Deeds of the Floods
The clouds broke heavy yesterday, The swallowing the morning streets with rivers, At Mallam Junction , engines died, Submerged beneath the rising tide. Through Awoshie , the water tore, And burst right through the kitchen door. In Alajo , the currents grew, And rushed down into Dzorwulu . At Kaneshie , the roads drowned, As floating stalls were spun around. The Kasoa roads was blocked and bound, As muddy waters claimed the ground. At Shiashie , the traffic stalled, While helpless drivers cried and called. Plastic chokes the Odaw stream, The dawn awakes a broken dream. Twelve precious souls were swept away, As hundreds search for where to stay. While we sweep the mud and count the cost, To mourn the pieces we have lost. Forgive our hands for choking the drains, Forgive our stubbornness for building on waterways, Forgive us for mocking the rains. When our trash became the city's shroud, We cry in shame, our heads are bowed. And through the heavy ...
