On the west black hill, stood a house
rich in wealth, health and sheath.
Flowing from its bowels were innocence and peace
So, a generation called it the Gold Coast.
‘Silk-stocking and a virgin House’
Its neighbours chorused.
Its fragrance travelled on the wings of the wind
alluring to strange kingdoms of the white womb
and with their stretched magnetic hands,
tied their umbilical cords to the house
breeding a sea of greedy tenants.
Soon, abloom, white-washed
and white it remained for years...
until it withered, wizened and waned.
But, oh, thanks to the day of rain
when the Osagyefo flower sprouted
through the petrichor.
Pronto, cross-pollination.
Alas, freedom germinated on 6th March.
‘Freedom, Freedom’
The nightingale sang.
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Gloria Baffoe Nyame is a wordsmith and a law student. Creativity fuels her soul – she paints, plays with words, and loves everything art. She's into Christian fiction, creative writing, and academic writing. Some of her works includes “Love for the Dead Man”, “Wheels of Life", “The Eagle that Cannot Fly”, “Fingerprints On Our Hearts”, “Anna Goes to Africa” and others. Her writing explores life's depths with a touch of faith. Art, faith, and words shape her world.
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