On Mandy's Rebirth

A little wine and we shall all be dead
None shall be spared: bring your last breath
And when we're done, you may retire to bed
For none which we say here has never been said
So remember: Not all things feared are dread
But tonight, the purpose, our purpose for which we gather here
The communion, our union, a year added to her birth
A cause to thank, celebrate; greater things yet to be heard
The blood and mind to this day we hug with her
The labour and sufferance which we all bear
To the gaiety and happiness we all share
Then our bye to embrace our waiting bed.

Ghanaian Talk

In the sun
. . . somewhere in Accra
Awaiting deliverance uncoming from the clouds
What says you?
My government will sweep this Sun
Government does anything, that's true