THE GOOD OLD DAYS
Gone are the days we stayed in the college
On the brown earthed neat floors
Reading the books all night at Katanga
Our troubles were light.
Gone are the days Katanga would yell and scream
So we would each fulfill our heart most dream,
And be ready for all life had in store
To get the A's and beat all others.
Gone are the days we jumped the walls,
Swinging in tune to the moving night beats of Bantama
When after the rains we rushed to the dining hall.
And all smiled with happy bountiful yields of "Adwete"
But time caught us and raced ahead
And our primal race just about stopped dead
No lights out, No P.I.P, No O-Square gardens, No roll call
Memories are all we have of our pleasant past,
Memories which would a lifetime last.
We parted, dizzied by life's zig-zagged ways,
And gone indeed are the good old days.
Ebenezer Wireko
Freeman House
