They were ready to manage their own affairsĭ is for ‘Do you believe it’s the same Ghana?’īut A is for Answers cos we need answers nowĮlite and De-light were two innocent pieces of grammarīut today you’re e-lite if you have not been Dee-lighted Unrepeatable dreams dreamt only yesteryears In Two thousand and fifteen, this is where we’re at!ī is for Black Star in the middle of a half mastĬ is for cut, cut, cut! Cut the drama and the lights. Roger Bonair-Agard’s original poem How Do We Spell Freedom posted here and my Nigerian blogger acquaintance Ibiene’s How Do We Spell Nigeria, posted here, are exciting predates to this one that you should read if you want more after this. I wrote this response to the first and only Caribbean poem I have posted on this blog and I want to share it with you.

On Sunday, I was on air with Phillippa Yaa de Villiers and some other artistes on Citi fm 97.3fm in Ghana, reading two poems. Tag Cloud #GhanaLit Africa African literature African poetry African Poetry Book Fund Ahmed Fouad Negm Anyidoho apartheid Australia Awoonor blog Brunel Poetry Prize Citi FM death Dennis Brutus Dennis Osadebe Egypt friend Fukushima Ghana Ghanaian Literature Week Ghanaian poetry Golden Baobab Prize How Do We Spell Freedom Italy Ivory Coast Japan Just A Passerby Kenya Kofi Anyidoho Kofi Awoonor Kwame Dawes Kwesi Brew lady lass Lenrie Peters Leopold Sedar Senghor Libya life literature Long distance runner love Mandela Mogadishu Naett Negritude Negro New Zealand Ngugi Nigeria Osadebe Osundare Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali Peters Phillippa Yaa de Villiers poem poetry politics President revolution Roger Bonair-Agard Senegal Senghor Sierra Leone Sillerman Prize Somalia South Africa Syria The Mesh Tunisia Warsan Shire Who Buys My Thoughts writer writing Yemen.Exciting News: Azalia Books is changing the Ghanaian book Marketplace.Sometimes blogging translates into tangible reality – with Phillippa Yaa de Villers in Ghana.How Do We Spell Ghana? – a reading at Citi FM.I think About You, Mogadishu – The Second Part.Of Earth and the Sea, We Have Already Sung.Ghana Is No Place for Dreams – Efo Dela.

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