Raphael
'Yahweh Tsidqenu'!
With the power of words to touch you like a razor;
But my mind writes to put you in order!
Axim records the highest rainfall in Ghana and,
My love to you is like Ghana's rainfall;
For i am what you've been searching for.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who's To Blame
Oh Mother Ghana; Mother Ghana
What has happened to you?
What has happened to your culture?
They say we've fold arms against 'Vernacular' language
Instead opened arms wide to 'English' language
Oh Mother Ghana Mother Ghana
Why?
At school, we are taught the things we do not know
By the 'English' language
Why not 'Vernacular' language?
Oh Mother Ghana, Oh Mother Ghana
Where is your true identity as pure African?
Where is your pride as true Ghanaian?
Oh Mother Ghana, Oh Mother Ghana,
Day after day
When we put on the uniform as students
We are forbidden to speak 'Vernacular' language
Instead the 'English' language
Why Mother Ghana, why Mother Ghana?
When we speak 'Vernacular' language; your culture,
They say: 'Speak English' someone's culture!
When we speak 'English' that someone's culture
They say: 'Abrofosem; speak vernacular language' your culture!
Oh Mother Ghana, Oh Mother Ghana
Who's to blame?
'English or Vernacular language'
Oh Mother Ghana; Oh Mother Ghana.
poem by Francis Julian Zewu
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Sana Boja
Hello Sana Boja my friend,
It is a very time since we met in Ghana;
And i hope you are now doing well in Gambia.
Try to exhibit your talents at all times and,
Do go for your dreams always;
And remember that you do have a friend in Ghana.
Your experiences in Ghana during your visit tells it all,
So do move on in life Sana Boja;
For i am what i am today with my mind always on a muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who Am I?
Who am i?
I was born and grew up in Ghana to an Egyptian mother and a Togolese father;
Who am i?
I have taken to the culture, language and the education of Ghana to this present day;
And i know more about Ghana than Togo and Egypt.
Who am i?
I am an half-cast to satisfy my status;
And i can easily blend with my colleagues in Togo and Egypt as well,
But who am i?
In Ghana i eat a lot of plantain,
In Egypt i eat a lot of couscous,
And in Togo i eat a lot of beans;
So i am an African on apeaceful course.
My accent is very sound in Arabic, French and English;
But you can call me black or white because i am always the same,
For i have never caught the wind with my hands!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ghana Mourns!
Breaking News:
An acute cardiac arrest,
President 'John Evans Atta Mills is dead'!
And, Ghana mourns.
It occurred on Tuesday the 24th of July 2012,
Yes, in the afternoon hours;
And, Ghana mourns for President Mills.
Ghana ia situated on the West Coast Of Africa!
And for the first time, a sitting President dies;
Bringing the nation now into deep sorrow.
The death occurred at the '37 Military Hospital',
After being taken ill;
Yes, the sudden untimely death of the President of the Republic of Ghana! !
Ghana mourns!
For a President dies while in office;
And, he was 68 years old.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Price-Tag
From the price-tag of the vat-system to the price-tag of a rat,
And like the rat race in this world!
But with no compromise to expose your muse to others,
So how cam i pay my water-bills when there is no water running in my tap?
Here in Ghana with many light-outs to put us in darkness always,
And of the days in the darkness with the hope of seeing you once again;
But others do explore the negative ways to jump the bills,
And they are what we call economic thieves! !
Aluminium rod sign-plates,
'God Bless our homeland Ghana' is what they say;
But this first line of our National Anthem had never taught many!
And the price.tag of the Ghanaian still matters to me.
Parliamentarians are late to the parliament,
But that is normal in their own eyes over here in Ghana;
And the African Tea comes next with the muse of the heat,
For the Bushmen are ready with their cutlasses! !
And like the African-Time-Syndrome all over the place.
Incredible! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This is Ghana! !
Our Beloved Country;
But the Ghanaians do love their pockets more than Ghana itself.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Veronica
Love Yahweh your Father by walking in all His ways,
Like the monkey and the banana!
Love one another around you and the world,
Like the 'pig-feet' exported to Ghana!
But, they are sold in the markets for people to buy and eat.
Life is also like the 'turkey-tails' exported to Ghana,
Sold in the markets for people to buy and eat;
And of the 'stock-fish's heads' exported to Nigeria!
