Today, I am ashamed to be a Ghanaian

Today, I loathe this country called Ghana

Today, I am disgusted with Ghanaian administration

Which specialises in inefficiency, ineptitude

Today, I am sick to death of a Ghana that

cheapens life,

nurtures calamity

rewards negligence

applauds ostentation

smoulders innocence

wails tragedy.

Disgustingly avoidable

Today is Teen Werekoa’s tragedy!

Today, Adagya coughed up

Werekoah’s parents and sibling.

The caved bridge ignored for

FOUR MONTHS

hurled the rain waters up.

And vanquished six.

Three, WEREKOA and Sister’s:

Father, Mother, Brother!

Fifties, forties, seven!

The real tragedy, I read,

when prime parents

with dependable children

Die in situations

Principally avoidable!

Werekoa got caught

In nauseous Ghanaian cycle.

Avoidable tragedy!

What did the street waters do?

Whose business was

under the bridge,

broken and sunk?

The street housing the waters?

Is it moral

to neglect a sunk bridge

which hosts human traffic?

Today

Werekoa will be shelled

With the news that no child

Should ever receive.

And be catapulted

Into

Parents!

Entrepreneur!

Manager!

Losing one

Is tragic.

Losing both

Is numbing.

Werekoa’s cup.

Is it holy

To

Pray to God?

Erect monuments?

Worship en mass?

To

Cheapen life

Cheat humans

Profess duty

Neglect calling

Avoid task

Smoulder the innocent?

Is it holy

To

Mourn with bereft

Comfort with words

Lavish with gifts

Tender with care,

who ought not

to have lost?

Alas,

It is Ghana!

After tragedy:

Duty calls

Sympathy flows

Tears fall

Prayers sound

Sycophants jump.

All false.

For

In a place

Life is cheapened

Duty is neglected

Funds are squandered

Tragedy is cooked

Orphans are engineered.

They are:

Managers not

Honourable not.

Humanitarians not.

They are slaughterers!