LADYBOY

Ladyboy
Are you not under the umbrella of pressure
Having to hide your he in clothes of a she?

II
Ladyboy
Do you not feel the pain of your cracking ego
When you lie beneath for a pounding
Hounding your rear hole?

III
Ladyboy
Even with lubrications
Your rear might have altercations with pain
Oh is it the rule of pleasure parceled in pain?

IV
Ladyboy
Don’t you mostly feel like a toy
Having to act queer to steer
When some fem craves you in a kingly stool?

V
Ladyboy
I know insensitivity has crept into this ink
So punch me not with your sour wits
These questions can just hang on the ropes of my curiosity
So go on and shake those buttocks
Raise your pretty fingers to throw off those non existent hairs from your face
Lilt your voice to seduce your target
And leave this inquisitive ink to dry in no-attention
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 23, 2019

TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO KNOW

Tell me
Tell me what I need to know
Break the ice of secrecy which burns my heart’s core
Please tell me

II
I can’t tell you I saw you lovingly kissing her lips
I can’t tell you I saw how you happily unzipped her zips
I can’t tell you I saw you skillfully unstrapping her bra
So annoying how she cunningly called you “Braa”
I can’t tell you the goosebumps that grew on my skin
As you dug deep into her to fetch her scornful mourns from her whoring in
I don’t know what pains more
Her happy cries or your proud cheating?
Her taunting beauty or my starved bed?
Whatever it is, do tell me

III
This chirping bird in my mind can work my hands into harm
So tell me, even if you hide under the cover of her charm
My chest has climbed jealous mountains higher than Afadjato
Still, it runs up and down in fury with no tired traits
So tell me
This face which pretentiously smiles
These hands which with a little shiver serve
These legs which move around
All call for your head
So tell me
Leave not my mind to host dialogues of veins
So tell me
So I can fold my mat and leave your hut
Hearts after all are like boiling water
Once they are taken off the fires of bad love
They simmer to cool
So please tell me
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 3, 2018

THE STATE OF FATE

This is the state of fate
Where every second hang foot-wears and paths
For naked and blind feet to step into
Knowing nothing that awaits
Not thorns nor sticks
Nails nor smooth roads
Trees nor shrubs
Rains or sunshine

II
This is the state of fate
Where every day holds spectacles for unsuspecting eyes
Who like blind folks wear what is to be worn in a higher script
And play parts on stages which arrested their control
Long before their births

III
This is the state of fate
Where own will was colonized before conception
Beautiful lies!
Handsome deceptions!
Pathetic boldness!
Slaves in a make believe apparel of royalty!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 25, 2019

BEASTS IN FLOWERS

Only a devil will push his tail in a nation
Forcefully
Only a pig breaks into a temple to leave prints of dirt
Happily
Only a coward chases to have what is not theirs
Possessively
Sit, take out your consciences
Polish, clean out the monstrousness
And put them back
If you can’t, just cut that tail
There are tailless ones who leave this earth unstained with blame
Think, rethink and choose
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 28, 2019

APPEALING FOR MURDER

There is a cave deep down this mountain of chaos
Sewn with stones at its entrance by the thread of greed
In there are tears of the broken
In there are the songs of those dumb by fear
Therein lie the youth of troubled children
Oh in there lives the hope of the poor
Their pride hugging their humanity there too
Please, send no vulture to tear the thread of the stone
In spying if they still live
For they have been there too long
That their owners have already performed their funerals
Too bad their dignities also live in that cave
Making their mourning a public affair
To the happy eyes of they who left their consciences as skilled guards
To the precious parts of my beloveds
They who revere in their own strength in hunting humans
And taming them into their faithful dogs
They who are protected by the famished barks of the hungry
Loved by the blind sight of the lost
Worshipped by souls who have lost touch with discernment
And so their perverted laughters walk the street and roam the caves
Butchering maimed souls

