A Poem-Akwaaba

Akwaaba

Welcome home, great traveller, Akwaaba.


Welcome home to the erstwhile Gold Coast,


Akwaaba to the shimmering sandy beaches in Accra,


The scorching heat makes you cry,


And you want to have a dip


In the expansive blue waters of the nearby Atlantic Ocean,


Akwaaba to the city that never sleeps,


It throbs with a racy and unbeatable beat,


Rhythmic of its restless and vivacious people,


Traveller, well travelled. Welcome to hospitality,


Never feel troubled nor estranged


In the country of the Golden Stool,


Yeah, the land of the golden cocoa pods and chocolate,


Akwaaba once again to the


Land of Freedom and Justice,

Unwind your weary soul,


Refresh yourself and


Down some kegs of fresh frothy palm wine,


Or titilate your palate to


A plethora of beer brands on offer-


Star, Club, Guilder, Guinness, Pilsner, ABC-


You name the lagers and


Get the quintessential beer flavours.


If you are a teetotaller,


Try the many tantalizing rich


Chocolate-coloured malt drinks,


Of course, as you do justice to the lagers,


They mercurially course their intoxicating way


Into your nervous system,


Making your eyes begin to dilate and glow,


And your head begins to spin a bit


With your heart throbbing at a pounding beat,

Suddenly you begin to reflect and soliloquize,


Then something clicks and it dawns on you,


1s this land of


Akwaaba?


Yes, you are right. You will always go and come


And be welcomed, ‘Akwaaba’.


That is the real import of Akwaaba.





While it lasts, enjoy the pacy highlife tunes,


And peppery cuisines,


But don’t forget to savour the


Devastatingly delicious Adodi (shell fish)


From the Volta, or the countless fried


Seafood all over the dingy alleys in the


Suburbs and CBD of Accra,


Don’t forget also to taste the Kebabs,


Goat-soup specialities and the delectable

‘Black Star’ with fried ripe plantain,


Black-eyed beans, cocoyam leaf sauce


Laced in rich red palm oil,


Oh, Akwaaba, come again.





Never mind too much the Ghanaian ways,


They do some of the things their own style,


Proud of their culture and ancestral heritage,


Traced to the Niger bend and Ancient Egypt and Sudan,


They love their apposite trends,


Sometimes, parallel or opposite to


Western rigmarole etiquette and Victorian flourish.


On your return home, traveller,


Take with you the warmth of the people of Ghana,


The rememberances of the Ogyakrom scorching sun,


The memorabilia of small gifts of Kente stoles,


Daintly carved wooden statuettes,

Fertility dolls from the Larteh Akonedi shrine,


They can bring you luck of children,


If you lack them,


Only workable if you are as superstitious


As the Ghanaian!


Take away also the Ananse fables, replete with


Fun, pun and wisdom,


Come again and again. But if you don’t,


The ineluctable and inimitable Ghanaian dishes


Will beckon you to


Return.











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