On the Banks of the Volta - Nana Yeboaa

The river calls so strongly
Like a mother calls to her child
In my dreams, all I see is a mother’s hand
Reaching out to her child’s
My heart feels heavy and teary, crying with no tears
A feeling of loss and despair
A child lost, forgotten across the high seas
Yearning and searching for home
On the banks of the Volta life was what it was
Neither glorified nor horrified
Just what life was and awakened to life’s honed senses
I promised to shed no tears, nor curse my circumstance
I shall in prayer wait for the time
When I shall stand again on the banks of the Volta
Walk across the Adome Bridge
And settle in my heart that I am home.

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