Oh! The Accra girls,

With all types of hairs and curl’s.

Their looks divine,

Piercing eyes, lovely bodies, raised hemlines,

I wandered down Osu Street,

My heart was thumping a rhythmic beat.

I came across a group of three,

They looked me up and down with Glee.

I blushed and smiled

My mind went crazy, racing wild.

One came to me,

Her hair was blonde and name Amy

I skipped a heartbeat,

Wondering what?

She looked with naughty eyes and said,

"Hey handsome, do u want us all in your hotbed?"

I gathered myself,

Flashed a smile,

I looked aghast,

But by now, the die was cast.

I looked around,

And whispered low,

“Am sorry Darling, don’t you see

I have Diamond rings for all you three.”

She gasped and grinned,

Her hair was flying with the sea wind.

She called her friends,

And said to them,

“We have him now, let’s create mayhem”

We walked together,

Hands entwined,

All were staring,

The whole mankind.

I felt like a proud peacock,

As if I was in Bangkok.

We went to my convertible,

And off we went, feeling blissful.

We entered my bed room,

I did not predict foredoom.

They danced and stripped

I felt my pants being unzipped

I struggled hard,

To no avail.

I cannot tell u the detail,

It will sound like a folk tale.

My clothes were off,

I felt like in a playoff.

We had a blast,

And time just passed.

I felt as if I was in heaven,

My soul from the earth risen.

I leave it now ,

Before saying ciao,

To you my Pals,

To think and dream of Accra Gals.

I was depressed, I was devastated,

My head was dented, heart repressed.

I had gone through a divorce,

And life was full of Remorse.

She came into my life,

Decimating all the strife.

She filled my heart with joy,

I felt like a schoolboy.

We danced, we pranced,

And whole day long, we romanced.

She was my joy, she was my hope

And I prayed to God she would not elope.

We traveled far, we traveled wide,

Life was all a joyride.

We drank we ate,

And left all else to fate.

Am now old, growing fat,

My graying hairs I can’t combat.

I have crossed the hill,

But still have not lost the entire thrill.

She loves me still,

No wind-chill.

My Darling Wife,

You are my life.

I had heard a lot about this African town,

And the pleasures it offered after sundown.

I had heard of its people,

And their beauty and friendliness none could equal.

I had heard of its serenity,

And tranquility.

In fact I heard so much,

All I wanted was to go out and touch.

Accra it’s called and I must confess,

The place is so wonderful that I cannot express,

My feelings, my joy, and the peace I get,

In this heaven where all drink, dance and their worries forget.

The first time I came I was depressed,

The lights were out and I was stressed.

But slowly and surely the place grew on me,

Now love it so much you will never believe.

Am a romantic and lover of partying,

There is every place here for a person like me and striking.

The night clubs serene,

And the ladies pristine,

The places are rocking till morning.

The people of Ghana are cool,

Surprising thing is most are still in school! (Smile)

The ladies are nice, all full of spice,

The men are soft spoken and very polite.

The beaches are lovely,

The landscape serene.

It’s only the traffic I hate,

It makes my head gyrate.

Does the word Africa get u scared?

And all warn you bewared!

Don’t listen to them, those foolish folks,

What they are saying ,believe me is a hoax.

Come Ye All! to this wonderful place,

Believe me you will be shocked, surprised and amazed at its Grace.

Accra is its Name.

I crossed the seas,

I traveled far.

To the end of the earth,

To Africa.

I made my home,

In a beautiful city like Rome.

Accra was its name,

She stood cool and bright like a grand dame.

Paloma was where I first met her,

I felt I had met my maker.

She was dark, she was Black

I knew my life she would ransack.

My heart lit up,

Got my whole body to shakeup.

This was the one,

And I would make sure she did not run.

We had a blast,

It was like my life recast.

She was my African princess,

Body beautiful and face ageless.

Life was rolling, it was great,

And I left all else to fate.

I was in love,

I was in her hands a dove.

Don’t know what happened?

And loneliness beckoned.

She dumped me for another,

Not a word did she murmur.

Maybe I am wrong,

And went into this head long.

I must Admit am not Good

But loved you more than I should..

I miss you, my Love,

I miss you, my Life,

I miss you, my Darling,

My African princess,

I MISS YOU.