MY STORY UNTOLD

MY STORY UNTOLD

Ama Ghana

A country full of Gold

Good people, innocent souls

They used to call her Coast of Gold

Gold Coast, so we were told

And then the invaders came

To our shores, in ships they came

Were they gods or were they same?

Their skin color made us insane

They taught us religion

They taught us to pray

Divided us into regions

We became their prey

They shared us among their own

And seized all we owned

They took us from our homes

And sold us to their homes

They showed us soul winning

Yet practiced gold digging

They gave fake pleasure

And stole our treasure

Thieves,

They poised our hearts

They pierced our hearts

They polluted our minds

They poisoned our minds

With silly greed

To sell our breed.

For our daily bread,

Our own kind bled

Yet, our youth run to them

That sold our fathers into slavery

Willing to offer to them

Their selves, voluntary slavery

Their minds, mental slavery

Their body, sex slavery

Their feelings, emotional slavery

When they should rather, fight slavery

Pity.

We had our freedom

Yes, led by Nkrumah

We had our freedom

And fled Nkrumah

We gave to the jailer

He who was once our savior

He gave us our homeland

And we made him homeless

The land, once filled with gold

Is now filled with gold diggers

Gathering tons of gold

In the name of Jesus

Politicians, Gansters

Ministers, Fraudsters

Slay Queens, Pastors

Teachers, no, cheaters

Policemen, Fathers

Lawyers, no, liars

Professional Backstabbers

Bloody gold diggers

I see an Africa

Running  to its roots

A brand new Africa

Investing in the youth

For we were buried

Only to germinate

We were worried,

But will soon dominate.

For Our children are smarter

Our oldmen, wiser.

Economic growth, faster

Our ladies, prettier

What we knew,

We now know again

The Africa we knew

shall rise again.

Bonte said it

Written by Daniel Felix Ayibontey (2018)

(Bonte Shot It)

University of Education, Winneba

Ga-Dangme Department

+233 275653650

Accra, Ghana