Poetry Corner: The Names On Their Lips

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It seems a million years have gone by

Since a people treasured a good name

And measured it above silver and gold



Much more above the most prized treasures

More than prized diamonds

 

Few were those whose names were embedded in indelible deeds

Whose names were invoked to evoke memories

But many were who responded to appellations

Just so to spell out a feat to defeat fate

 

So Kawambire rose to his feet at the trumpet sound of Osagyefo

For he was a warrior of valour

For he fought to conquer a foe of no mean stature

His victory dealt a death blow to a state of dependence

Against hateful servitude, he poured out his hateful abhorence

Freedom! Freedom! Freedom now!

It was his avowed preference

And when he still put his hand to it

He was pushed out through a maiden putsch

With none to hold his fort to push his way

To this day

 

His intelligent state of mind

Earned him, The Intellectual Giant of no kind

But just when he was set to reach out, to read out

To shout so loud his economic treatise

He was booted out

The Best University Scholar In Africa

Came to Be Under Serious Internal Attack

And was knocked out…sooner than he thought

With one in the uniform to hold his fort

 

Li was a Gentleman of the gentlemen

He manned but only for a short span

His main aim was to reclaim the name of Kwame

But he was booked out of the broken Homeland

Just like his main man

And one there was to hold his fort…sooner

 

Arombire was well-known for his Kasapreko

And who dared say otherwise?

Who dared repudiate his orders?

He dared to raise a voice for the voiceless

Arombire must roar…and roar

Arombire must be heard when his boom echoed in the rooms

He revved and revved his revolution

But he changed to a reverse gear

Ultimately, he bowed out

With one in the city to hold his fort

 

Katakumbe was a calm Okatakyie

He stood tall

When all around him appeared so short, so small

His eyes did the tricks for his talks

His height left him as the last man standing tall

He had responded to a call to bring about a fall

As they cheered on

He bowed out when all were still cheering on

One in the city there was to hold his fort

 

Anane was as sharp as Busumburu

As he blossomed to tip the global scales

They all agreed he was Shark, the Zulu

No table would sit without his head

No head could fill up to his diplomatricks

No tricks could fell Anane’s Oak tree of success

He was still Busumburu when he headed for his six feet

None in the city there was to hold his fort

 

Ataala would rather be a Peacemaker

Would rather gather all his chicks under his wings

Would rather sing to all to whom his name stinks

Would rather think about home…than leave home to think about some in their home

They were still in search of a peacemaker when Peacemaker reached his Maker

One there was in the city ready to hold his fort

 

Ssrkodie was not at all like Kodie, the Eagle

But when he suddenly appeared he had eyes to look far

And see far, so very far

His works walked far ahead

Far into the future

His words were few

Fewer than the days he had to work

But his works were worth his words

So they named him Oseadeeyo

While he still put his hands to it

He was booted out

With one in the city to hold his fort

 

The Honourable

His Excellency

Nearly His Majesty

He was initiated onto the pitch as Kantamanto

With a flurry of budding and budded rolls of roses

He was in a hurry to pay all his vows

But men of much faith saw vows turn into lows

 

Kantamanto attempted to trumpet his lows

In the eyes of faithful fellows

To colour his lows in loads of low lying lies

For the eyes and ears of swelling scoffing foes

But many now agreed that Kantamanto needed a brand new name

A name to match his broken image

 

He swore to lambast some names of old

He swore to cast a slur on some hallowed names

Names cast in gold

Names carved in stones

 

Dovlo stood out as the only true General

Commanding all to leave their books open

Some did

Some did not…daring to see what will happen

Some knew him so well

Some did not…swapping him for a refugee

Some liked him so well

Some did not…saying he did not deserve love

He must be a deportee

But he liked himself

He laughed all by himself

Laughing all the way out

Out of their way

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