Opoku Ware

Opoku Ware, Opoku Ware Mensa.
I just overhead your friend Gyantua in a conversation with Yaa Gyedu
I can’t believe you are returning to this village and I Boaduwaa don’t have first hand notice
May be you wanted to surprise me

Opoku Ware, Opoku Ware Mensa
I know you never liked me mentioning your  name in full
But have you forgotten?
Unlike poles attract

Opoku Ware, Opoku Ware Mensa
The very moment I heard you had arrived
I jumped into my beautiful blue skirt and lovely white top
That which  attracted you the very first day you set your eyes on me
Briskly, I moved towards Yaa-Dua, your mother’s house
But before I could walk past the gate

Opoku Ware!
I saw a beautiful fair woman right in front your door
With her legs crossed and nose all up in the air

Opoku Ware Mensa
Did you go to the big City to make money or to fetch beauty ?
Because you always described beauty as less melanin

My heart skipped and my jaw dropped so turned back
But that nail
That nail in that wood
That wood in front of your house
It got hold of my skirt
My beautiful blue skirt

It tore my skirt and it cut my skin, my beautiful melanin skin
But that is not what hurts me Opoku Ware
My torn skirt or cut skin is not what hurts
What hurts Opoku Ware
Is my torn heart
That is what hurts