Poem: African Sit Tight Presidents

Sat, 22 Oct 2011 Source: Sakyi, Kwesi Atta

By Kwesi Atta Sakyi 21 October 2011

Stolen ballots deserve swollen bullets,

Those who make peaceful transition impossible

Sow seeds of civil strife and rancour

They harvest wild fruits of their rapacity

Change, a desideratum of good governance,

Change, a constant never changing,

Forever changing, change never changes

Sit-tight African presidents

Unnerve the raw nerves of people power,

Sit-tight presidents gang-rape fantastic elections

Thinking, they are the only ones with erections

They rob the people’s mandate

To overstay their welcome,

Shame, they have defaecated in their nests

The stench of corruption stool rends the air,

To cover up, they’ve clipped their own wings

To stay lame duck on their thrones

Forgetting, they can be dethroned and overthrown

Through thorough people power or ochlocracy

Shame, sit-tight presidents mock democracy fight

A frightful and fanciful farcical farce

They take liberties with people power and go for a ride

Forgetting, their imaginations have run wild

True democracy demands constant turnover

The megalomaniac dream of sit-tight presidents

Give us hangover,

We are sick and tired, they better hand over

Yes, sit tight presidents pay lip-service to democracy

They demonise critics who decry oppression,

Suppression, depression and subjugation

Yes, sit tight presidents sit tight on their fat thighs,

Little knowing, ticking away beneath their pants,

A seething social time bomb waiting to explode,

The whole gamut of government can implode

Then up mobocracy, people’s power

And down demagoguery,

Sit tight presidents’ trickery and wizardry

Factions, frictions, and fictions,

The rumour mill is pregnant with dictions

Rumour, a pastime and addiction,

Deeds, misdeeds and in deed, deep deals which defy description

Sit-tight presidents have questions to answer

The social conscience has filed it all away

The institutional memory has a lot to unbare and undress

Palpable anger holds sway far and near

Yes, the day of reckoning fast approaches

And sit-tight presents will be treated like roaches,

While their memories relapse into abject amnesia,

Their subjects face object rejection

They are utterly eviscerated (disemboweled)

By the grinding pangs of pungent poverty.

*This poem does not necessarily apply to Ghana but it is pertinent to all African presidents who have overstayed or intend to overstay their welcome.

Kwesi Atta Sakyi

Columnist: Sakyi, Kwesi Atta