Ode to Ghanaian Vuvuzela Journalists

By Kwesi Atta Sakyi


8th April, 2012

Pseudo trenchant media practitioners,
Have penchant for the weird but unreal,
Wayward drivers honking vuvuzelas for no just cause
Sabre rattling, sombre ranting
Amount to media unrest
Arrest the media polluters
Cage the sanguine media lot
And save Ghanaian media rot

Their profuse effusions amount to not much,
Ethics they have none,
Save they are gutter slatterns and yellow bill birds
Chirping and chirruping ad nausea,
Paparazzi pre-paid pen assassins
Peddling political bias and lies
And raising hell storm
Who takes them serious
Vuvuzela press corps bore us to the core
They’ve become unenviable media whores

Day in day out, they vuvuzela from the rooftops,
Selling their mediocre ware
We are aware, hungry media sycophants
They saturate the airwaves with kasapoolo (unending chatter)
We tire of cacophonous din
They populate the printing press
With unprintable stories
They suffuse the airwaves with vituperative vibes
Who takes them serious,
These popinjay vuvuzela neophytes,
Perceived press serial killers with no real gigabytes

Their stories cut no ice nor wash,
Media vuvuzelas have no depth to their cooked-up stories,
Sorry, we will not buy such cheap fare,
Like mother hen eager to feed chicks,
They scratch the surface for the grubs
They dig not deep for the gold
They rob themselves chance to rise to the stars,
Vuvuzela journalists and media practitioners
Tie themselves to the lowly grub,
Media serial killers in cahoots with radio serial callers, beware,
We are aware of your kaleidoscopic and panoramic vuvuzelas!