Rawlings’ “insanity” and “his Ewe Assasins” and “avid clanspeople”:
Regarding Akadu Ntiriwa Mensema’s Libation of Hatred.
By Moses Deyegbe Kuvoame (mosdey@gmail.com)
I read with pity the vituperative effusions of Akadu Ntiriwa Mensema in
her feature article/poem of Saturday, 19 December 2009 on Ghanaweb. As
I read her poem, I discerned between the lines a bright woman who is consumed
by the pestilence of hatred and tribalism and looking for a cathartic outlet. Her poem is a veritable psychological confession, albeit veiled. I hope my
poem below will assist her in coming to terms with her repressed hatred
and tribalism, and enable her to attain the victory of a raised consciousness.
I hope that her mentor will assist her in this therapeutic endeavour, and in
the process discover and help mend the sharp but serrated mind s/he has nurtured.
To the High Priestess of the Cult of Hatred
What is a gifted, erudite and learned mind
When all it can do is rave, rant and malign
Serving us a feast of diatribes and aspersions
Acerbic hatred that borders on psychosis
Her deeper inner conflicts to resolve perhaps?
Pitched on a privileged Maryland pedestal
In the comforts of far away Pennsylvania
Sheltered from coarse realities on the ground
Learned ignorance she can wantonly display
Of the forces that begat the Rawlings Factor
What is a gifted, erudite and learned mind
Whose mark of excellence is virulent tribalism
A sceptre coated with a litany of vicious malice
Pouring a libation of distilled hatred to our gods
Her wounded and troubled soul to heal perhaps?
So rant on hyperbolic Akadu Ntiriwa Mensema
Put on your oral historian and sociologist gowns
Invoke the gods, spirits and ancestors of Ghana
And trumpet aloud your excesses of JJ Rawlings
If that can make you sleep better at night!
Akadu Mensema the hyperbolic professorial populist
Sing your mentored song from your Maryland citadel
Amplify it with the sanity of your tribalist rationality
Tell us about the insanity and irrationality of JJ Rawlings
And the connivance of his Ewe assassins and clanspeople
Ensconced in your jaundiced nationalist Denkyira psyche
Tell the gods JJ has never done anything good for Ghana
To make you walk with your Denkyira shoulders high today
Seizing every opportunity to assert how Ghanaian you are
Tell them JJ and his avid clanspeople are the burden of Ghana
Tell them you and your clanspeople are the paragon of virtue
Let the wise gods of Ghana deliberate on that in council
Over your delirious oral libation of hatred and death
Let their sacred judgement be just, swift and unhindered
And let the winds carry and reverberate it far and near
Engendering in you the victory of a healed consciousness!
