The typical Monday morning will not cause you to surmise
What occasion brings reason for hustle amidst a baby's cries
At twilight, a family gets ready hailing the new hour in white
And a bundle of joy comes ferried into sight
Then at 8am, the smell of newspaper, the Graphic - so fresh, so bright
The rush of school children has gone before; the latecomers get the bell's fright
The mothers commence to head out in order to make the home
The market calling out their names
Unless, of course, they wish to bring to the table their own
As the fathers do the same
Porridge from the North, a novelty at the corner
"Koose" announcing presence in a whiff
In the other corner of the ring, Hajia's waakye
Mind, wallet and stomach argue each other stiff
Public Transport begins pumping into town mankind
Rush hour becomes the private car owners' dread
For traffic and antics don't prove as so kind.
Rerouting or walking look wiser now instead
10am, Accra Central beats with rhythm so alive
"One-one cedi" is the shoppers' drive
99.7 makes the "trotro" jam for joy
Peace comes with 104.3
Makola cries all the more
But this is the morning and many display their wares
Industry for the day is far from due.
For the sun is gradually on the rise now
Shedding light on the marketplace, the office and the maroon-coloured school
Weekends introduce the sound of the broom
And pots and pans clanging in each door
It is the workman's rest and the children's bane
Saturday comes along with the chore!
Sundays offer a more hallowed approach
Akin to Fridays' feeling in the "Zongo" air
For these days mostly the homes are empty
And many go where God is mostly there.
This is a portion of the sunrise
Which greets the Windy Bay
The rays of sunshine
That greet Jamestown fishermen on their way
A hint of the yellow beam
That greets tourists on Oxford Street
"Good morning it is the top of the hour...", the usual greeting on the FM beat
This is the initial rhythm of the homeland that gets people on their feet.
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