II
Send no hawk in spying if the precious parts of my beloveds liveth
I fear they’d also see the hopelessness and come back
To hunt their chicks
Who are born dishonoured
Send no ant in spying too
I am afraid they might find a little hole to crawl therein
Stealing in bits bites to save for their rainy season
Just send your sword to relieve their necks of the burden of carrying their heavy heads
Heavy heads filled with mounds of tiredness
Sand of shamelessness
Mountains of unrecognized hard work
And sealed with skulls heavily built with metallic manipulations
To believe what once was as what never was
And what is as the norm of chains necessary for ghostly freedom
There will be no blood for a blood bath
So worry not Mantsɛ
You know they’ve all been drained and replaced by diesel of religious dementia
So they will fertilize the land
And the happiness will be in seeing the lords hunger like slophs
As their untrained hands rebel in working
Their currency-pampered feet demonstrate in moving
And their egos cry their fall from crowns to their own feet
End this eyesore Onukpa
And let the land die to live
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 22, 2019

TO THE POINT OF GUILT

This space
This space beyond fear
This space drained of tears
This space with no claws of penury
This space where different colours of freedom pimp my ride
This space opened to curiosity of carelessness
This space where arms of start-overs stretch
This space debtors slip off to their far falls to a never rising end
This space where ropes for my roboting cut themselves loose
This space where all paths of deceits are blocked
This space where mirrors of pity are extinct
This space where true independence befriends
This space where no eyes hang on skies of superiority
This space of no restrictions
All opening up to a fondness of your gone
Drives me to a point of guilt
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 18, 2019

MY FIRE

Not every bee around honey is its producer
Some look to steal, acting among
Not every raised hand is for praise
Some are up to act as trap cues
I can see the mischievous fans
Hiding murderous intentions in fanning
While parcelling love with smiling
Oh you fake fans!
You can try all you can
But the air to kill my fire resides not in your fans!

II
If my fire were yours to take out
Your sweats wouldn’t need to shout out
Your wrists wouldn’t need to think bouts
Your eyes wouldn’t cry to red out
Your smile wouldn’t brighten to crack out
Your strength wouldn’t rebel to die out
Say what you may
Eyes of your dark record your struggles

III
It is laughable you know
Strong trees have connived with bored air
To get this fire out and failed
Storms have flirted with seas
To get this fire out but failed
Typhoons have acted foxes to try their luck but miserably failed
Tsunamis have broken seas, killed many important fishes
To get this fire out but oh so failed
Do you think your common fan can out
What its heavenly superiors failed to?
My chuckle hides in sympathy for your pain
Oh I hope frustration tears not the veins of your sanity
In my chase

IV
When I fall looking at you, it is out of my charity
To see you at least feel better
But these bones malleably made will never die in a fall
Not your fall
So fan a whistle with killer rumours
Fan little fires in dry grasses under my care
Try to block my angelic air strengthening my fires
And see if your fan catches not fire
To lynch you out

V
I am fire only the Lighter can quench
In own day and time
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 15, 2019

FEAR

If there is a fire that lights the path of mistakes
Surely, fear is its lighter
If there is a wire that electrocutes dreams in pregnancy
Surely fear constitutes its positives and or negatives
If there is a chair in hell
Pushed thither in swiftness
Fear surely has a hand therein
For farfetched fumblings felt for forced fainting is
Feasibly fenced by fear

II
It hovers
Hovers around wishes like dogs
It hovers
Hovers around hard work like famished lions
It hovers
Hovers around success like untamed monsters
It surrounds
Surrounds will like prison for hardened criminals
So break free

III
Don’t you?
Don’t you want to open that fearsome gate of your fear
To see what lies within?
Don’t you?
Don’t you want to walk across the threatening fire
To see what lives
What lives and breathes so guarded?
Don’t you?
Don’t you want the freedom of cuffing fear and throwing it
To the jeers that you pursue?
What will be the worst in your trying?
Even death is a cocoon of freedom
Fenced tightly by daunting fear
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 27, 2019

CRACKING THROUGH (For the depressed)

Winds of confusion snake through unseen corners of minds
Throwing dust on enthusiasm in the darkness of loving eyes
Breaking dignities and will to live
All the while working from within to without like a bomb in a living being
Without showing signs on bodies
So let’s beware
II
Look beyond smiles
And listen through the fine
Care for the supposed cared
And speak to cankers hidden miles within hearts
Take walks with shining stars
To squash lonesomeness hidden in reverence
Hug unreachable souls
And seek some help from psychological experts
Pray only for faith and let God help experts work to save bodies
We need to be alert like hunting lions
To protect our own and help us live
To help us live
Live with each other to our lives fullness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 9, 2019

