By Joe Wylie
When I have to quit the countryside
To come to the city in search of education
Because no attention is paid to my village
In spite of the hut-tax my people pay
From year in to year out,
May I ask one question?
Am I a precious jewel?
When education is not free
And books, uniforms, and school fees
Are more than I can afford
And I live in New Kru Town or Old Road
And there is no bus to get me to school too,
May I ask you again, sir;
Is there anything precious about?
When I have to starve daily because I,
A self-supported student,
Cannot afford a bag of rice,
When some of my starving brothers get
Jailed and killed because they have
To steal to escape death from starvation,
And you there, with your arms folded,
Saying or doing nothing about it,
Just building huge places
While million bellies go empty
Am I your precious jewel?
When you give me, free of charge,
To Western capitalists
To make their super-profits
Which you share with them,
Making you rich while I,
Whose sweat produces the wealth,
Remains impoverished and ignorant,
Think not that I am stupid
I am not your precious jewel!!
Copyright © Joe Wylie
September, 1978 – All Rights Reserved.
1978: From Siahyonkron Nyanseor’s Archive.