I cannot perceive my past,
Neither can I behold my future,
Yet my heart will go on,

The native doctor has cast
An evil spell on my gun,
Causing poverty to become
My greatest confidant,
Yet my love will go on,

She has left me
For the energetic farmer,
Indeed, he who has corn
Has no problem owning fowls,
Yet my heart will go on,

Nature has frown
Her face in darkness,
Whiles the sky is
Weeping in tears of dim stars,
Yet my love will go on,

My dead palm nut tree has
Decided not to reproduce
Tasty palm wine any longer,

Knowing very well that
My gourd is extremely thirsty,
Yet my heart will go on,

Life has been cruel
To my youthful teeth,
Having no pity for
My taste and sight,
Yet my love will go on,

The cruel Gods have brought
A great calamity on my land,
Causing my rain drop to
Hold its peace indefinitely,
Yet my heart will go on,

The Aburi mountains are
Lying flat on their bellies
Whiles the Shai hills are

Looking ghastly at my pains
Yet my love for Frimpomaa
Will forever go on.


© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: nanaspeaks@gmail.com