I remember these horrors.
|Our Akan tribe of bravery discipled warriors
younger though stronger.
I saw members of family leave for war
and never return.
Somehow I felt happy knowing we would
feel hunger no longer.
Somehow I recall anxiety always knowing
we could burn.
My youth prevented me from many dangers.
Then I was one.
Seemingly a prisoner, I was made
In my homeand we have corruption and
not much freedom.
In Ghana there are troubles yet
the troubles make us happy.
And laughter makes us free!