Seeing the half-naked
Kids
Dance-walking
Down the street
To the kiosk
In that corner
To buy try-your-luck
Balloons
With their faces
White from
Their morning baths
Is what this season is about
Catching the boys
Toss knock-outs
Under Grandpa’s
Old rickety car
At dusk
With their mismatched
Slippers and
Oversized shirts balled up in the back
While they run for cover
Not knowing
Grandpa has seen them all
Is what this season is about
Turning on the TV
And hearing
A local choir
Sing Hallelujah Chorus
In discord
Dressed in old robes
Yet smiling through
Their almost
Sorry performance
And so you care not
That they
Sing it wrong
Because their aged faces
Are so jolly
Is what this season is about
The ringing out
Of Afehyia Pa
And the cheerful
Hope-filled
Afe-nkɔ-mmɛto-yɛn-biom
We hear all around us
Though the year
Had not been
One long sweet dream
Is what this season is about
So it is when we march up to
Where one road ends
And another
Unknown path
Begins
That we,
As one people
Stand and wait
Eager for the new
Saying in our hearts
May it be good
It is what this season’s about
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