Think You've Driven on Washboard Roads? Come to Ghana, my Friend

Ghana Roads

Roads, you ask!

Do we have roads?

Why, we've got roads and roads and roads.

Big roads, small roads,

Tiny ones too.

Long roads, shorts roads,

Old and new.

Roads with asphalt, smooth and straight

Roads of dirt that make you late

In getting where you want to go

And rock you, rock you to and fro.

Roads that take you to the city:

Accra, Cape Coast, and Kumasi;

Roads to villages near and far

Like Akotokyir, Bonwire, Wa.

Roads that go right to the sea,
Roads to school and university;
Roads to take you to the market
To buy some FuFu or a brand new carpet.


In Obuasi you can find
A road into an old Gold Mine
Round and round and down you go
No speeding here, you must go slow.


In Mole there's a special track
That's traveled daily forth and back
Not by folk like you and me
But by Elephants both large and wee.

They stay together large and small
And papa bull he counts them all
And leads them on the path they take
To play as families in a lake.


Sometimes our roads get pretty rough
And take a toll on weaker stuff
That cannot handle jolts and pitches
Over ruts the size of drainage ditches

Sometimes the road ahead looks dandy
As sweet and clear as sugar candy;
You drive along just half asleep
And hit a pothole two feet deep.

Some days the roads we ride are good
And treat us as they know they should
On other days the roads get funny
And break our cars and cost us money.



Oh, I could go on endlessly
About the roads of our country
I could prattle but don't wanna
You'll just have to come to Ghana!