Cobwebs-- A Poem

Cobwebs

All these cupboards are full of cobwebs

I heard the soothsayer clearly say

I shrunk at once in all fear and admitted

Truly my life is engulfed in weaknesses

Not one, not two, many there are

I had sometime ago failed to show love

True love for Africans,

I failed to inspire youths and the young ones

To embrace the good traditions of the gospels

I failed to build our societies’ broken walls

Plant the trees that were in dire need to make our cities green

I had not smiled for days to many people

But deep down within my spirit lay the strength and truths

My mother tells me since childhood;

Like she said during my childhood

Now as she crosses another milestone

I can hear her say,

Africa is a flower bed of possibilities

Transplant the weak seedlings

Let’s all cry for the morning’s rich dew

Our hopes should not be few

They would be as flames amidst

Never dying embers

As the African race thrive to overcome

Unbeknown troubles that blow strong tidal waves

Against us from the other oceans

Both America, Asia, Europe and China so populous

Would soon behold with amazement

Though the camera’s lenses that once captured

The cobwebs

They would say now

“ The cupboards has no cobwebs

No dirt!”

Ebenezer K N Baiden- Amissah

P O Box LG 1254, Legon, Accra

Ghana

Telephone 0242823418/0246827402