Koi, koi, koi… the knock came again
Light yet piercing
A dispensable knock
All nerves of me could discern the footsteps
Habitually, it has adroitly licensed itself
Like a malignant lump sheltered in the epidermis
Survived a countless apoptosis
Launching itself as the Upper Volt’s *dumsor
Indeed, an alter ego
It had saved me the great task of success
And wrapped me against the maniac of freedom
Nay friend, not today
My knobs will not turn to welcome you today
My hand may play the Judas Iscariot on the morrow
Just, not today
My name has been called
To the stage of fame
Where I get to bury my shame
Woe, my arse warmth will not forsake the bench
The louder the name, the fiercer the knock
It is now or never
Says the icy eyes on me
Now you would do as Mandiba did
*Robben, Pollmoor , Vester to Glory
Or forever a corny
Yes, I will do as Mandiba did
Robben, Pollmoor , Vester to Glory
Shaky steps yonder to steadiness
Steps and Knock gets inverse
Steadier and fainter
I made it to the stage
The majestic moments like a mirage
In the moment, it was dawn
For a wafer of knock, moments unlocked
*Dumsor: A twi word, meaning on and off, use to describe power outage in Ghana
*Robben, Pollmoor , Vester: The three prisons Mandela was kept before South Africa’s freedom
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