Opinions of Saturday, 27 March 2010

Columnist: The Royal Enoch

Enough Of This Tribalism Nonsense

I saw you moving when I was at a stand still

You pointed your finger at me with a grin

I called out to you-brother

Please can you spare me a pesewa

You rolled your eyes and moved on in silence

You shook your head in utter contempt

You came back minutes later to my surprise

You asked me where I was from

I told you that I am a Ghanaian just like you

But from which tribe-you asked

I am Asanteni-I replied

Sorry I can't help you then

I am Ewe and then you moved on without regret

















I came to you in need of a job

They said you were looking for people to employ

I showed you my qualifications and other skills

You looked at me impressively

I see that you are very good-you said

We sure could use someone like you around here

You walked into your office

And came back with a pen and a contract in hand

You asked me where I was from

I told you that I am a Ghanaian just like you

But from which tribe-you asked

I am Ewe- I replied

Sorry we can't help you then

I am Asanteni and then you walked away in silence



















I saw your daughter with her beautiful self

Flaunting her stuff for all to see

Perfection in an imperfect world

A sight for sore eyes

I know that most men would die for her

But only I dream of a life with her at night

Perhaps my feelings for her are mutual

But who knows what is in a woman's heart

I came to you asking for her hand in marriage

You asked me where I was from

I told you that I am Ghanaian just like her

But from which tribe-you asked

I am Akan-I replied

Sorry we are non Akan-you said

And we only marry our own kind

















I came to Europe with a pocket full of dreams

I was going to be this

I was going to be that

I was going to make somebody proud of me

I never saw myself in terms of creed

I never saw myself in terms of color

Until the color of my skin became a problem

My tribe couldn't buy me respect here in Europe

My tribe couldn't get me a decent job to do

Here in Europe they couldn't give a damn where I was from

To them I was a Nigger

A refugee in need of help just like everybody else