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19.09.2015 Feature Article

Dear Kwame Red (16)

Dear Kwame Red 16
19.09.2015 LISTEN

Kwame Nwia,

your human poodles

make dictatorial savagery

seem so ideal,

you would think

this is the ultimate

destination of

Pan-Africanism…

Burkina just affirmed

what I have been saying

and preaching

all along,

that blackness

is merely

an accident

of birth,

common sense

is not shared

communal wealth,

monkeys play

by sizes

and so must

humans play

by leagues…

yes,

in Burkina Faso,

those mildly retarded

Mossi thugs

in green

are duking it out

hard and

bloody

to bring

your “vision”

to its logical

conclusion

of primal chaos

and stasis,

your grossly misguided

linkage

of our

meaningless

dependency

in which we have

been dumbly stuck

a half-century

and odd…

in the beginning

was the hellish darkness

of the foresighted

one-party state,

free speech

for fools,

neo-colonialism

gussied up

in lipstick-coated

double-talk…

warrior-crab

in a bucket

full of your own

puke;

we spilled

our blood

and then you sold

our birthright

for the thongs

of an Egyptian girl,

Nkrumah Show Boy,

what was such

such madness

about?

Now,

the Ganja-Boy

has a pussy-parade

lined up for you

come 9/21,

your made-up

birthday,

crabs in a

bucket,

oily rust of

madness…

Kwame Red,

Ghana still has her

fair share of

of your

fan-fools,

Osagyefo

The Great Chameleon,

I heard you say

Black segregation,

deprivation and

degradation and

destitution

were all a myth,

a fib concocted

by a cold-calculating

crock peddling crooks

to callously rock

the cool,

placid and

heavenly

waters of

Booker Tee’s

Five-Finger muck

whose prime preacher

you became

in search

of grist for

the Dumsor

whose riddle

you never

resolved;

with you,

it was all about

the dough,

chuck principles

and racial justice

and self-respect

to the wind –

Kwame Red,

with you,

it was all about

moolah,

the money bag…

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