Happy Birthday Ghana!
“Ghana is almost very old”, reflected Nii my son. As a four-year-old who is now appreciating the value of numbers, he realised that sixty-two years must mean old or something closer to it.
“One, two, three, four…”, he started counting to buttress his point.
“What will Ghana do for her birthday?” My daughter added her voice to the conversation as she waited for a response.
My husband switched on the TV to the national station where a live telecast of the Independence parade was being aired.
“You see all the school children in the beautiful uniforms?” He quizzed.
They nodded in response , a look of wonder on their faces as they tried to make a connection between the TV and their question.
My husband with the patience of a saint endeavoured to explain to them the activities of the day –the parade by students and valiantly dressed security forces to the euphoria that would capture the streets of the nation in the later hours of the day.
Excitement lit up their faces as they watched on ,this time with some seemingly meaning as they celebrated their homeland’s birthday.
Happy Birthday, Ghana!