1/27/2011

AYEKOOO GIJ


Over the Afadjato Atlas Mountains, Adamawa Kenyan highlands,
Right to the roof of the Kilimanjaro,
A wind of tort sang your appellations,
Across the depth of the Nile,
Tangayika vibrated echoes from gorges of the rift valleys,
Through dense tropical woods of Congo basin
Whistling praise of your living virtues
In tunes of whirlwind carried on those
Dreadful light heavy clouds of storms from Saharan
Down to Kalahari.

Sphinx and pyramids revere
Accurate inscription engraved on Axum’s obelisk.
A reality of Afrika’s liberty dream;
O come, calm winds of our thoughts
Hold high your swords,
To dance away this battle of our destiny
And excite our celebration

For nurturing, our head, hand, heart
Drilling hopes of conscious reality 
Nature eulogize your supremacy,
As our hearts extols your duty
In ceaseless strings of affective salutation

Aggoo nami! Norviwoo and enuanom
Sons and Daughters,
Citizens of the realm,
Kinsmen of the clan
Remain seated, Remain standing
Your home deserves satisfying smiles
A worthy smile of admiration
A blessed smile of greetings
To cheer memorable thoughts

As memory bell tolls
Remember your day,
Five decades of nurturing
Brains that reads the time;
Eyes that sights the hidden;
Ears that sifts meanings;
Hearts that dare;
And hands that scripts;
Moulding precious dogs in one piece
To watch over the collective interest of
Mr and Mrs Humanity

Ayeekoo! GIJ for your progeny
Brags of better sight to watch
Quality listening ears,
Significant shrewd brains
Daring hearts that fires
And propels the hand to etch
Powerful historical pieces
GIJ shall be close to our hearts
Africa remembers you

Yesterday was late,
That citadel of hope
That kindled our reality
Is sickly malnourished

This bird ought to rise
This bird must fly
This flight is eminent
Our collective hold is prominent!

By Kwesi Yirenkyi Boateng
On Saturday 27th June 2009
Dedicated to the Ghana Institute of Journalism during its Golden Jubilee Anniversary

  



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