Ghana, we now have freedom
Ghana, land of freedom
Toils of the brave
And the sweat of their labours
Toils of the brave
Which have brought results
Sailing & sailing & sailing
Across the shores of time
And the African sun’s brilliance
With memoires ranging from the gate of no return
To the land of dreams come true,
A living memory, after shimmering dark – groping years
Of some three score historic years,
Rekindles my heart
When such days come in view.
Nkrumah, Caseley-Hayford, Mensah Sarbah, Paa Grant, Sergeant Adjetey, Big Six…
And all who fought for freedom,
Now realize from distant lands
They rather fought for deliverance.
It was there I gladly heard the melodic rhythms
Of the great fontomfrom and atumpan
Echoing the glee of great hearts, by drums,
In a privileged view of an unfolding story
The fight for independence.
This is your day, Ghana,
Yet a curious question
Aches my heart.
Is Ghana free indeed?
As Ghanaians, have we truly gained freedom?
In growing 60 years wiser,
I come in the womb of this great day
With the wakeup call of the whistle blower
And the attention – drawing rhythms of the gong-gong beater,
To provoke hearts in a frenzy
Of Independence Day celebrations,
That the songs and joyous chants
Of our forefathers, were actually
Songs of deliverance, and not freedom!
The blackman has still not come
To grips with bearing the burden
And responsibility of freedom.
For the blackman to rule himself,
He must teach his children,
His sons & daughters born in the wilderness of deliverance
These 60 years
Who neither bear the stench & lustre
Of the dust of Gold Coast days,
Nor the sweat, toil & blood of our fathers
In resisting oppressor’s rule,
But have merely known the manna & quail
Offered them always
As if, that had been the case since time began.
They have not known the story behind the history
Swirling them along this trajectory
Where they claim they’re free
It is in this regard
I have been sent
To shed rays of light
On the yonder promised land
Where blame games are not played
And the burden of freedom,
Neither despised, nor belittled.
The most pervasive characteristic that pervades our society today
Irresponsibility is the abandonment of conscience
And the ignorance of accountability
Irresponsibility is not being answerable to authority
Irresponsibility is lacking a sense of accountability
Irresponsibility is being unable to respond to conscience
Irresponsibility is not being committed to any vision
Irresponsibility is to transfer blame.
We are experts at blaming the past for our future
We blame our parents for our habits
We blame our teachers for our ignorance
We blame our leaders for the way we follow them
We blame sickness for our health
We blame our children for our social problems
We blame cigarettes & tobacco companies for our cancer
We blame the government for unemployment
Forgetting we actually do not want to work
We blame alcohol for drunkenness
Our wives for our waywardness
Our husbands for our depression
The black man still blames the white man for his predicament
The poor blames the rich for their poverty
The criminal blames society for his behavior
The sinner blames the hypocritical preacher
For his damnation
We’re a society of blamers
When we owe our behavior to the society we live in
We are in big trouble
60 years on, we must act our age.
It’s time to grow up
And growing up means responsibility
Shout with me, RESPONSIBILITY.
Where is our ingenuity?
The wealth of a country is measured by how productive a nation is
Let’s find ingenuity within ourselves
So this nation will not suffer from poverty
We’ve got brains within our ears
With over 1 billion cells; we haven’t used 10% yet
There’s something we can do with our hands
Which we don’t need the government to tell us
Some can sew what they wear
Yet they still buy from folks in Paris & Italy
Some can bake with their hands
Yet they still import cookies from western lands
Ghana, it’s time to maximize ourselves
Let’s deploy ourselves
So no one will employ us
To determine our worth by how much they’ll pay us.
We live in a generation which believes
Life owes them something
A generation that refuses to take personal responsibility
For their actions & decisions
Yes! I shall tell of our land
Flowing with purpose and responsibility.
Our land where dark rich soils
Break out with seeds sown in faith
Springs fountaining the life
Of an African who truly knows
His identity, purpose, potential, heritage, and destiny.
I have not come with the pen of a ready writer
Nor ten thousand tongues to sing of freedom.
I am here with a throbbing & aching heart
Blowing winds of life
On the eyes of my kind
That hopefully, they may arise to the calls of history
And respond to the groans of destiny.
Creation earnestly awaits even up until now,
The sons and daughters of mighty Mother Ghana,
The life of Africa
The stars of hope, truth, and life
To beam shamelessly through the crevices of every civilization story
And exude in power, clad in true beauty & majesty
Their discovered selves.
It is then, we as a people, would recognize
The promised land of freedom
And value independence day reflections.