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• The Dignity of Vision
  By Rev P E Adotey Addo

  To Ghana our hearts and souls belong, our dreams of old and new.
  Your sacred grounds receiving our libations as you did our mothers and fathers.
  Hopes never faltering while heeding the wisdom of the ancients.
  The sacred drums will beat as we feed from our mothers’ breasts
  While our fathers nurture our visions old and new against all odds.
  With perseverance, trust, honesty, keen foresight and compassion
  We pledge our commitment to a prosperous and brighter future.
  So watch over our tomorrows until you claim us back again
  Lest we forget, lest we perish.

  Dedicated to The Ghanaian Students @ Cornell University Ithaca New York.
  On The 49th Independence Celebration of The Republic Of Ghana March 4th 2006. All Rights Reserved

  22 March 2006, 9:16 am

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• THIS PLACE CALLED HOME …By P E Adotey Addo

  Sometimes my memory corrodes my mind
  But there are parts I know it cannot change.
  Sometimes I may deny past the hour of dawn
  And like a migrating beast, they fly away.
  Why is it so difficult to forget?
  Perhaps these are just partial images passing through.
  Where I once lived, someone lives there now
  But I have to be strong to fight these images
  To keep fragments of my childhood place.
  So soon so little will be left
  And I shall be alone.
  But shall I ever find myself alone
  Wondering if it had ever been
  This place, this life
  The memory makes it difficult to forget.
  But like a pail of salt water left in the sun
  It evaporates and melts away
  Only to leave a white powder
  That tastes foul to the tongue.
  This place, this life, Kukuhill

  Rekindled Memories Of Home..ByRev P E Adotey Addo

  Maybe it is about not wanting to let go.
  These floods of memories
  About places and times and such.
  And without a delete bottom,
  They are for ever being rekindled.
  Perhaps these tortured memories are an assurance
  Of those places and people and times and such
  Had indeed existed and not misleading.
  These rekindled memories.
  But there is no comfort in them
  Without the smiles that touch my soul
  To welcome me home.

  22 March 2006, 9:19 am

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