOME

YOUR CHURCH IS NO LONGER OUR HOME
We carried our burdens to your men on duty,
With high hopes of being unburdened.
We sung our hearts out in worship,
And outstretched our voice boxes in praises.
We clapped our feeble hands
Like drunkards in wonderland.
We jumped and rolled,
Danced and danced from our heart of hearts,
Fasting and praying in sky-high expectancy,
Like tilapia in labour.
We walked in with our bleeding hearts
And expected to walk out with dimples on our cheeks.
Yet, we got in and returned with puzzles and mazes on our faces.
Countless nagging questions have plagued our minds of late.
Are we really in your church,
Or are we at a hip hop concert?
We can hardly finger out any difference.
Are we in your house
Or are we at an auction ceremony?
Because it appears the highest bidders
 Get the best prayers and spiritual direction from your men on duty.
Sermons of repentance and salvation are now silent.
Instead of teaching steps to Your kingdom,
All we’re being thought are ’10 steps to prosperity’,
‘9 ways to identify witches’,
And ‘8 declarations to destroy our enemies completely’.
The poor and aged hardly get into close contact with your men on duty.
Your men are now fashionable celebrities,
With oily jerry curl hairstyles and customized range rovers and jaguars cars.
Those who once upon a time were as dark as Kunta Kinte when You called them,
Have gradually become as bright as Michael Jackson at 50.
Your 12 disciples drew believers closer to you,
Yet your men on duty in the 21st century have muscular bodyguards
Who even scare the Holy Spirit out of your congregants.
Your church should have been our home
Whenever we felt homeless and needed someone to talk to.
It should have been a place of solace
When our weary spirits could no longer carry on.
Instead, we’re being overwhelmed with fees and charges,
 From consultation fees,deliverance fees to emergency prayer fees.
Dear Jesus,
We came to seek You in Your church,
But, Your men on duty have made us aware,
That Your church is no longer our home.