A GOLDEN SONG

Agoo!! Agoo!! Shhh!! Shhh!! What is this that I hear? What is this that I feel? I can sense excitement in the air. There is music and merry making In my curiosity I drew near Behold, there stood the mini twin towers Built at the heart of odomankoma’s own suapon KNUST As I drew nearer, I could hear voices The whispers were that of praise Praise for a mother. Praise for the mighty oak The tree whose branches know no bounds And offers shelter to all and sundry From the North to the South Continued from the East to the West Across the continent and beyond the seas They have all come, Gathered together to celebrate her goodness They recounted of her many exploits That she just turned 2 scores and 10. The bearer of bearers has chalked half a century The citadel of wisdom has aged. Has aged graciously in admiration She is supple and fresh and has not lost her charm The mother hen that nurtures her own kind has a mission The bearer of nation bearers has not lost her passion Your influence on your generation is immeasurable I see it in your many offspring and well placed they are in society Sowing seeds in their various field of endeavor I know of the housewives and teachers I am very much aware of the entrepreneurs and the socialites I have been told of the scientists and engineers and all the other professionals birthed And the excellence they portray everywhere they go But I know, yes I know that you are not done with us That you will remain fertile forever, that you would continue to conceive nation builders What shall I do in return for your love, what can I say for your immense impact. I can eulogize you for days unending and hail you till the rains come But there is tomorrow and so must words end at dawn. I only have this to offer, a token of gratitude, a song of gold.

Composed by: Marian Asantewah Nkansah on 3rd June 2017