Were we to be settled and storying,
of a strong warrior king
cloaking from the coast of gold
The centre of the earth so bold
I would tell the gallery, girling
Oh from the coast, sons and nieces
Let’s down the stream get dry and wet, and work
for our seasons be seasoned
Garner your strength of gold Ghana
and sashay to the songs of Kwame
By the Mole upon our Ewe
We are kenned as Mande and Guan
Gummed by Gurma and Gurunsi
For Ga’s befriend the Akans
Roll out the Akan drum, and sound the goje
Towards Adowa, Kpalongo and Azonto
than the Spaniard’s flamenco, tuneful
Shall we shake and shun our shapes
In the theatre of game and flame.
Read – Beyond the Shores – A Poem by Ilori Ayomide, Nigeria
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