A-C-C-R-A(IN PIDGIN ENGLISH)

A-C-C-R-A

Here be Accra

U go fit call here Ga or Nkrai

This be the capital of Ghana

Wey esan su be the gateway to Africa

This place dey bii basaaa

But ebi wild strategies

Den Mourinho tactics wey we dey take survive for here

Whether you be bibini or obroni

Ofrijato or hafco

You from Navrongo, Saskatchewan, Yonkee or Albuquerque

You get woman or you dey gnash

Accra go bii you, no matter what

Wanna chow for here be simple but we get varieties

For morning t’ inside

Koko against some koose or some bouncing toogbee dey rule

For shwane t’dier, more things dey

Fufu against some soup

Different kinds den varieties

Aponkye nkrakra, palm nut soup, nkatinkwai and things

Banku den tilapia too dey

Waakye den fish against some hot shitor

Beans den gari versus some smiling tatale

Ga kenkey against some kpakpo shitor den kpanla

Gari den tsintsinga and things be present

We finish aa, we dey wash the chow down wanna throat

Plus some chilled sobolo, burkina or asana den milk

For gbeke inside dier

Domedo against some chilled drink

Some cowbell milk den tsibom

Or some annointed indomie den eggs dey represent live

The deebees for here dier, tea den horlicks dem dey take

You wan live quiet den deebee life aa

You for go dey areas like Roman Ridge

East Legon, Airport, Trasaco Valley den things

Wey you wan chill deebee level aa

Go Silver Bird Cinema, Movenpick Hotel den Bonjour go chop pizza

But u wan enjoy Accra dier aa

You for dey areas where life dey jom basaa

Chorkor, Jamestown, Mantse Agboenaa

Osu, Nima, Maamobi

Mamprobi, Abossey Okai, Dansoman

Madina, Newtown, Pig Farm

Alajo, Caprice, Ashaiman

Adabraka, Kantamanto, Abeka Lapaz

North Kaneshie, Bubuashie, okaishie

Teshie, Awoshie, Kaneshie den Lartebiokorshie

Wey for der you wan chill aa, no yawa

Tawala Beach dey, Borla Beach dey

Oxford Street, Epo, Akuma Village

Vienna City, Auntie Muni Waakye Joint

Lavender Beach, Enso Nyame Ye spot,Onaapo Spot

Obra Spot den Korle Beach all dey

Friday nights be highlife den live band nights

Sundays be church service give some people

Wey for some, ebi omotuo special Sunday give them

Omotuo against some sweating beer paaa

I wan tok you more things but ma boys dey chok me for the roadside

But wherever you dey for the world inside

Whether you get money or not

You fine or you no fine

What I wan make you know be sey

Forget London, forget Yonkee, forget Dubai

Accra dey bii basaa

If you dey doubt me aa, come den come see….

   

THE CASTANET

THE CASTANET

‘Ko-ko-ko…….’

Ko-ko-ko…….

Yie-yie-yie-yie……

Yie-yie-yie-yie……

Yieyieeeeeeeee……….!!!’

These were the terrifying sounds of thunder that painted the hills red in Legon

Up the hill we stood and charged

Down the hill our terrorizing yet scintillating sounds descended

From the depth of our bellies flowed rivers of inspirational melodies

From our lips erupted charged lava of charging tunes

Trumpeting and uplifting the morale of our inner men

With permission from Father Bacchus

We thronged our colonies downstream

Instilling fear and panic in their petrified bone marrows

Never put the blame on us

Just blame the castanet

Out on the streets we went haywire

Marching in red while our admirers panted for breath of excitement in awe

In G-strings and thongs

And in multi-coloured wigs and bare chests

We satisfied our musical libido from Volta Hall to Legon Hall Annex B

Ooooh what a feeling it was!

A feeling which sends chills down the spine whenever there is a flashback

A feeling Bill Gates, I.M.F, Sheik Mansour, Carlos Slim, Roman Abramovich,

Aliko Dongote and Alhaji Asuma Banda, all combined can never buy!

Oooooh my castanet!

What have thou done to me?

KO-KO-KO…..!

KO-KO-KO………!!

Wish I could carry on with my scripts

But it is unfortunate I have to rest my pen abruptly

My eardrums are receiving transmissions from a vibrating castanet from afar

And my brains just can’t concentrate on any thing else

Wish I had the will power resist it

Wish I had the strength to wax my ears

Wish I could simply ignore it

But when the castanet strikes

You have no option but to join the red army as they charge and sing………

‘EVERYWHERE WE GO OO….

