The Story Of A Ghanaian Borga

I will cover my eyes with dark ashes
I shall pretend to be blind
I shall retire my legs from walking
So others could call me cripple
It's not that I feel defeated
Because the battle isn't yet won
There was a time when I stood tall
But now I only stand to fall
Greed has shamed my house
So poverty has sent me in search of wealth







I must go into hiding before the dawn
This man made paradise isn't my home
Here I am just another face in the crowd
Here they call me a beggar behind my back
Here the call me the Black devil
I eat honey which turns bitter in my mouth
Only God knows the trouble that I have seen
Indeed if I am only as strong as my burden
Then I will carry on just the same
With the hope that my heart doesn't cave in







Sweet memories lay broken underneath my wings
How quickly time has flown
They told me to seize the moment
But the moment was bound for tomorrow
And now all that I have got left
Is the memory of yesterday when I was
I know what was written by the hands of fate
I read it with my own two eyes
But now that it has come to pass
I wonder how fate ever came to know







I know that Ghana needs me back home
But I cannot leave now
To whom shall I return empty handed
Nobody loves you when you lose
They expect me to return with money which I don't have
They expect me to return with cars bought on credit
These unrealistic expectations are killing me
These unrealistic expectations have got me trapped
No I cannot leave for home now
So I will stay where ever I am in shame