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!