Sold in the markets for people to buy and eat,
But life to us is like a missing child in the forest.
Veronica, your thinking is very opposite to mine;
So how can we live together on this earth?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Welcome To Ghana
'Akwaaba'! 'Akwaaba'! !
'Akwaaba' to Ghana,
The Black Star of Africa!
Like shopping the past in descent ways,
I have more news fro you;
Welcome to the land of my birth.
Tourism, tourism, tourism!
True tourism comes from Africa! !
Where nature abounds for you to smile always;
So, come to Ghana and see things for yourself.
Visit the Gateway of Africa,
'Akwaaba' to the land of Freedom!
'Ghana your beloved country is free forever'! ! !
Whose idea was it?
Whose vision was it?
Whose motivations was it?
There are many answers to the worls so sweet when,
You do visit us in Ghana;
On the West Coast of Africa!
Ghana is full of natural resources,
Africa is full of natural resources;
'Akwaaba' is the message full of,
The hospitalities of the Ghanaian;
So, come and see things for yourself.
From the Castles of Slavery Days to,
The jungles of the animals;
'Akwaaba' to Ghana,
The Gateway of Africa!
From the cultural acts to traditions,
Your camera shots will fill your luggage;
What about the heat of the Sun?
'Waooo'! You will be touched with extra vitamin D;
It's all in the land of Freedom and Justice! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
Through the corridors of sleep
Past the shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
I don't know what is real,
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.
The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small
But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right
And I wander in the night without direction.
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.
It's no matter if you're born
To play the King or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow,
So my fantasy
Becomes reality,
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall
Through the corridors of sleep
Past shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion
I don't know what is real
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall
The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small
But I'm not sure at all it's my relfection
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right
And I wander in the night without direction
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall
No matter if you're born
To play the King or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow
So my fantasy
Becomes reality
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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The Writer's Ink
I am the writer's ink,
So just write with me without any fear;
I will move more than expected,
I will write more than expected,
I am the writer's ink.
Use me slowly or even faster,
I will talk more than expected;
I do have the message to teach everyone.
Of the beauty of communication,
I am used by everyone;
I am the writer's ink,
I do make people sad or glad;
My ink makes rulers sad,
My ink makes personalities sad,
My ink makes the common man sad,
The way i am used matters.
I am the writer's ink,
I am not expensive;
Buy me and use me always.
How can a country like Ghana be poor? !
Ghana has gold, oil, cocoa and timber;
There are also diamond, bauxite and other minerals;
How then can Ghana be poor? !
The writer's ink should tell us more.
Mismanagement is the food in the country,
Ghana has really more than it needs;
This country shouldn't be poor.
What the leaders say on air is not,
What we see on the ground;
I am the talkative ready to talk.
I am the writer's ink,
I will always speak the truth!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hannah
Welcome to Ghana,
Either by sea, air or by land;
Welcome to Accra,
Either by air or by land;
Welcome to Kumasi,
Either by air or by land;
Welcome to Tamale,
Either by air or by land;
Welcome to Takoradi,
Either by land, sea or by air;
For it is like a pleasant child in the forest of love.
Hannah, Ghana is all that you have to visit in your life time.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ghana's Most Beautiful
When drums are head
when beads on the ankle rattle
when flute gives it traditional rhythm
one thing comes in mind, the lives of our fathers
the rhythm of their heart beat.
Their quest for unity. We display them
We are Ghana's most beautiful
the eyes of our region.
We represent our culture and the beauty of
Ghanaians.
Our culture and hospitality makes alien natives
of our land
we are Ghana's most beautiful.
We are women of diverse culture
but common history.
We use beauty to promote unity
we use beauty to discourage conflict.
We use beauty to tell you, your history.
We are Ghana's most beautiful
the eyes of our society.
poem by Lovett Listowell
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Tony
A message to 'Big Tony' in U.S.A. and 'White Tony' in Ghana,
Gone are the days that we shared together;
But the marriage is dead when the pleasure is fled.
Sweet America we love you,
Sweet Ghana we love you,
Sweet Africa we love you,
But the summer to me is like life in Takoradi.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Abreast
Alike,
Afar,
Abreast,
Alot,
Abode,
And like the presentations of your descendants!