THE AMMUNITIONLESS WEAPON

Aminata thought and thought
Is she to give her youth to this brown leaf
Ready to fall off the tree of life
And watch her green Musa in another’s arms?
The thought brought shivers down her spine
But which weapon of a mouth does she have
To stand on the battlefield of parental war
To reject Mba Salifu, her father’s chosen?
Marry she must but a plan must save
So she did think

II
The night saw no sleep as she all of it planned
From beneath to the top
Swinging to flinging
Doggying to standying
Fucks after fucks after fucks after fucks
Mba Salifu thought it adorable at first
Then skeptical, then frustratingly fearful!
His home became his hell
Always tiptoeing never to be caught
To be sexually flogged
For there were no mornings in Aminata’s dictionary
She knew not the heat of the afternoons
The serenity of the evenings gingered her on
And the thrills of the night energized her
She was like a bull overworking her master

III
Wɔi wɔi wɔi wɔi wɔi wɔi wɔi wɔi!
This young lady can push this old tree down the tip of death’s cliff
“I must free this bird so I can peacefully sleep on my bed”
And so it was
In a week plus its second subordination
Blaming his ill health for a parting
She led her like a lamb
Home to the bosom she cherished
To be able to blossom together
Aminata’s mischievous smile hides her answer today
As Musa still questions how she did it
A kiss clears his thoughts always
She will never tell him
She will never tell him about the ammunitionless weapon
Which secretly fought the society and won for them their love
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 3, 2019

THE BARE BRUTALITY

(Written at the Genocide Centre in Kigali)
There is a bitter taste in my mouth
Sitting here
Here, where spirits of innocent Tutsi’s fight back tears of their loss
Here, where their few leftovers go and come
Like struck sheep
Still knocked out by degrading shocks
Even after years are nearing their thirty steps
Only my fingers obey my thoughts
My mouth refuses to open

II
What is this?
Hands of brothers acting on voices of sisters
To murder with clubs and machetes and guns and ropes and fire
As pious rivers were forced to soil themselves by swallowing the innocent?
What brutal forces forced grown men
To throw children like unwanted fruits
Against walls to be horribly deceased?
What deadly seeds grew that anger
Which made sane men hunger for blood of their neighbours?
Which deadly waters served an unquenched thirst
To a point where men took the dignities of women in eyes of carers and
Planted AIDS to germinate bitterness and disgust?
What horrid pills drugged consciences into deep sleep
To create a mess that makes many weep
Just so some egos could dust their needs?

III
I am torn
Torn in pity
Torn in annoyance
Torn in minds oh so vulnerable
Torn in hurts
Torn in pain
Torn in manipulations oh so insane
Torn in bitterness
Torn in shame
Torn in pieces of climbing shocks
Torn in tears
Torn in fears
Torn by years oh so bonkers!
Weeping for my Africa slashed and butchered
Raped and gunned
Spit on and burnt
Slapped and hanged
My Africa nurtured as brutes and made to work
To dent a history
A history of love!
My Africa whose breath still works even through the torment!

IV
I pray for a border to stop the bother
And a sanity to cancel insanity
I pray for happiness to burn the pain
And a peace refreshner to kill the rage
I pray for a haunting to chase farmers
Of cruelty of us against our ours
I pray for immunization of this hellish genocide
For love to thrive in place of hate
I pray for baits knotted by mischiefs
To turn around to bite hands of their masters
I pray for us to guide our ours
And kill our hunters so known as sires

V
Never again must this rope stifle us into shedding our greens!
Never again must those machetes
Butcher our fathers and pierce hearts of our brothers!
Never again should we be compelled
Like impoverished merchants
To buy bullets for our firing!
Never again!
Never ever again must we turn penises to rape our women and unright their fate
Never ever again must that dark drown our blackness with its beauty and dignity
Tribe never defined but refined and must so sit to better us in dynamisms
This scar will forever be but must actually remind us
To be soldier ants
Guarding our safety through brotherhood and sisterhood and motherhood and fatherhood
Long live Rwanda!
Long live the continent!
Long live the Africa who has seen and felt it all!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 7, 2019

THE PENSIONER-TODDLER

We are here
A stop from the suppression there
Like the lost freshly liberated
We are here
Knowing not what is fair
Like a set of fowls in hungry-hawk-city

II
We are here
A hop from the crying square
Like bloodied and maimed warriors
We are here
Still fumbling and walking bare
Like toddlers

