By John Asagba
Pugilistic and commanding words, lobbed across the Atlantic to muzzle and subjugate the Black Star in red, gold, and green.
A son of the Black Star, seeking wisdom, turns to Nkrumah’s mother, Asaase Yaa, through libation, calling for enlightenment.
Her words echoed with fear yet resilience: “Child, life is like living in Brussels, where one sustains many bruises.” And with her breath and blessing, she fortified him with the 1992 Constitution as his shield and argument for the playground battles ahead.
He returned, armored, to declare to colonists and their allies: “We are the ones entrusted with strength, muscled and chiseled like the gbostu, echoing Sun Tzu. The 1992 Constitution is our sun, our kinetic energy. Stay away from the sun, for only ‘The Nutsu’ resides there, our Constitution, our yardstick, not your crown. Clowns!”
