THE CAPITAL CITY
I
looked, I saw and I conquered
But
maybe I expected too much
Yet
I marveled at what I saw
Through
a glass mirror
Expert
or not I do appreciate
The
beauty that lies within
A
land so full of people
Busy
with life’s businesses
Entangled
in the earth’s struggles
The
bustling life of the capital city
With
its struggling hustlers
Managing
to live through the ordeal
This
city is the heaven of the rural man
Galloping
on the grounds of a better life
Full
of white collar jobs and nice women
Leaving
behind the forests of cocoa and yam
But
they find in their dreamland
A
new episode of rumbling city life
Where
squatters and hawkers scout
For
a new abode to lay their heads
The
dawn rises in the city
Waking
it from its slumber into life
A
dawn as beautiful as the sunshine
A
mixture of colours so wondrous
My
City Capitol may not be the best
But
it is just beautiful as it is
Even
the hustler understands
That
there is no place better to be
(c) Osei Owusu Emmanuel
Dedicated to Esther K. Appau, Priscilla Gyamera (Jamaica) and Leodina Steele-Dadzie
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