Part I
‘Before 2nd World War’ (Proto—)

So soaked by the passion of nationalism
Swimming in the deep ocean of proto-nationalism
Opposing obnoxious legislation
Highly enriched in the craft of intelligentsia
Blackmailed by the complacency of the chiefs
Who were not willing to help move wheels to change the status quo
Stung by chronic economic hardship

Condemning everything African
Yet propagating a missionary concoction of equality
Beholding a mirror of lies of no better elites from us
Smoked discrimination against us in our own homeland
A concomitant of western classroom dishing us in high unemployment
Drunk from the wells of Fante  Confederation
1868, Mankessim brewed and imbibed in us the spirit of consciousness

Determined more to the full of zeal and will
Chiefs played against each other by the head to the tune of bewilderment 
Mensah Sarbah on the hills of Ogua, Cape Coast
Seen blowing the flute of Aborigines’ Rights Protection Society in 1897
Fiercely antagonised by colonial tendencies
The cry of the nationalist still blazing
Their flames burnt to fill time zones

Then appeared from the half smoke
The Nationalist Congress of British West Africa
An eagle’s widest scope of the libation of Casely Hayford poured
Time seemingly right for this libation pouring to rekindke cold spirits
Inter-territorial connection of the fate ahead
Gold Coast, Nigeria and Sierra Leone embraced in one spirit of a common destiny

The new dawn of the positive sign waited for now born
As it ushered the wheels of the elective principle under the umbrella of the 1922, 1924 and 1925 constitutions
Of Gold Coast, Nigeria and Sierra Leone respectively
Hearts stolen by a more desire for change
‘WASU’ rose through the blood of two young men
Setting the flow of it transportation on fire to it birth in 1925
Bakole-Bright whispering the voice of a deific direction to his spirit Comrade Ladipo Solanke
The other side of the colonial threat revealed
As Wallace-Johnson’s fortified zeal set in flames to no colonial quash
With the spectacles of the West African Youth League sprung to it feet of conscientising

Part 2
‘After 2nd World War’ (Militant—)

Nonetheless inebriated with the palm wine of nationalism
The tide of the new light rose to the birth of militanism 
As they delved deeply into new paths of elitism
Hearts and souls sewn to flames of fervor for freedom
Bitten by a more ardor conscious than ever
To fulfill the call of destiny for the people, nations and continent
Enlivened by the light of the Atlantic Charter
Adorned by shea lotion of  consciousness in 1945 by the Pan-Africanist Congress

Spirits moved to the feet of eager minds
By the fragmented supremacy of ‘theirs’ on the heated warfare
With our brothers and sisters form India,
And Pakistan serving as byspel of red sea crossing on leaf ribs
About what we must let the fluid dreams of minds ought to hope for

Fortified by built up militant ideals
The approach took we leaf from was strict radicalism
Ideals brewed under the distillery of 1945 in Manchester
The will of our people still crying on the wilderness of their own country for help
But where was the saviour of our soul coming from,
And who could be that being of a man born of a woman,
To still this stormy way towards freedom and independence?

From the fertile womb of Gold Coast, 
Came a man of multiple brightly colours
A man who felt the need with urgent passion to set the foundation laid right
Kwame Nkrumah that tune from the mirliton of freedom
Breaking the long overdue silence in 1950
With the epistles of Mahatma Gandi in the satyagraha strategies
Tightened to their waist tightly
The birth for a new era towards independence was here
Far from the perceived assumption on litmus paper to London

Newspapers of consciousness going viral like naked fire
With Nnamdi Azikwe’s Accra Morning Post
And Kwame Nkrumah’s Accra Evening News
Serving as healing catalysts for minds towards finally breaking the huge chains of colonialism
Gold Coast sub of the Sahara took the firstbite of self government in 1954
Thus paving way towards what was seen at the other side of the mirror’s reflection in (1957)…

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Nana Arhin Tsiwah


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