III
Through storms of hurricanic dollars
The cedi battles
Through fits of political schemers
Our peace wins on tickets of democracy
Through tornadoes of academic manipulation
Our scholars soldier on
Isn’t it great that we are under our loving umbrella
Whirlwinds before storms before tsunamic corruptions?
Oh we are loving
Loving through it all
Our memories acting as temporary slates
Our dense problems always fading like sick entertaining jokes

IV
Today let’s celebrate
Kente on Kete
Fugu on Jera
Skilled muscles on agbadza
Mmari-ntama on ahenema
As fufuo and abɛnkwan wait on mastery stomachs
Tuo and ayoyo wait on warrior intestines
Ampesi and abomu wait on skilled teeth
Ɛtiw and mfantse-mfantse wait on brave throats
As akple and fetri-detsi look forward to smooth rides through happy throats
Forget not the nsa-fufuo
Nor the pito talk less of brukina and lamugin
Oh we’re so winning so let’s so celebrate!

VI
We know we are pensioner-toddlers
Biting ourselves where it hurts
Mishandling our flowers of development
And squashing fruits of our success stories
But we’ll figure all out
And get there
There
Where sense stubbornly dwells
We will adorably get there
Through dreams and hurts
As fleas or eagles
As dogs or lions
We will figure it all out
As we journey through
Just as Gold Coasted us into Ghanaians
For we dwell on freedom
And ride on justice
Long live Sikaman!
Long live Ghana!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 6, 2019

A HEROINE’S WELCOME

Mark it
You, you and you
Who have used my most precious thing
As tool to shoot my pride
Your hands will clap at the rebellion of your heart
Soon, very soon
When the world asks that you stand
To give me a heroine’s welcome

II
Mark it
You, you and you
Whose teeth jubilate at my fall
Your smile will painfully be fucked in mouth tearing
When I stand there
There
Where the spotlight felicitatiously shines
Making your smile imperative
I can’t wait to see that smile that digs bile in your mouth
As you give me a heroine’s welcome

III
Tell them
Tell he, she and they
Whose tongues happily wag at the storms
Which robot my dance of shame that
Soon
Very soon
Those tongues would be forced to carry my best parts
And hawk to convince the already convinced world in a buying
Just to feel belonged
In my heroine’s welcome

IV
Tell them
Tell he, she and they
That my sun has risen under these clouds
Oh tell them
Tell those legs helping hands to wake the sleeping
To see the pain I wear
That a moon hurries to this darkness
A sun waits to replace it when it works and tires
And when it finally appears
All yous giggling in twos
Will rise in a painful ovation
Yes, a very painful ovation
To give me a heroine’s welcome
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb. 21, 2019

INSENSITIVERS

“Eii w’ayɛ fine o
Wo body no aba kama”
Whatever parcels of meanings you hide
In this sentimental showdown
I’ll have you know
That I didn’t fetch an angel from my land of pleasure
To label him burden
Unfortunate are the years of toil
Unfortunate are the years of struggle
Unfortunate are the years of emotional trawma
But if a real victim lived amidst the horror
It would be he who fought hard and exited grandly
He whose real foods were bitter pills and herbal drills
He whose real water were smelly concoctions impossibly undrinkable
He who was more than a lab rat for certified doctors and fake prophets
He who felt the thunders of seizures and storms of many sicknesses
And had his body on high fires of fevers more than half of each month
He who battled thrice paralysis and won
Worked like a bull by physiotherapists
He who tried hard to box language in actions mostly without success
And lived with the frustration
He, who I summoned into reality to live in suffering

II
So I’ll have you know
He was not to blame
He is never to be blame
Blame must never walk out of your mouth alongside his name
No implications must be sent to my ears no matter how well parcelled
Laying of blame certification lies with me only
And I boldly say
The real blame lies on sickness
Which burdened him more than I
This weight could be stress of letting the self go
After losing my most precious part
So shut it!
You insensitivers!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 16, 2019

ON BEADED WINGS (18+)

On this beautiful day, I come like a knightess, to defray your pickle
Oh be in the mood for a tickle
For there will be a suckle
That will call for an enchanting wriggle
Summoning many an amazing giggle
So let afrukuto, all-fall-down, azuikoto, som-ma-me-nyɔ with patrikotum mingle
And shame days that documented you a single!

