Augustine, hope you are a Catholic committed deep to his religion as he is optimistic and full of expectations of great things for his country. I enjoyed your loaded poem which showed your mood and your repetitive style and i ... read full comment
Augustine, hope you are a Catholic committed deep to his religion as he is optimistic and full of expectations of great things for his country. I enjoyed your loaded poem which showed your mood and your repetitive style and inverted sentences. You could have had more poetic effect if you had divided your work into short verses or stanzas.
AUGUSTINE 11 years ago
tHANKS BRO, FOR THE COMMENTS. Actually this is not the form the author sent it. I'm just seeing it. I divided it into a poetic ending with every two sentences rhyming, but I understand how it came out like this. It's not the ... read full comment
tHANKS BRO, FOR THE COMMENTS. Actually this is not the form the author sent it. I'm just seeing it. I divided it into a poetic ending with every two sentences rhyming, but I understand how it came out like this. It's not the webmaster's fault.Apparently, probably the space where it was published could not take the line length. Let me try to paste it here again and see if it will work(BY THE WAY, THANKS FOR THE SPACE, Mr. Webmaster) And thank you, Kwesi:
thanks and God bless
ODE FOR SIKAMAN -1
- 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)
AUGUSTINE 11 years ago
Please read it from the link above captioned "thanks bro" or from below
ODE FOR SIKAMAN -1
- 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 ... read full comment
Please read it from the link above captioned "thanks bro" or from below
ODE FOR SIKAMAN -1
- 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)
Kwesi Atta Sakyi 11 years ago
Thanks Augutine for the new cast in your post.
Thanks Augutine for the new cast in your post.
OOOH !!! HOW THE MIGHTY (AKANS) FALLS 11 years ago
EWE-FOREIGNERS AND DIRTY-NTAAFUO HAVE GHANA IN A CHOKE-HOLE
EWE-FOREIGNERS AND DIRTY-NTAAFUO HAVE GHANA IN A CHOKE-HOLE
Augustine, hope you are a Catholic committed deep to his religion as he is optimistic and full of expectations of great things for his country. I enjoyed your loaded poem which showed your mood and your repetitive style and i ...
read full comment
tHANKS BRO, FOR THE COMMENTS. Actually this is not the form the author sent it. I'm just seeing it. I divided it into a poetic ending with every two sentences rhyming, but I understand how it came out like this. It's not the ...
read full comment
Please read it from the link above captioned "thanks bro" or from below
ODE FOR SIKAMAN -1
- 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 ...
read full comment
Thanks Augutine for the new cast in your post.
EWE-FOREIGNERS AND DIRTY-NTAAFUO HAVE GHANA IN A CHOKE-HOLE