Snow in The Tropics

Awuku:Probably yes

You:Not so sure, you are thinking

He is the black fellow

Who lived down the block

Awuku:Which one of the blacks

You:Kwaku Du we used to call him

Awuku:Oh! my old pal

You:Then delete him from your friends’ list

Awuku: Oh he is not suppose to be back so soon

You:Well then so soon he came
          Because he left his passport at home

You:I heard he is in town

Awuku:From where

You:From overseas

Awuku:Then he must be a good swimmer
             To have swam the whole sea

You:Well, not that of a good swimmer I know of
                      Because he walks in a pile of clothes

Like we are in December

The weather is changing nowadays too

He says he kwaku Du

Has learnt the ways of the white man

So his household shall suffer no more

His little stay has opened up his eyes

And his goods are on the sea

And will soon arrive

And his people shall dress up like the white man

         The sun is so hot

Yet Kwaku Du and his house

Are all dressed in heavy clothes

Probably the sun is now

The snow in the tropic

He is infesting the young

With his diabolic ideas and ways

Family wealth invested in him is a waste

Came home and made fool out of the elders

He now walks and receives hand waves

May be just to say he is a good swindler

The family has waited long enough

For the goods on sea, but nothing to show

Excerpt for his brief case.

A case now has been made for the younger brother
Pra to better the hopes of the family.