For My People

Welcome home. I’m on an errand today. My people said to leave them alone. My folks said to leave them out of your nonsense. Your grandparents also sent a message. Nana Yaa asked that you come get the phone you bought her if that’s what is stopping you from actually coming to visit. You know Agya Mintah doesn’t say much, today he too had something to say. In fact, I should have written everything down. There was enough for everybody. I am trying to put all of it down at the moment. You should have been there. You should have heard them yourselves.

So, I went by your Auntie’s provision shop, hmm, or at least what is left of it. She claimed you didn’t even come by to greet when you last came to town. Apparently, you are ashamed of them. She sold her only kente and gave your mum the proceeds when you got accepted into school. Now that you are employed, you say they are lazy that is why they are poor. She says thank you. Master philosopher. She, who goes to the farm everyday tradition permits her to and opens her shop every night, is lazy. Yoo. Ayekoo!!! God bless you.

My own Auntie Yaa Tonko deԑ, she claimed she wasn’t going to say anything, she let us watch our Ultimate Paradise, Inspector Bediako and Sports highlights she didn’t understand saaahhh in her living room and never said a thing. Today God has blessed her and she has got her Kumkum baghya and veera we say noo. It is shameful. Eei!! Twi is shameful. Or it is the Indians. Anaa, ԑyԑ both. You people no ara na you watched Rosalinda, Esme-whan-whan and all the others no ah she could even tell it wasn’t the obroni talking. Ԑnԑ deԑ mo se shame. Shame on motiriso. If the dorsum of your hands ԑnyԑ mo dԑ ah, it is never like your palm ohh. Yoo!!!

Auntie Afia Animah said so if she had died ahh, this is what would have happened in her absence erh. Obaapanyin’s funeral is barbaric and primitive. Eii. Ԑnԑ mmeranteԑ ne brͻfo akԑse. She says this walking stick deԑ she will throw it away na it’s too late to cut it short. Aah!! yԑnnoa no sԑn na ambene. So, you have abandoned all the sense she taught you and swallowed those books instead. Between, she, who birthed your mother’s mother, and those books, who knows your history?? Hmmm. The path crosses the river, and the river crosses the path ooh!!, na, we created the path to find the river. Never forget.

Nokware nkoaa, they are not lying. Eii!! Na if it wasn’t for the tree, would the ropes have ever seen the skies?? They are talking to you no, you won’t listen. Later Kwasi Broni will teach you to be pan-African, then you will go there and disturb them with your plenty questions. Obiara ntomago yԑ na ade ooh. Yoo. You wait, for them to come and take everything and resell them to you. Sԑ saa ara na mo pԑ??