The drum brought me home. A home I was born into. A home I grew up not knowing what it will be like. Smiles were what I saw already. Happiness as a kid was a motivation so I grew and wanted to always be a part of them. They might have called us many names but we still stand out anywhere we find ourselves. The world might not have heard of us but I tell you it’s just a matter of time. Follow me as I take to my root, Northern Ghana.
The likes of maize, yam, and other crops keep us going. From maize, we get what we cherish as much as food. Sagim is the delicious food that calls us anywhere we go. Our traditional smocks which is a decoration no one can change. When I move two steps forward and one backward, a round move and you will see the beauty of it all. The tradition which keeps us together and United. The tradition will always be something we will refer to as past questions. This is the north. They call it north but we call it home.
The red roads hold our memories. The memories of our plays at night. Our warrior training helped us grow. The nightwalkers were part of growing up. It allowed us to socialize, make friends and find our purpose. It wasn’t just a night out, but a time to reflect and show happiness. We meet again at night to have fun and learn how to grow. Salima (Story Telling) which held the myths of our land. Through it, bit by bit we learned our culture. We learned many hidden histories that we will pass through generations. North, where my heart lives.
This is the north. The light I have always known. Try and visit us one day. Come see the texture of our smocks, feel the air in Harmattan, see the land and appreciate a flat and wonderful land, and see the hut rooms and where air conditioners started. There is a whole lot of adventure here. Do your best to one day come see for yourself. This is the north.
This is north, I welcome you all.
