Twelve o’clock midnight
Asantewaa had started labour
Tossing and hissing
Amidst sighs of anguish and pain
Six o’clock morning
Still expectant and very anxious
With the sex of the unborn baby
Still unknown and wishing it is male
Twelve o’clock mid-day
The only male of Asantewaa
With Obama ears and Chinese eyes
Entered the world with style
Six o’clock evening
The fragile, boneless baby
Opened his eyes to the world
And smiled because it was beautiful
Birthday memories about me
As told by my mother to me
Is still fresh in me
And makes me special
(July 14 2005. On my 20th B’day. Awoshie-Accra)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem