While you roll in noble duvets,
And saw logs into the morning,
In magnificent buildings,
That pose elegantly,
On fine rocky hills,
The mats of your subjects,
Float atop flood waters.
Mother Earth is dry now,
Creating an illusion of normalcy,
But remember,
Remember the rains will come again.
You! Yes, You!
While you continue to litter,
And choke the drains.
While you build on waterways,
With the consent of the officialdom,
Who trade their Authority for envelopes,
Remember the rains will come again.
Good job!
Engineer-in-chief!
Engineer himself!
You dishonour your métier,
and build jokes of drains,
You and the Cut-eaters,
Ate the entire food,
Meant for the baby.
Clap for yourselves!
Remember the rains will come again.
The rains are on break.
Certainly, it will be back.
To continue work,
To nurse and heal the Earth,
Make way for it,
Get the hell out of its way,
Remember the rains will come again.
We dread the coming of the rains.
The rains! Water! Life!
Yet, ‘bread and long life’
Is in every prayer verse.
Mother Nature is indeed a Mother.
How else does She take this?
Remember the rains will come again.
The rains will come again,
With the singular intention to bless.
Is it impudence or ignorance,
That makes you sit in its way?
In its wrath,
It will eat you up!
The culprits and the innocent alike.
Hence the dire need for this fight.
Remember the rains will come again.
The school is littered!
Imagine that!
Yet, you dare point accusing fingers,
As if you did not make us.
On your walls,
You choose to scribble:
“Speaking vernacular is prohibited.”
Vernacular?
I mean, who Indigenous Languages kill?
Remember the rains will come again.
The temple dwellers,
Explain the filth!
The filth,
After a religious activity.
Goodness!
You profess undying love,
To the Creator,
Yet you destroy the creation.
Remember the rains will come again.
The voice of the people.
You are distracted already?
Are you on break with the rains?
Don’t hibernate the campaign!
The disaster is at work,
Scheming punishment for our misdeeds.
Revamp the campaign, now!
Remember the rains will come again.
The guidance body,
There is work to be done,
Ensure the work is done,
And done well,
And always remember! Yes.
Remember the rains will come again.
Amenuveve Agbitor [Grace Agbitor] (21st century) Ghana
Source: Writers Project of Ghana, Journal of the Writers Project of Ghana, Vol. 2, No. 1. January 2024
Originally published in the “Daily Graphic” of 23𝑟𝑑 March, 2023
And saw logs into the morning,
In magnificent buildings,
That pose elegantly,
On fine rocky hills,
The mats of your subjects,
Float atop flood waters.
Mother Earth is dry now,
Creating an illusion of normalcy,
But remember,
Remember the rains will come again.
You! Yes, You!
While you continue to litter,
And choke the drains.
While you build on waterways,
With the consent of the officialdom,
Who trade their Authority for envelopes,
Remember the rains will come again.
Good job!
Engineer-in-chief!
Engineer himself!
You dishonour your métier,
and build jokes of drains,
You and the Cut-eaters,
Ate the entire food,
Meant for the baby.
Clap for yourselves!
Remember the rains will come again.
The rains are on break.
Certainly, it will be back.
To continue work,
To nurse and heal the Earth,
Make way for it,
Get the hell out of its way,
Remember the rains will come again.
We dread the coming of the rains.
The rains! Water! Life!
Yet, ‘bread and long life’
Is in every prayer verse.
Mother Nature is indeed a Mother.
How else does She take this?
Remember the rains will come again.
The rains will come again,
With the singular intention to bless.
Is it impudence or ignorance,
That makes you sit in its way?
In its wrath,
It will eat you up!
The culprits and the innocent alike.
Hence the dire need for this fight.
Remember the rains will come again.
The school is littered!
Imagine that!
Yet, you dare point accusing fingers,
As if you did not make us.
On your walls,
You choose to scribble:
“Speaking vernacular is prohibited.”
Vernacular?
I mean, who Indigenous Languages kill?
Remember the rains will come again.
The temple dwellers,
Explain the filth!
The filth,
After a religious activity.
Goodness!
You profess undying love,
To the Creator,
Yet you destroy the creation.
Remember the rains will come again.
The voice of the people.
You are distracted already?
Are you on break with the rains?
Don’t hibernate the campaign!
The disaster is at work,
Scheming punishment for our misdeeds.
Revamp the campaign, now!
Remember the rains will come again.
The guidance body,
There is work to be done,
Ensure the work is done,
And done well,
And always remember! Yes.
Remember the rains will come again.
Amenuveve Agbitor [Grace Agbitor] (21st century) Ghana
Source: Writers Project of Ghana, Journal of the Writers Project of Ghana, Vol. 2, No. 1. January 2024
Originally published in the “Daily Graphic” of 23𝑟𝑑 March, 2023
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