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Ode For Sikaman

Sat, 12 Jan 2013 Source: Anyimadu-Ahenkae, Augustine

- A poem by

AUGUSTINE ANYIMADU-AHENKAE

What time of the

day it is, I cannot tell, whether daylight, night or dawn

For how can I, when not long after daybreak darkness so

looms on our lawn

Darkness not fostered on us by the diurnal-nocturnal

interpositions of nature

But darkness plagued on us by the abysmally

disappointing discrepancies of our nature

Oh, these discrepancies, aha the discrepancies which

sets many a mind confused

As to where we really stand: exemplary, no different

from others, or just confused

SIKAMAN, SIKAMPOANO, ENO GHANA, ’tis for you that these

streams of tears I shed.

’Tis for you, mother that these raindrops of tears I

continually shed

For how did it happen, that the once shining beacon of

promise and hope

The dark-bright shining star of ABIBIMAN’s children,

the repository of ebon hope

With chromosomes and DNA to be Goliath by adolescence,

able to eat healthy food

Will still stunt at your growth, dwarfed at 56 by your

choices which do you no good

Your children worsen your plight, yet turn around to

blame you, forgetting their acts

Steeped in ignorance, myopia, nepotism, factionalisms,

tribalism, vengeful acts

Their sins I can't catalogue, too many are they, and

fill they me with sorrow, mother

Peace seek they, but justice they know not, PE ASEM

SURO ASEM, hmm, mother

Blinded to the truth, by narrow mindedness, ignorance,

sheer nepotism, selfishness

Quickly do they jump to crucify the innocent, truth

teller, pursuer of righteousness

Aiding, abetting the corrupt - “after all” say they,

“everybody would do the same”

Do they forget the Nkrumahs never built castles of

their own? That this is not a game?

A pessimist I am not, mother, but alas, how can I not

weep when my eyes see

Things that people around pretend not to see- or rather

they prefer not to see?

How can I be silent, mother, when the hypocrisy in OMAN

GHANA hurts so badly

When for their bellies your children take their

consciences to MAKOLA market so early

Short sighted, they see not beyond today; with short

memories, they forget too soon

But if only they could raise their heads above the

horizon

And, taking stock of their immense potential, see the

better future not far but present

That we can build as one, in pursuit of truth, justice,

fairness, honesty, love, consent!

Oh I see it, mother, I do see it from afar, its clouds

I see forming

A future not far but very near, years of prosperity

approaching

When SIKAMAN MMA have finally woken up from their deep

slumber

Put TWERDUAMPON on top of their agenda, stopped the

reckless plunder

Of their dear mother’s gold meant for the entire

household

I see a time of enlightenment, when in deliberations

emotions will allow truth to hold

Deleting ad

hominems, ad verecundiams, ad populums, old scores not cloud objectivity

When there will be an informed citizenry voting on

issues, abilities, no subjectivity

When democratic procedures can go through normal

processes without fear of turmoil

Oh that fear, that same fear that push your kids to aid

and abet the injustices that boil

Like pots of oil, the oil of our hopes, the hopes of

our dreams, the dreams of our lives

Mother, I see a silver lining, pray its conventional

rain of blessing falls in our times

So that, beholding with joy the beauty of ABIBIMAN’s filia Zion, the black-shining

star

When thou art robed in garment of truth, prosperity,

unity, from within and afar,

The words of thy morning song will be concordant to all

ears that hear, all, in unison

God bless our homeland Ghana, and make our nation great

and strong. Amen, Amen, Amen

- Augustine Anyimadu-Ahenkae, January

2013 (gtrabboni@yahoo.com)

Columnist: Anyimadu-Ahenkae, Augustine