Ghanaian Author, Award Winning Poet Gabriel Awuah Mainoo Of UCC Mourns Jerry John Rawlings

If I could fly back once more, may I follow old fly-paths may I swoop to watch the head butting dance of mudskippers beneath your bridges. it is a sad truth about the trajectory of flight that whatever goes up must in time descend Let rsquo;s look at this without a quadrant in a dense region of chimney mist you shuffle your feet grudgingly against the turf of smoke there is no clumping, no going only the flailing swirling of drowsy limbs striving to .