Mama, Akwei dadi may not be the National Anthem
But, like a bell it tolls,
Chiming like a joyful rhythm in the mind of them!
Who by your outstretched arms and unstinted palms,
Have come to know the meaning of love
Pure and comforting like a soothing balm.
Mama Akwei Dadi is their song, a cord binding their grateful hearts to you, Mother of the nation,
Who on several occasions
have taken to the road, In search of succor,
lLike a chief scavenger, who must tend the flock
heart beating,, eyes supplicating for them,
Their true avenger,
Pen dripping, your words soliciting for them.
At 63, you’re elegant, yet an emblem
A beaut, yet a beacon
Of hope, renewed
With much grace imbued.
Happy birthday, Mummy.