Beauty is grand,
It is feeble,
It is elusive
And hardly, hardly,
is it ever tangible.
But it sometimes is, and it is in the beautiful park
of Boti where the male and female falls tread.
The savor of the
environment, the varied colours of the stems and leaves and branches, the
sounds of insects and mammals, the feel of the drizzle of the falls and the
temperature and the depth of what it all stands for, rise in a crescendo into
one beautiful melody,
A song of beauty, of
delight, of dreams and paradise, of
peace and of rest.
And where such
grandness stands, another wonder rears its head, the Umbrella Rock, held on its
feet by columns as thick as my hand and completely hollow.
We are a people who
are taken as peaceful because we hardly will do anything violent. Yet I
question if it is not indifference that has yielded our supposed peaceful
nature. And the place where the grandness of the Boti falls and the wonder of
the Umbrella rock come together, is a prize all Ghanaians should have been
proud of, it is amongst a few of the natural things that make us proud to
belong. Other countries that have them guard them with their lives, not just
for tourism but for identity. Yet not us.
We have littered
this inheritance with rubbish from our indiscriminate eating. We simply cannot
hold on to the rubbish long enough to dump it in a bin. We could not be
bothered.
But I ask, Can we
account to God for what we are doing to our country?
Can we seriously
point our fingers at politics as destroying our nation, when we are destroying
what inheritance we should have preserved?
What are we doing to
our country?
Yen ara asase ni
Eye abooden de ma yen
Mogya a Nananom hwie gu
For God. For Country. For Us.
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