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Enough Of This Tribalism Nonsense

Sat, 27 Mar 2010 Source: The Royal Enoch

I saw you moving when I was at a stand still

You pointed your finger at me with a grin


I called out to you-brother


Please can you spare me a pesewa


You rolled your eyes and moved on in silence


You shook your head in utter contempt


You came back minutes later to my surprise


You asked me where I was from


I told you that I am a Ghanaian just like you


But from which tribe-you asked


I am Asanteni-I replied


Sorry I can't help you then


I am Ewe and then you moved on without regret
























I came to you in need of a job


They said you were looking for people to employ


I showed you my qualifications and other skills


You looked at me impressively


I see that you are very good-you said


We sure could use someone like you around here


You walked into your office


And came back with a pen and a contract in hand


You asked me where I was from


I told you that I am a Ghanaian just like you


But from which tribe-you asked


I am Ewe- I replied

Sorry we can't help you then


I am Asanteni and then you walked away in silence





























I saw your daughter with her beautiful self


Flaunting her stuff for all to see


Perfection in an imperfect world


A sight for sore eyes


I know that most men would die for her

But only I dream of a life with her at night


Perhaps my feelings for her are mutual


But who knows what is in a woman's heart


I came to you asking for her hand in marriage


You asked me where I was from


I told you that I am Ghanaian just like her


But from which tribe-you asked


I am Akan-I replied


Sorry we are non Akan-you said


And we only marry our own kind
























I came to Europe with a pocket full of dreams


I was going to be this


I was going to be that


I was going to make somebody proud of me


I never saw myself in terms of creed


I never saw myself in terms of color


Until the color of my skin became a problem


My tribe couldn't buy me respect here in Europe


My tribe couldn't get me a decent job to do


Here in Europe they couldn't give a damn where I was from


To them I was a Nigger


A refugee in need of help just like everybody else

Columnist: The Royal Enoch