SUNSET AT DAWN BUT STILL …

Yesterday, her Sun set at its rising place

After a brief moment of her rise

It took with it her candle

And flew the early morning with her hope

Stuffed at the back pocket of his trousers

The flicker of our ambition was gone for good

Sunset at dawn but still shines

And though my Sun set at its rising place

The memory of my dreams in his trousers pocket

The memory of Uncle Kwame’s dreams

Shall lit the torchlight in the night

After wailing

I became full of smiles

There were several glittering stars

In the corners of my spread lips

In the deep blood of my soil

In the vast spaces of my heritage

In the eternal brotherly souls of humanity

Whose destiny once were manacled

Across stormy seas

Sunset at dawn but still shines

I glitter with much dignity and honour

For golden gold rocks my knee

For the best chocolate

Ask of my cocoa

That sweet scenting taste

That will last long on your tongue as long as you live

In the coldest of the Norwegian winter

In the hottest of the tropical African weather

The taste of my chocolate will still be in your buccal cavity

In 2009

The world called for a champion

To rule its best loved and known youth sports

Cowardice did all the nations show forth

None had the courage to respond

I responded gallantly

With inspiration as the Great Ghana Empire of old

And I conquered the world on the soil

Of the Pharoahs

Sunset at dawn but still shines

In the midst of unprecedented economic and financial hiccups

The security guard of the earth’s economy

Was called to present his files on 2011

I was called as being among the best 10 economic superpowers of the world

Among my siblings, I still lit as brightest as ever

The sunset at dawn but still shines

 

When the black gold drips down the shores

Of many of my mother’s children

It became known as the cursed substance

I stepped in to bring change and decorum

As the gallons and barrels

Of my high quality Jubilee Fields Oil

Hit the world markets

Men have begun to see

That I am indeed the destiny changer

Many are the footprints

Of men and women

Who have thronged to catch a glimpse at me

My waterfalls of Boti and Wli

Splashing out refreshing substance

Like the living streams that ever lasts

The diverse and never-to-be forgotten

Cultures that make me.

Oh the natural scenery

Of my parks and gardens

Will ever linger on your mind.

A sight of my power-packed batakari

And adoring and splendid woven kente

I know you will ever remember me

Today,

Some call me the Star of Africa,

The beacon of hope.

Just two days ago

The most powerful person on earth

Identified me with the moniker

The Wonderful Economic Success.

In all these

I smiled.

Yes, I do

Because I know the world is yet

To behold that which I can do.

I still remember what my first son told me 55 years ago

That the Blackman will prove to the world that he is somebody.

The list of the world’s best places of human rights recognition

Are incomplete without me.

Yes I.

Press freedom

I gave to my children.

For achievements

Lie in the expressions of the heart

A journey beyond and across the horizon
Across the deepest and widest seas of  the Atlantic

And the Pacific

have men and women searched

For that which make a people

Peace, Peace, Peace

But to no avail among my mother’s children

Right before me

Peace has been found

To show the world my Peace

I dashed it my son, Busumuru Kofi Annan

From the coolest coast of Axim

To the dried grasslands of Gambaga

From Elubu to Aflao

I called unto my children

To meet at Kintampo

Where my heart dwells

They responded with peace dripping off their lips

In the most difficult times

When all said I am doomed

Yes, my children responded with shouts of

Together we shall shine

The clock is tickling

And I welcome my children

To speak their unequivocal unmistakable mind again

I will respond with much peace and love

Yes, 7.12.12

I will prove to the world again

That the sun though set at dawn

Still shines again

To you

I say

Come, come, come

I call on you to have a taste

Of what is inherent in the word hospitality.

Woezor, akwaaba, moyee, welcome, velkommen.

BY EDZORDZI AGBOZO AND EGBENYA DANIEL