ON THE WALLS OF MY HOMELAND


I woke up and found myself in a home built on a pillar of natural minerals,
I woke up and found myself in a home surrounded by the seas, rivers and the green,
I woke up and found myself in a home that has its walls painted in beautiful different colors.

On the walls of my homeland,
I see people walking on the street without their shadows: darkness; their world of wander, hunger; their cake for living, and sweat that runs from their foreheads to their lips is the ice that cools their temperature.
I ask, where do these people seek shelter and security?
Why are they in the street?
Are they also part of my homeland?
Who is suppose to hear their groans?
These become difficult riddles.

On the walls of my homeland,
Written on these walls, I see citizens in a dark hides sharing the cakes that belong to ‘Konlan,’
Written on these walls, I see shepherds seeking pastures from their sheep,
Written on these walls, I see citizens with impurity: corruption has become the profession that pays income,
Corruption has become the cloth which engulfs citizens as bedding.
I ask, are we aware corruption sucks the blood of our homeland like a vampire?
Do we have our homeland at heart?
What will you gain sharing the cakes that belong to ‘Konlan?’
What hunger propels you the shepherds to seek pastures from your sheep?
Why do we still pass that sickness called corruption to our generations like a culture?
These become difficult riddles.

On the walls of my homeland,
The environment suffers in the hands of indiscipline:
Littering has become the culture that is born to be inherited by every generation;
Gutters and streets are pregnant with sachets and human excrements,
Forests and bushes have turn to be the ‘perfect places’ known as ‘free range’ where citizens empty their bowels,
Waste bins that are provided to collect the wastes are seen as ‘waste bins’
I ask, do we know we are digging our own graves through littering?
Do we know we are the cause of ‘June 3’ flooding which almost washed all our residences and swallowed myriad of human souls?
What do we even expect from the government when we are the cause of our woes?
Why have we given ourselves the title of indiscipline?
These become difficult riddles.

On the walls of my homeland,
The rivers like Ankobra, Pra, Birim, Kyebi and other rivers are suffering in the hands of them who named that act ‘GALAMSEY’, the illegal small scale mining,
These rivers have lost their pristine nature to water pollution:
These rivers have lost their blue colors to milky, as digging and degrading the soil in the bowels of these rivers are the acts of citizens,
The fish, the crocodile, the human, the cattle are crying for asylum and thirst.
The government and other stakeholders have raised a flag against…but none had seen the waving of this flag, they continue their core and the rivers continue their cry.
I ask, what do we call our ancestors who preserved the rivers till our generation?
Are we aware these rivers give live to some creatures and even us?
Why can’t we obey the government for once or we think the government hates us?
Are we aware biblically, destroying what God has created is a curse?
Why have we allowed selfishness to marry us?
These become difficult riddles.

Ghana, our homeland!
I think it is time to be positive and generational in our everyday Ghanaian life,
Ghana has laid prostrate on a hard rock for long; she seeks for our humanity and discipline:
Our leaders ought to lead with blunt tongues and short arms; they ought to lead Ghana for the sake of Ghanaians and not for their pockets,
Our everyday Ghanaian life should portray kindness and love for Ghana, discipline and diligence in all we do, and practice generationally environmental exercises; planting trees, keeping our environment clean and keeping our rivers save.
Ghana is a beautiful country painted red, yellow, and green,
We must not paint it in our own preferred colors!
We must not also forget so soon that the “red color was the blood which shed to liberate us from oppression!
I think our everyday life must drive us towards appreciating the toils of our forefathers and helping Ghana to rise from its fall.
Be positive! Be positive!! Be positive!!!

4 thoughts on “ON THE WALLS OF MY HOMELAND

  1. This is a wakening message to the leaders of our Homeland and my comrade citizens!
    No one else can make the hole of the rat more comfortable and feel it will it’s favourite meals than the rat itself.
    Ghanaians MUST WAKE UP!

  2. I really like your story,
    I see it as a peom inside of a story
    and I won’t forget this sentence, corruption has become the profession that pays income. Great write up

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