OUR GHANA!!

I’ve heard tales of Nkrumah’s Ghana

Her beauty and abundant riches

I’ve heard of her renowned honour

And her glittering golden beaches

Lo! Her fountain of honey

The pleasure and the sweetness

No room for melancholy

Utmost joy, the people harness

I’ve heard rumours of her fall

People say she lost her garment

The garment that made her stand tall

And so till date, she laments

Others attest she did loose her garment

But to men of indiscipline and corruption

Hope and aspiraton filled that raiment

Its loss then blurred her vision

We are the silver lining in this cloud

So we vow to make our mother proud

Gold and silver we do have

Talk less, the unity and the love

For as the sun sets, we argue and diss

But by sunrise, we all at peace

Through the blood and toil of our fathers

Amidst the sweat and tears of our mothers

We owe to the land of our birth

A certain and sure rebirth

In our own ways, let us pay our dues

And pledge woe to them that refuse

Hopefully, we will find the garment

And Ghana will once again, soar in her raiment

God bless Ghana!! Long live Ghana!!!

BACK TO SCHOOL!!

Time seemed to have been creeping

But school soon reopened

We are smart enough to have been fraudsters

But we chose to go upstairs

Where brains can decipher,

Why “A” is alpha

Why a bad chemist pours water on acid

And expects a reaction any more placid

Why the social scientists sleeps

And yet their results manage to leap

The dilemma of a mathematician searching for X

Hoping it knocks on his door like fedEX

The overly-rated medical students

While the artists bear all the talents

Law students have their own flaws

Yet they think they know all the laws

There goes our engineer

Chasing us with his questionnaire

Historians try to make history

Scientists unravel the mystery

The lecture just got boring

Even the ladies are snoring

Battle for the best hall

Who will stand tall?

While the outside world prepares for Xmas,

We prep in the deep nights for exams

In the end, we will hail

All who escaped trail

Get awarded our degree

And continue life with glee

I’m proud to be a student

If you on this path too, do not relent!!!

THE BLAQBOI'S CREED!!!

I am that fragile egg you see

The gem many want to be

But what lies within my shell;

Only I could tell

I am that bird soaked in the rain

I manage to fly, so they don’t see my pain

Through it all, I still sing

For I know not what tomorrow would bring

I am that homeless butterfly

In your eyes, a colorful fly

Very feeble are my wings

I pray daily against strong winds

I am that ant on your pathway

Working hard each night and day

For a future I’m not assured

As life itself isn’t insured

I am that perfectly tamed lion

Protégé to the Great Orion

I betrayed my cold heart

But I’m still a distinct cat

I am a blend of all the above

Soaring in the skies like a dove

And as the earth pledges to revolve

The puzzle of life will I solve!!!

THE GUN & THE PEN!!!

                                  

The gun stole a thousand
The pen stole a million
A mightier pen contracted the pen to capture the gun
The pen was then given a gun
And so with a gun, the pen hunted the gun
The pen finally caught the gun
But a mightier pen found out the atrocity the pen had commited
The gun and the pen were then arraigned before the law
Fortunately and unfortunately, the law was written by a pen
The pen managed to escape trial
The pen handcuffed the gun
The gun was put on an eternal remand
The story is like life; totally unfair
But the people did not care
The people hated the gun
I do not blame the people
For the gun wore a mask
And the pen wore a uniform!!

BOTTLES!!

Cook-a-doodle-doo, the rooster crows

And off his bed, he already arose

In haste, he leaves the door ajar

For there is much pleasure at the bar

To him, nothing really matters

But his craving for the colored waters

He says his usual prayer

As he calls on the waiter;

“ Wine is for the weak,

For it has all the answers we seek;

Let us drink here,

For heaven has no beer! 

Serve me beer for breakfast

to rinse my stomach off dust”

He rounds the night up with gin and whisky

And lay by the drains when tipsy

His sons then bear the plight

As they search for daddy in the night

Unfortunately, one cannot change family

So they preach to him the homily

“We all lost something when mama died

Yeah, it was hard but we tried

Drunkenness is never the way

It only pushes mama’s spirit away!”

They would watch him with scorn and disdain

Hoping he would someday refrain

His life was once straight and clean

Until he lost his wife, Irene!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELVIRA!!

It is your day, my white flower
So let the world see your glamour
Fill your heart with gaiety
Stun us all with your beauty
Make a wish and i will obey
If you wear that smile all day
Let us make merry
For the real life fairy
Who bears the crown of glory
In my little love story
La blanca, Señorita Elvira
Rejoice, for you're a year older
Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor
Enjoy this day and many more!!!

HUSBAND THEN, MANNY NOW!!

He heard the sound of the doorbell

He knew she would soon yell

“Pause cleaning the floor,

And see who’s at the door”

He goes as low as washing her undies

Oh Yeah! He washes her panties

His little son can’t call him daddy

For mummy treats him like a manny

They barely speak to eachother

And he dares not put his own son to order

He met her far back in high school

Oh! Her smile was so cool

People said it wasn’t safe if she was older

But he thought their love was stronger

Years later, they were at the altar

Making vows without a falter

Back when they used to go cruising

She would call her Captain Jack Robin

She used to be the girl he would die for

Indeed, this wasn’t what he bargained for

Now, all his friends call him a looser

But he warns them to keep working harder

For you never know how marriage could be a flop

Until  you finally loose your job!