And it is called Dum-sor.
In Ghana,
Having lights is a bliss
And a rare moment of happiness.
Light is like life
You only enjoy it once
And when you have it,
It's short and inconsequential!
So much that
We have all forgotten that
There was once a day
When we all were enemies with generators
And we fumed by the noise
It made.
And we have grown to accept the very noise
That made us lose our patience.
The synth made by generators has become a status.
He who is rich is one who makes the most noise
For as long as possible.
Darkness has a sound in Ghana
And its musical instrument is the generator.
These are the dark days in Ghana
Mosquitoes
Have even taken the place of the church choir
And each night
They sing us a hymn to raise our blood pressure up!
Three days later
One suffers from malaria
And its treatment comes at a cost
While we sleep on the bed
Watching our business go down the drain
Because it has become expensive to run our business.
This is the hymn
Sang when the lights go out.