EVERYWHERE WE GO OOO…

PEOPLE WANNA SEE US…

PEOPLE WANNA HEAR US…

THEY EVEN WANNA RAPE US….

SO WE TELL THEM…..

SO WE TELL THEM…..

WE ARE THE VANDALS…

WE ARE THE VANDALS…

THE FEARLESS VANDALS…

THE SHARPBRAIN VANDALS…

THE FIRST CLASS VANDALS…

THE Brrrrrrrrrr VANDALS….

ABOLOBOLOSHIBOBO EEII….

YIEYIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE………………………!!!!!!!!

SHINE YOUR EYEZ(GH POLITICS)

SHINE YOUR EYES

‘Vote for me and your life will never be the same’

‘Vote for me and my parliamentarian candidates

And we will transform the country’

‘A vote for me is a vote for development and transformation’

‘I will make sure I bridge the poverty gab

And cleanse the public sector from stinking corruption’

These are the routine political cacophony

And ear-piercing choruses that hijack our ear drums each election year

They are the same hollow promises whose housing have been changed

And repainted and later presented to us as new policies and manifestos

They have absolutely nothing new to offer any man

No African politician does any good thing out of sheer duty

Every single thing they give is meant to return in a million fold

Why then should we as a people

Allow our priceless selves to be used as disposable cups by these politicians?

 These same politicians who only use us to get what they want

And immediately make trash of us when they get to the top

Why should we run gaga for these rich and mostly property-hungry people

Who only feign humility and moral uprightness during election years?

Why should we abhor each other because we belong to different political parties

Whose leadership are sworn enemies of basic truth?

Why do we kill and maim each other for these politicians

Who provide us with facilities meant to make us heavily dependent on them

Other than amenities meant to liberate us?

Why die for these people who have no faith and see no value in our local academic and health institutions?

These same people who prefer educating their families

And seeking medical care abroad when they themselves are in the position

 To transform these local institutions to world class standards

They claim they want our votes to serve us

When indeed they want our legitimate permission to milk and lord over us

We must and ought to wake up from our zombie slumber

It’s about time we put on our thinking helmets and bring sanity to this nation

It’s about time we know our worth!

We’re worth more than political party shirts and paraphernalia

Our lives are worth more than these pathetic promises of a better future

These peoples need neither your suggestions nor recommendations

They care less about what happens to you after the elections

Whether you graduate from school or not, they care less about that

All they think of is how to use you to ascend the political ladder!

Grow up!

A sitting president gave his all to this nation

He continued to worked even when his health was failing him badly

He died while in active service for the nation and guess what?

He was forgotten within three months!

An ex-vice president also died after less than four years of leaving office

And he was forgotten within 2 weeks!

How much less you, a mere citizen?

What makes you think fighting for a politician is a fight with a glorious end?

You’ll die like a rat and be buried at a time when those politicians are busy

Committing adultery with campus girls who never voted for in the first place

Awake from your self-imposed torture fellow Ghanaians

Let’s quit fooling ourselves and fighting for these politicians

Like baboons on heat

And work more towards moulding a better future for our own selves

And for generations yet unborn

Let’s wake up Ghanaians

For our future rest in our own hands

Let’s wake up for the future is not in political party colours

The present and whatever emanates from the future is ours to make

Let’s shine our eyes!!

WISH I COULD DREAM AGAIN

WISH I COULD DREAM AGAIN

I took a trip down the memory lane of my life

And I realized how largely I have disappointed my being

I promised my childhood

That when I become a man

 I will be a responsible man

I promised my childhood

That I will get a great well-paying white-collar job

Get married at the age of twenty-four

Settle down with my family and live happily ever after

It was such a wonderful fairytale of a dream

I have clocked forty years on this earth now

And all I can boast of is the life that I live

And the flesh that covers my bones

They say life begins at forty

But at forty years, mine has gone AWOL

I think I have woken from my slumber now

Reality now bares its ugly teeth at me

Thirty years after my dream of a heavenly future

And it still appears I am in bed

A lot of water has passed under the bridge over the years

Loads of seeds have metamorphosed into plants

And even withered away

Days have matured into weeks

Weeks have graduated into months

Months have post graduated into years

Years have upgraded into decades

But my life is still marking time

I wish I could rewrite the script of my life

I wish the stage will be set for me again

I wish I could reenact the story of my life from the scratch

But from the little tutorials that life has granted me

If you want to cast your die more than once

You first have to play ‘six’ on your first attempt

I wish I could be that innocent dreaming child once again

I wish I could dream again