Pave ye O subjects,
The path for your King,
Dressed in kingly robes,
Sauntering through the streets,
Of once the Garden City of Ghana,
But now without trees and grass,
To provide nests for the chirping birds,
And shades for the sweating market women,
Seeking relief from the sweltering heat,
Emanating from the scorching tropical Sun.
There he sits,
On his Golden Stool,
Adorned in modern and antique jewels,
Bequeathed to the successive kings,
By our warrior forefathers,
Who are now all bare and crumbling bones,
Lying peacefully in their tombs,
But once a while writhing,
Like a confused snake,
Seeking the way out,
And the opportunity to inflict their lethal venom,
On any perceived enemy.
There they go,
The dignitaries and the invited guests,
In a perfect one long “logo logo line,
Filing to pay homage,
To the reminiscent biblical King Solomon,
But who is without the wisdom of King Solomon,
Even though his false advisors and admirers,
Make him believe he has,
And he so deceptively believes.
Among those prostrating to him,
Is the “Ede bii keke” President,
Of the “Ede bii keke” infamy,
Riding on a stolen horse but without knowing,
With an insignia of “Rigger of Election 2012”
Conspicuously etched on his forehead,
Bowing and saying, “Nana Ayikoo”,
Thank you for your unrivalled friendship,
That saw me become the President,
Of our dear country.
As the President approaches the King,
His fans cry out,
“Ede bii keke, Ede bi keke”
He responds in admiration,
“Yen ntie obiaa, yen ntie obiaa”
Even on the issue of NHIS Capitation grant?
That is killing the subjects of Nana?s Kingdom,
Still giggling and saying, “Yen ntie obiaa”
As though in concurrence,
His Majesty the King giggles back,
Then winks at him.
What else can I say?
Nothing, but King Solomon indeed!
Oh, modern day King Solomon.
This publication is dedicated to the suffering Ashantis.