If it rains in Georgia, it rains in Accra

Rain drops on my window 
Singing melodies of distant memory echoing sounds 

I sing along to it, it rains down here in Georgia 
And it rains all around the world 

Each line drawn, codes 
Unraveling messages in a bottle 

The rain keeps me grounded 
It allows thoughts to digest 

We have been going for far too long 
Far too long now on cross roads 

Each line drawn out to hypnotize me 
Into a world I have long forgotten about 

It rains down here in Accra 
And I feel the age in time we have lost 

I am back now on your streets again 
Almost as a foreigner to find my way again 

You have changed in so many ways 
Guess I have too, in so many ways 

I have not yet visited my pilgrim home 
Down in Dansoman where memories were first made  

In my safe place my mind always takes me there 
I have not yet visited home Datus so close by 

Last I did it was walled like a prison vaulted entombed 
So different from how I knew it to be, free as before 

Strange, with strangers living there at present 
I have not yet visited home, last I did I got lost 

It rains here in Georgia, a rainy night in Georgia 
That was some old country and western song 

Drawing nostalgic emotions out of me 
Played on XYZ fm, dial on  the end tune 

This is me, sitting in a traffic jam in Accra slow 
Each light flash on my window takes me there and back 

It rains here in Accra, it rains all around the world 
It rains in Georgia too, it rains in Georgia too 

How to sweeten the clouds

If it rains, and every umbrella 
Swings wide its span, to capture space  
Trench coats and wellington boats 


Pots of water flood canyons 
Enraged one, with frustration 
By the driver who splashes on ponds 


Misery drawn on the face with drench 
If it rains, and everything gets wet 
And umbrella's forms mask to disguise faces 


And all long for a clement weather 
Look out for the girl with the flower yellow 
And ask her to fly to t' sky to seek word with t' clouds 


Bearing flowers, as gift to please 
To say, to the clouds, hold back your tears, dear 
And do not cry, here is a flower to cheer you up!


How to sweeten the clouds 
Hold back your tears, hold back your tears, dear 
This is how to sweeten the clouds   

How rich is a drop of rain

How rich is a drop of rain, or just a word  
I am going to follow its journey, in just words 
For just a drop, how rich is its worth 


It starts on impact with a bounce on leaf  
A trickle here, a trickle there 
A trickle, a trickle gravitating everywhere 


Slowly in the middle to forms of nectar 
The birds and bees do feed on trickles  
Pollen formed from a trickle, a trickle 


A trickle bounce a' bounce, a trickle drop of rain 
To the earth it falls, to the land sipping through  
To the roots, where it reaches, with riches to feed 


And the tree that stands to benefit, blossoms bright 
Green shoots of leaves to pronounce its health
And for its wealth, a harvest of fruits, and then some 


And then some, how rich is  drop of rain, I ask, 
Forget not I drank a glass of a trickle, a trickle  
The last of it, gave rivers for the fish to swim, the sea 


The last of it, went back up, like wisdom gained  
Into the clouds to rain again, showers to rain  
Rain is a drop, a trickle, a trickle another day 

Water's Gold

I will offer you tomorrow's gold

Liquid inform that flows so aboundantly free

I will offer you tomorrow's scarcity

My Red Brolly On Strike

"You know the other day, 
Yea the other day" 
'Small talk, small talk non-sensible'

'Like I am to know the other day
How many other days past, in time past by
So anyway to humour the humourless
Indulge me in this here stories told'.. 


'I will stand down  off picket line to hear this
Away with words'; "Anyway the other day 
When rain pulled down the red shower curtains 
And left me with no towel in dry ups"


"You came to me, made me a promise 
To be my red shower cap
Then you went and broke a finger
Left spikes pointed out on danger zones"


"A small gust of wind that's all it took
Then you went and turned Judas on me
Went in side out and had me exposed
Left me to the mercy of the rain drop wash"


"Drenched to the", 'no not there', 
"Yea and all, on there, of there, in there
All wet like a wet blanket"


"Remember the other day? "
'Okay, ok case made 
Stories told, heard loud and clear'


'But to have broken my little finger 
Be bashed by the wind turned inside out
You showed no care'


'Left me,  ditched me, dropped me
In bin baskets, your shoes saw a cobbler 
And I saw the waste lands smell'


'Now you tell me of the other day 
This small talk non-sensible 
To have disrupted my picket line'


'To have broken my resting mind 
On this small talk of the other day
Now you protest on the other day'

My bRoKeN Brolly

 Rain drop, drip, drape..
Drapes, drops, drips
And then I'm drenched.. 
What to do, with my broken brolly..

Big, small, old of English,..
Flowery oriental, in looks of China ..
Beauty in colours, of Mary Poppins..
Then sometimes; sometimes in black..

Just in black..
With oak, or ivory, handles hold..
As this then becomes,  my walking stick..
My walking stick; old English, gentleman's brolly..

My walking stick
My walking stick  
My walking stick

What to do, with my broken brolly..
With hooks all off, and springs all sprung
On crooked lines, on narrow roads
In walks I take, I make,  for all to see..

In winds it goes, tumbling inside out..
With loosened spikes sharp, to be avoided..
On sliver spokes, dashed rushed pointing all out..
To sea of people, I shout “health and safety”..

What to do, with my broken brolly..
While all along, in the old Queen’s England..
Rain drop, drip, drape, drapes, drops, drips
And then I'm drenched, and then I am drenched ..

I stamp in puddles, to dance my brolly dance  
#I sing in the rain, #I am singing in the rain
And wiggle it hold, on dangling handling
Along the way, #I sing in the rain


In good old deary, rainy England..
I sing in the rain, with my broken brolly
On what to do, with my broken brolly..
Dolly, lolly, polly, brolly brolly, broken brolly