II
Prepare beads to beautifully sing
Flying on many a jumpy but cuddly wing
Making sure interest, enthusiasm and goosebumps bring
There should be no difference between loving and a fling
As passions form in forms of a queen and king
Leave all the fickle in tickles around giggles on a beaded wing

III
Let fate write your bait
Freeing all tied and murderous hate
For your loving slate long fixed this date
Open the need-pores of a gate
So you can bliss create with your mate
To reach the station of your orgasmic state

IV
On this day
All actions must say
All lonely nights must merge to lay
To make a historic satisfaction hay
To cross out many a painful waits in past may
To, like angels arriving in heaven, feel a welcoming okay
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb. 14, 2019

Photo Credit: Google Pics

FLAMES

Expectations hide in this day
When hearts hide wishes dreamt about in telepathic conversations
Maybe Valentine needed bars on his emotions
And not his person

II
There are those who wear beautiful handcuffs applauded
By society as crowns
Hiding fountains of tears caused by deceptions unmentionable
They may be paraded but with their hearts silently in grinding machines
Why many eyes in watch somersault in envy is still a mystery
Maybe the unhave’s excitement blinds minds of hearts

III
There are those who chase after those chasing after naughts in trousers
Or skirts
Their realities hiding in bottles which knock them out in pity
They call it unfair but to the world it is square
Unfortunate are those whose halves are in wombs of tombs
Red painting sadness in daunting loneliness

IV
There are those whose knees are rebelling
Against their tasting of hard floors in submission
For partners far from the praying premises
Their lonely beds sympathetic but without locomotion to help in the search

V
Yet there are those who have them in line
From Kwadwo to Kwesi in their different shapes and sizes;
Like a rich man’s child with interest in toy collectibles,
Well timed in gift submissions and outing appointments
Agyawaadwo!

VI
Still there are those who carry themselves on pans for sale
Mercies for the lonely and perhaps the unloved
Unfortunate are those whose rivers of clear happiness
Have been muddied because of poverty
Their only makeup hiding in days where Valentine
And his gifts are long forgotten

VII
Thankfully, there are those like stars lighting themselves up in the dark to glow
Needing none to flow in self appreciation
Whatever you are
Whoever your heart calls out to
However you hope
It is one day out of many
Which deserves no commotion
The nation of love is built everyday until breath parts body
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 14, 2019

EXPECTATIONS

Give me a stone and I will see the glaring message
“Heart of mine, trip all you can, I will be here to catch your falls”
Give me ordinary sand and I will smile at the sweetness of thought
That says “Even if we turn dust, this heart will you belong”
Even the stinking end of food will communicate love staying potent even in filth
But it seems I am only one, living like an anachronistic prop
Unneeded in this nation of love
Days are peeling decorum and appreciation
Off the surface of Cupid’s possession
Showing the bones of greed where flutters used to dwell
When souls bind
Gifted nothings are given meaningful somethings
And kept in hearts for years to dig smiles of remembrance, gestures rule after all
But now, flowers are met with frowns
Their happy outstretched hands of meaningful gestures
Flawed by their wilting traits
Handkerchiefs whose beautiful significance of wiping tears
Keeping clean in cold
And wiping dirt off significant others
Are given tags of inexpensiveness
How did living in the country of love become so costly?
How did it turn mines to be dug by seekers of gold?
How did we get here?
We need self checks before we end up throwing away hearts
Ready to die in our steads because of blinding glitters
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 14, 2019

ONCE IN A LIFETIME

Overflowing
Blood of hearts merged and urged by fate
In there, everyday models Valentine’s deeds
Harvesting laughter in serene happiness
Many are in the embrace
Eating from the plates of love with the fork of contentment
It makes me turn Michael Bolton’s tune into a question
Are you the one he sings of for me in
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one love you find
Just once in a lifetime?”

II
What am I asking for?
A heart with a heartbeat of trust, care, tenderness and determination
What am I giving?
A heart with a heartbeat of trust, care, tenderness and determination
What am I hoping for?
A she and a he
Turning into a we
A me and a you turning into us
So I am asking again
Are you the one for me in Bolton’s
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one love you find
Just once in a lifetime?”