But you are about to learn from the scribe,
And like the best of the Irish Dance.
Beans and fried plantain,
The timber of Ghana and the oil of Ghana;
But with red, gold and green to satisfy your muse!
Because you are all that it takes.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Let Us Go Backwards
Lesbians and homosexuals,
Come to Ghana and you will meet them;
And, go out of Ghana and, you will meet them as well!
But, have we forgotten about the pages of history? ! !
Then, let us go backwards to the days of Sodom and Gomorrah;
And read about what they did! ! !
And of the punishments thereafter from the Creator;
For, the truth is written plainly for us to understand.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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1983 And Ghana Today
In a season,
They were all lean! !
And i saw their bones;
But today,
My people have grown fat on their bodies.
This reflects to the life in Ghana!
Yes, of what was seen in 1983 and Ghana today;
For the very people who were looking very thin are now very fat today! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lightening Strikes!
Cloudy are my eyes that weep.
In me is the storm.
Rainfall drips to dry.
And the thunder...
Mumbles on.
Lightening strikes!
Stripping fast to flash,
Before the lights go out.
Rainfall drips to dry.
And the thunder mumbles on.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Amoureuse
(sanson/osborne)
Strands of light on our bedroom floor
Change the night through an open door
Im awake but this is not my home
For the first time Im not alone
Reaching out I touch anothers skin
Breathing out as hes breathing in
Deep inside I feel my soul aflame
Can my life ever be the same
I should have told him
That Id do anything if I could hold him
For just another day, for just another day
His love is something I will not forget
When I am far away, when I am far away
I feel the rainfall of another planet
Another planet
Close together in the afterglow
I remember how his loving flowed
Turned the key into another world
Made a woman of a simple girl
Daylight comes as we both know it must
Soon my fantasy will turn to dust
But I would give him anything he asked
If my first love could be my last
I should have told him
That Id do anything if I could hold him
For just another day, for just another day
His love is something I will not regret
When I am far away, when I am far away
I feel the rainfall of another planet
Another planet
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Like I Never Loved Before
(phil vassar, robert byrne)
I guess I gave myself to someone
Maybe a time or two
I tried, I went through the motions
What was I supposed to do
I spun my wheels, I wasted so much time
And then with you I finally got it right
Its like I never loved before
Like I never saw the sun
Or felt the rainfall on my face
Its like its never ever been
I cant imagine life without you anymore
It feels just like I never loved before
I never talked about forever
Now its not long enough
Whos that guy lookin in the mirror
Cause its not the man I was
I only know I tremble when we kiss
Im making up for everything I missed
Its like I never loved before
Like I never saw the sun
Or felt the rainfall on my face
Its like its never ever been
I cant imagine life without you anymore
It feels just like I never loved before
I ran around in circles
I never knew
I was only getting ready for you
Its like I never loved before
Like I never saw the sun
Or felt the rainfall on my face
Its like its never ever been
I cant imagine life without you anymore
It feels just like I never loved before
song performed by by Phil Vassar
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Courtney Pine
Listen to me now,
For there is a sound of music flowing in the air;
Listen to me now,
For the melody of a realm is about to touch you and teach you;
And, to 'Courtney Pine' i do pay my respect.
Listen to me now,
For the message will infuse your brains with Jazz! !
And, to 'Courtney Pine' i do give my respect;
However, it is very important to listen to the words of our elders.
The Jazz music of 'Courtney Pine',
it is very important to learn from him as well;
So, listen to the sweet music of Jazz that he plays!
For the melody of this realm is about to touch you and teach you.
to the muse of music,
From the lessons he learnt from 'Mac Tontoh';
And to swing up with his mind so sweet! !
From the Jazz world of love and to the Jazz world of peace,
But, you've got to be somebody for someone on this earth.
Hope is a beautiful mind in your heart's desires,
But you are of the courteous order of the realms!
And, you are unifying us with your Jazz Music;
For, you're paired in nature's endeavours.
'Courtney Pine',
Nurturing everybody with the 'Order of the British Empire' (O.B.E.) !
But, you are placed in nature's endeavours to educate the youth;
And like the muse of your love when you paid Ghana a visit.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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