A PLATINUM ODE
Agoo!! Agoo!! Shhh!! Shhh!!
What is this that I hear? What is this that I feel?
I can sense excitement in the air.
There is music and merry making.
They chatter away with joyous voices.
In my curiosity I drew near.
Behold, there stood the seat of knowledge
Odomankoma’s own Suapon KNUST
A city within a city, built on the land of the Ashanti Kingdom of Ghana
As I drew nearer, I could hear voices
The whispers were that of praise
Praise for a mother.
Praise for the mighty oak.
The tree whose branches know no bounds
And offers shelter to all and sundry.
From the North to the South.
Continued from the East to the West.
Across the continent and beyond the seas
They have all come,
Gathered together to celebrate her goodness.
They recounted of her many exploits.
That she just turned 3 scores and 10.
The bearer of bearers has chalked 70 years.
The citadel of wisdom has aged.
Has aged graciously in admiration.
She is supple and fresh and has not lost her charm.
The mother hen that nurtures many still has a mission.
The bearer of nation bearers has not lost her passion.
Your influence on your generation is immeasurable.
I see it in your many offspring and how well placed they are in society.
Sowing seeds in their various fields of endeavor.
I know of the offspring from your first born, artists and technologists.
Of your other offspring have emerged teachers and innovators.
I am very much aware of the entrepreneurs and the socialites.
I have been told of the scientists and engineers and all the other professionals birthed.
And the excellence they portray everywhere they go.
Though you have attained the creators prescribed old age,
I know, yes I know that you are not done with us
That you will remain fertile forever,
That you would continue to conceive nation builders.
That being the sage you are, your exploits will continue to be touted to the ends of the world.
What shall I do in return for your love, what can I say for your immense impact. I can eulogize you for days unending and hail you till the rains come.
But there is tomorrow and so must words end at dawn.
I only have this to offer, a token of gratitude, a platinum ode.
Composed by: Prof. Marian Asantewah Nkansah on 22nd October, 2021 in commemoration of the 70th Anniversary of KNUST.