Ghana Must Go!

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So you say what? 
Ghana must go? 
Yes 
Definitely 
Ghana must go 
But where? 

All we know is Ghana must go! 
We went with the Whiteman 
But he dropped us like a sucked orange 
Then we went with the Blackman 
But he used us to wipe his underparts and dropped us in a man-hole 
We went with the men in uniform but they raped our women at the bus stop 
We turned to monarchs but found no sweetness there 
We went to 'bullet' boxes but they sold us for the thighs of university girls

We went to court, but our lawyers filed a 'nolle prosequi' without our consent

We appealed but the judge fell asleep during the trial

Having spent all his night counting monies and collecting goats

In his waking moments, he threw our case out of the window

We run to the police but they met us with stray warning bullets

That left many dead and even more with broken limbs and fractured skulls

The lucky ones went to the hospital to get treated

But were turned away for lack of beds

And you say what? Ghana must go?

Well we didn't give up but went from one big man to the other

But their short-skirted secretaries waved us off

And their security men shoved us out the door

And roared at us: 'Who are you'!?

We couldn't answer for though we knew ourselves,

No one else knows us so in fact, we are nobodies

 Did I hear somebody say there is par-lie-ment?

Who do they represent but their own colours and bank accounts?

Beneath all those lies and debates about where to borrow next, 

Are really boys and girls chasing lizards and playing hide and seek

More worried about their ex gratia than our welfare

But if you say fii you're hurled before them for contempt

And you say what? Ghana must go?

The other day we asked the gossips to tell our story

But they asked us for 'soli' and we didn't have it

So they pushed us aside and rushed to meet the pregnant man

Who breaths like a dragon and whose fart kills flies and mosquitoes

In frustration, we turned upon ourselves and lynched each other

That got the gossips attention, 

The photographers clicking away

And splattered our faces in the papers the next day

With the screaming headline: 
"THIEF LYNCHED AT CHOKORNIMA" 

The big man read it and snorted 

Our lawyer glanced at it and chortled;

Suppressing a fresh burst of mirth. 

The grumpy judge dozed off before he’d read the first sentence

The police did not border to investigate

So our MPs asked for bodyguards to add to their macho men

And we were all back to business as usual the next day

And you say what, Ghana must go?

That Friday, we were all in the mosque mouthing our supplications

In spotless white agbadas and with pearly tasbahs

Bowing reverently to the Chief Iman and shaking his venerable hands

And on Sunday, we danced ourselves lame in church

Though the big man and his young wife slept during the sermon

And our lawyer rushed out to answer a pressing call

Whilst the judge went to the restroom. 

The gossips whispered about the mixed tenses of the preacher

But everyone was back during the offering with white handkerchiefs

Dancing and waving them like madmen

And stuffed the collection bowl with new bills

The preacher called them afterward and prayed that the Lord might replenish them

And we groaned in the knowledge of what that meant – we would pay more!

And we left unseen, uncomforted, unfed, unblest

And you say what?