Gong! Gong! They beat
It signifies the urgency
Out all they meet
In their ever beauty kente cloths
Nana speaks
Okyeame confirms
I really miss
Night time was joyous
We converge at the village square
Where stories, fables and legends were listened
I’m always present to be part
To whirl and dance
To admire our culture and ladies
Where most marriages were born
It’s time to festival
Houses and compounds cleaned
Shrines to be cleansed
And the clay to beautify our walls
The village is suddenly metamorphosed
Men dressed in ahenema
Showing their wealth in their beautiful Kente cloths
The tall elegant Fontonfrom
And the melodies from traditional singers
All of it I miss
To all
Wherever thy find oneself
You must try to forget not your roots
Remember, it is these roots you are from
And will forever remain
DEEP INTO POLITICS
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