Kindergarten taught
me the National Anthem
And my right hand has been feeling my left breast every
time I heard my teachers say "The Pledge"
So it was only
natural that I miss that lecture, run to the TV room and just
"wedge"…
The heat in the room
just painted a picture perfect Daniel-Shadrack-Meshack-Abednego representation
of what I was taught in Bible School
It made me wonder if
it was a taboo to bath to avoid this pool of sweat…
I could swear
90minutes under this temperature was either illegal or could bake a full bread
But somehow the
patriotism of the anthem sent chills of goosebumps through my body, pardoning
the unbearable heat..
If you were outside,
you would think it was the smell of an unsual type of bushmeat
These Burkinabes
were particularly unromantic in sight
I couldn’t get used
to Bance's face with all my might
And it became
obvious he had the same frightening effect on our defenders…
Vorsah tried all he
could to match his terror by dying his
hair yellow…
But it a bitter pill
that even Macaulay Culkin couldn’t swallow
I pity my fingers
now because I chewed all the nails that decorated it…
Wakaso gave us
something to smile about whiles Bance made them dance…
Asamoah Gyan oh
Asamoah Gyan… His name is enough to express my pain but I thought the wise
said, "No Pain No Gain"
With the referee
being just a confused catalyst
But alas! It was
"Yahy3 y3n" part 3&4
I wonder where Keche
were when it was time for "Sokod3"
For we become the
"bayla" in Burkina's trap
It was unbelievable
when the referee said it’s a wrap
But I guess Naija
was lucky to miss us…
They were scared as
ever…
Because no matter
when we bow out, its GH now and forever.
We are Champions and
the world will remember us forever.
