I LOVE MY COUNTRY GHANA

I love my country, where I was born and where I live, where we are gifted to the “nonsense degree”.      
I love my country, where we have everything yet we own nothing, we boast yet we are remotely governed.
I love my country, where the resources are always on flight, where the citizenry watch while the aliens’ peg the price.
I love my country, where we are free from the shackles of colonialism, to wit we are independent and yet we are instructed.
I love my country, where like a performance art suffers from external locus of identity, where we are well only when they say so.
I love my country, where patriotism has joined its ancestors, where we are all egoistically-driven and where we morally corrupt.
I love my country, where we are paid to do nothing, where the civil servants keep demanding yet work lackadaisically.
I love my country, where we engage you not because of what you know but who you know and how they can make the votes.
I love my country, where there’s coloring of every uttered word, where beautyful ideas and constructive criticisms are either shelved or thrown into the garbage can. But of course we shout: yes we can.
I love my country, where the politicians are a farcical joke, they’re all about nothing but just looking for votes.
I love my country, where politics has eaten deep into every societal fabric, where truth is dearth but insincerity is now rewarding, even with a bonus guarantee.
I love my country, where there is always a justification for every wrong thing done.
I love my country, where we have paper experts, analyzing everything yet we have no answers.
I love my country, where we are crazily religious, where we talk God almost everywhere we go. A       country that uses the good books to admonish itself.  Well, you will be surprised because this same country is morally decayed.
I love my country, because we are directionless, marking time yet we claim we are doing well.  The classical case of the cricket being roasted to death, yet it claims it is shedding out excess oils from its system.
Why won’t I love my country, when we have about 26 million coaches, each with his or her tactics yet we don’t have trophies?
I love my country, where we all complain everything is bad but when someone tries try to do the right thing, the same people call you names and say you are inhumane.
I love my country, where our leaders themselves ought to be led. They are blind, and we closer to a ditch.  
I love my country, which is run on the media, we talk loud on policies but do little in reality.
I love my country, where the same people they vow to protect are the same who are often hurt: the ordinary.
I just love my country, where the preachers are richer out of the sweat of their members. They keep talking about money, tithes and given to God. The real message however, is getting people to God which is relegated to the background.
Of course I love my country, where after people perish we see all known and unknown good commentary on the issue. They say, it should have been this or that but I keep asking, where were you before that. Hmmmm...
Oh yes, I do love my country, where else do I have to go? Bad or good, there’s no other place like home.
One score and a half of a dozen have I lived and have seen all these take and still taking place.

PIUS AWENNALA ATIIRIMBEY