A walk from Accra to Kumasi,
Like the night of the long knives to switch over;
Night, Knight!
The hills and the fears are one;
But, you've impregnated a lady already!
With just three months of your stay in Accra.
A walk from Bawku to Yendi,
But your friends skipped classes and drank in excess;
However, i went along with my studies!
Because, those who claim to know much today are,
Those who are aware of how much they don't know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem