Nana Kwame Nketsiah


The Jingles From My Childhood - Poem by Nana Kwame Nketsiah

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I still remember the jingles of my childhood
Run, run, run there is a fire on the mountain
Such sweat melodies that never brought bad mood
As my mum would always send me to the fountain

I still remember the jingle of my childhood
Pampanaaaa, were I used to run and hide
In those pitiful dark places in my neighborhood
Before my dad calls me out to wine and dine

I still remember the jingles of my childhood
An hwe weytsere oo obi ba oo, as my head feels drowsy
As if the drunkard's pot was the only thing I lived on as my food
Though when I return from such voyage my mum would show no mercy

I still remember the jingles of my childhood
Were I meet my sweetest love
We used to play mum and dad
On those very hot afternoon


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Apparently i have forgotten so many jingles from my childhood. hoping to remember more

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2012



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