The “Resentful Ghanaian" Pandemic

Its slowly creeping and knocking at my door.

It wants to infect my sanctuary.

I forbid you.

I rebuke you.

I feel a wave of exhaustion,

Firstly from physical exercises from having to move here and there, for the sake of finding that special place.

And then from opinions I have had to digest day by day.

About how there is no hope.

“Oh Ghana dier no, no, no.”

“I for lef Ghana.”

I try to gather optimism.

But this time its slipping from my hand.

I need to exercise a firmer grip every night.

To keep the untarnished beliefs about Ghana and I intact.

So my love for my country does not grow cold.