In the heart of the pitch, where legends are born,
A maestro danced with grace each early morn.
With every touch, the ball obeyed his will,
A symphony of skill, a master's thrill.
Ghana's golden son, with feet so fleet,
He weaved through defenses, none could compete.
With eyes of an eagle, vision so clear,
He carved through the field, with courage, no fear.
From Paga’s streets to the world's grand stage,
He penned his story, page by golden page.
With every goal, a nation would rise,
In his victories, we saw our prize.
Three-time African king, he wore the crown,
In every stadium, he shut critics down.
A captain, a leader, with heart so true,
His legacy, eternal, like morning dew.
Now echoes of his name fill every space,
A hero of the game, in time and place.
Abedi Ayew Pele, forever he’ll reign,
In the halls of football’s immortal domain.
Through sons and daughters, his spirit lives on,
In every stride, his legacy’s song.
A tale of greatness, forever to tell,
The legacy of Abedi Ayew Pele.
M'pusiya!!!
Hajj Seidu Sulemana
(PagaBu)