Posted by By J E SOLOMON
My name is ‘Cedi’
I was conceived in Ghana
But not born (printed) in Ghana
I had to be air-lifted to Ghana after birth
A delivery supervised probably by De La Rue
The official “midwife” for all currency births
The same company that monitored my home-coming
I’ve lived in Ghana my whole life
With virtually no international recognition
I’ve come in different colors over the years
And appeared in different sizes and denominations
I’ve always been weak and never been strong enough
Even among my local neighbors
I’m particularly weak when you compare me
Against the Euro
Or the Queen’s Pound
The Swiss Franch
The US Dollar
The Japanese Yen
The Australian Dollar
Or the Canadian Dollar
The US Dollar actually doesn’t have strength
It has always been a pretender, a bully, you may say
Always flexing its muscles
Unlike me, the Dollar is conceived and born in the US
I cannot pretend to be strong
And behave like the US Dollar
I don’t have super power status behind me
I have no warships, missiles and artillery power
Satellites and drones to flex my muscles
If I decide to do self reprints at home
The US Dollar is printed in the US
And road transported into banks
I have to be printed elsewhere
And air-lifted into my country of residence
My strongholds have been decimated
I no longer have Cocoa power behind me
The Gold and Diamond that have supported me
Have always been sold raw and cheap
When they could be processed
Right where I live, in my own land
So I can have a say in the sale-price determination
Of the final refined products
Now, the oil from the bosom of my ocean
There’s some politico-nonsense about its exploitation
So here I’m in the midst of world currencies
Still struggling to survive
In a land blessed by Nature with EVERYTHING
The GOOD and especially the BAD.
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