Roaming around on the streets of Lagos,
To the streets of Kumasi
I can still hear her laughter
Daa ga, don’t mind them
She would say
Roaming around the streets of Accra
To the streets of Alexandria, Virginia
I can still hear her voice
Daa ga, don’t mind them
She would say
I can still hear her voice
when I am gone
Take me back to Anloga, Avume
I want to rest with my uncles and aunts
She would say
when I am gone
tell old man
add some cloths, shoes and some coins for my journey
The rosary and the art work you gave me
I still want to see Kumasi, Accra, and Alexandria
I can still hear her laughter
Daa ga don’t mind them
Tell Agama lizard, I will miss him
Tell Abby baby, I will miss her
Tell Big Daddy, I will miss him
I can still hear her laughter
Daa ga don’t mind them
She would say
In memory of Beatrice Afi Dzameshie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem