Bank Note My Name

by Anna Atsu

In Warsaw's whistling trams

I'll leave my train trace,

Kigali's green hills,

My Inka moo-ing will embrace.

In Accra's heat,

My name dreams will ignite,

Johannesburg's jovial rhythm,

My heart's delight.

Parisian streets, where art and love entwine,

Brussels' musical multitude, is a treasure so divine.

Uncertain if Kyiv and Moscow will call my name,

Time w…