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A wind of gratitude is waving River of love is dancing, exhibiting wonderful styles whiles meandering Cloud of commemoration is drifting. All to say ‘’ayeekooo’’’’Osagyefo y3 ma W'amo’’.. The throne is set, come and receive a panegyric You are a relic in our memories Posterity will always judge in your favor A man of wisdom and valor. You fought covertly or overtly for then progeny's emancipation That fight had made us a proud generation. Your were the torch of your mother, Your contemporaries can't gainsay. Your foresight laid the foundation for your mother's future. You started building the walls that projected your magical plan's picture. Your confidence was willing to leave no stone unturned Alas, nature sent you to the urn. Great dreams stuck in the skull If you can hear me, speak through a necromancer. We have missed the great voice of an orator. Even if your phonetics can’t do, let us feel through your kinesics We will love you until our hearts are no more Your mother will remember your sacrifice until she closes her memory's door. You indeed are a founder. We salute your charisma. Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, ‘’mo ne adwuma’’ ’’S3 3nn3 y3rehyir3n s3 nsroma’’ ’’3y3 wo mm)denb) ntiaaa.’’ We respect today. Because it is your day. Osagyefo Dr Kwame Nkrumah ’Mo mo mo’’ We salute.

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