When they came,

They made us have no rest

Just so they can have the best

They forcely pushed us into thirst

They gave us less than the best

Leaving with themselves the rest

But what could we request?

When we were going through all this stress.

We’ll just end up gaining less

We really were blessed and are still blessed,

But what was our problem?

Our inability to dress the stress that flexed the breast of our sense and make it look as blessed as the press said.

Thanks to that doctor, we got o’er faster.

He fought for us

With no weapons in his hands.

DR.Kwame Nkrumah, We love you so much