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08.07.2009 Feature Article

Poem: Here Cometh Obama

Poem: Here Cometh Obama
08.07.2009 LISTEN

Oh Ghana!
Here cometh Obama,
On his tour,
He steps on your shore.
Is this “a nothing”, or a sign,
Of favour divine?

Oh Ghana!
Here cometh Obama,
The bells peal.
Not for Mills or Mahama,
But for Ghana.
And for our ailments, I wonder,
What magic pill?

Here cometh Obama,
With his Michelle in tow.
To no place but Ghana.
But in some Ogas mind, he's stooped low
And in shame, his head, must bow.
But isn't that only some discordant voice,
Eyes gone green, because Ghana is the choice?


With the wizened,
Choices are not about mere numbers and quantity
But content and quality.

This is meritocracy.
Honour earned by the credentials of our democracy.

Come Obama
And get some pampering-
Comforts you may never get back at home,
Right here under Ghana's dome.

Here cometh Obama.
Prez Mills, for Blak, give no stage.
That guy is no sage.
In Atukwei or Ama we've got great bards.
They can offer odes or ballads,
And even string together the lyrics
That make fitting panegyrics.


I like the cool civility now.
The thing with a single Eye has been leashed.
And the daggers have been sheathed.
Some white flags we hoist
As America's Prez, we host.

It's as a feuding couple, their hostilities, cease.
Upon a person of honour's entrance,
They, by reason, broker a deal of peace
But that is momentary, and only superficial
They start again, with the person's absence,
Shredding themselves apart, piece by piece.

What will post-Obama Ghana be like?
Will the rabid barks in the corridors resume?
And the mobs of morbidity, the reins, assume?

Obama cometh,
And I wonder,
Would he be briefed on all the disasters?
The Bawku brawl, and those who fell
The Kumasi inferno, and the things that became toast
The rain, and the number slain
And how it's all added to the state's cost,
With the hope that
He'll offer some relief, for our grief.


Would he be told,
How some emptied the coffers
Broke the economy, and got sectors into coffins,
Fit for nothing but burial,
Until Doc Duff's wonderful resuscitation?

Would he get to hear about the cars,
The mud slinging and tarnished reputations
And how some have been left with scars?

What will the spinners spin?
And what will the propagandists propagate?

I've heard talks of some Obama cloth,
And seen pictures too.
Akosua's Daily Guide cartoon
Was not just another lampoon.
My ears have also been privy to talks of a plot
And I've read an article or two.


Here cometh Obama,
Let's cease, the political dogma.
All that is needless
Let's stop the political madness.
Let's show some class
And avoid any bit of political crass.

(For now at least)
(Let's not make ourselves less).

(Even among the average and ordinary)
In the corners of our heads
And the deep recesses of our hearts
Lurk some thoughts:

On this visit, so brief.
Any package of relief,
Though his land still reels under the crush of the crunch?

Or in their American dreams
Our oil streams
Have become a prominent feature
Spelling great prospects for the future?

To your land, oh Ghana
Cometh Obama
With his Michelle in tow.
Is he coming to grow,
Some American grain?

What will be our gain?

By Isaac Karikari ([email protected])

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