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The growing day has Handed over the doyen To the dawning evening, Yes, it is the Responsibility of the Father to make the Sacrifices for the son, Ask the son to wake up Early on his soul day, In preparation for the ceremony, For Ntikuma has exposed Kwaku Ananse once again, Perhaps, it was our fault, For Boakye Danquah has Gone to the village without a cause, Now, sprinkle the divine water From the calabash, Three times on him, Oh yes, on the son, And ask for the Gods blessings Right after the libation, Indeed, anyone who does Not know the drums or horn Message of his chief, Gets lost in any dispersion, Joseph Boakye Danquah, The true father of Ghana, We are debtors to your soul. II Who is this father? Ask him to use the three Fingers between his thumb And the smallest finger To smear the mixture of white clay On his forehead, chick and wrist bone, For Boakye Danquah has Gone to village without a cause, Ah, Boakye was born In the period where The stormy rainfall causes Small ***** to abound, Hmm, the nations have drunk The water of affliction And have eaten the Strange bread of adversity, Was anyone there, To quench his throat? Was anyone there? To drink his blood and sweat? Was anyone there? To witness this transfiguration? Indeed, the horns cannot be Too heavy for the head of the cow that Must bear them, Joseph Boakye Danquah, The true father of Ghana, We are debtors to your soul. © PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI Email: [email protected]
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC
THE BETRAYED DOYEN
The growing day has Handed over the doyen To the dawning evening, Yes, it is the Responsibility of the Father to make the Sacrifices for the son, Ask the son to wake up Early on his soul day, In preparation for the ceremony, For Ntikuma has exposed Kwaku Ananse once again, Perhaps, it was our fault, For Boakye Danquah has Gone to the village without a cause, Now, sprinkle the divine water From the calabash, Three times on him, Oh yes, on the son, And ask for the Gods blessings Right after the libation, Indeed, anyone who does Not know the drums or horn Message of his chief, Gets lost in any dispersion, Joseph Boakye Danquah, The true father of Ghana, We are debtors to your soul. II Who is this father? Ask him to use the three Fingers between his thumb And the smallest finger To smear the mixture of white clay On his forehead, chick and wrist bone, For Boakye Danquah has Gone to village without a cause, Ah, Boakye was born In the period where The stormy rainfall causes Small ***** to abound, Hmm, the nations have drunk The water of affliction And have eaten the Strange bread of adversity, Was anyone there, To quench his throat? Was anyone there? To drink his blood and sweat? Was anyone there? To witness this transfiguration? Indeed, the horns cannot be Too heavy for the head of the cow that Must bear them, Joseph Boakye Danquah, The true father of Ghana, We are debtors to your soul. © PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI Email: [email protected]
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC
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