III
What could a we do?
Dance under naked skies
As stars and the moon sing melodies just for us
Fingers laced to stand strong in winds and storms mischievously cooked up by life
Shoulders readily available at every forming of our tears
Hands readily holding when the earth’s slimes trick us into falls
A walk together to the end
So please answer the question
Are you the one Bolton sings of for me in
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one that you find
Just once in a lifetime?”

IV
If you are
These hands will never let you go
As libations will be poured on prayers
For all trees to whisper through winds, their prayers for us to stay together
All birds will lend us the strength of their wings
To get through the most difficult of times
So please come clear
Are you the mine in Bolton’s
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one that you find
Just once in a lifetime?”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 14, 2019

Credit: Michael Bolton’s “Once in a Lifetime” chorus was used.

TIME TO COOL OFF

There is nothing wrong with a break
After a tsunamic life shake
After all, it takes time for scared fishes to travel through rivers
Back to their sea after explosive shivers
So you in the mirror, take time to cool off

II
Eyes close take time to open
After a whirlwind
As its dust takes time to settle
Even breathing still races at its pace before simmering in hearts
After a run
So you in the mirror, take time to cool off

III
Be in no hurry lorry to settle your painful storms
Sit in no worry to drain sad flooding in your overwhelmed heart
Be reasonable and wait for the heat to evaporate
From that heart boiled on fires of hurdles
For a human is a complex machine which needs time to cool off
After overworking its emotions
So panic not, do take your time
Enough time to cool off
You in the mirror
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 20, 2019.

TO THE GREAT DAGBON

There is no ingenious cultural counting
That Sikaman will undertake
Without your number up the charts
Your beautiful fugus on your lovely leather foot-wears
Your beautiful skins worn on your humble floors
Speaking of bravery unseen to all eyes in meet
Your fierce and baffling tongues
Which leave foreigners in lost realms
Oh your many perfect crafts; from baskets to amulets
You sure are unique

II
Only few dots disconnected your perfection
Dots which have now been pieced on strings of peace
And I hope they’d stay that way

III
Oh there is no beauty in a royalty sitting in innocent blood
There is no prestige in climbing royal ladders through many corpses
There is no love in a blood painting on huge stages
The world watches, wanting to see the stamp of aggression
But shock them

IV
Shock them
By smoking the pipe of peace
Holding hands in a barn of protection
Shock them
By singing songs of togetherness
Even through the obvious separations
Shock them
By laughing at your readings and learning from your hurtings

V
Slaps destroy maps for our journey into development
Sticks burn wicks of respect in our needed aspects
Guns break barns of our beautiful histories without needed mysteries
Fires burn our wires of cognition in following eyes
Ropes murder our sanity in the land of our consciences
So let’s do away with those
Replacing them with the tool of dialogues
And the sword of pens

VI
You are so capable of keeping your dirty linens in locked washrooms
Unknown by outsiders
You are so capable
Of raising your youth with worthy examples
And reaping their awesomeness
Let Dagbon dress in peace and dignity
Love and harmony
As the fugus fly floweringly amidst your beautiful many dances
Long live Dagbon!
Long live their peace!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 19, 2019

THIS HOME WE WILL ALL GO

Heads buy thoughts from many sources
As to how it is beneath, ha!
Untrusting, fearing, praying
Souls shiver in spirits which scare bodies
But we know the trip is imperative
No matter our standing

II
I know death is an animal unseen
That whose teeth tire not in chewing
That whose hunt never fails
That animal who lives in a country which has never seen hunger
Talk less of tasted drought
That animal who knows no labels
And has the ever working trap of invisibility
But even he sits for praises in shedding human tree of leaves
To pave way for the new

III
I would rather it is like a python
I can’t think of its teeth touching bodies
I would rather dreams are foreshadows of a nation in death
Where we will see all, but uncertainties shake their heads
While nodding
Making it difficult to be sure

IV
I pray we all meet
No matter how big its stomach
To live through hugs reassuring
To love through our immortal trust in happiness
To laugh though our arrival times unsync
You green ones plucked even before your yellowing browns
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 19, 2019

THE ME OF YOU

Don’t you know me?
Pluck the sun to see my face
I am your future
Waiting patiently for your present as it comes through your past

II
Don’t you know me?
Buy a moon to look very well
I am your final back
Which would be seen by all
No matter the faces you may have shown

III
Don’t you know me?
Bribe the thunders
To hold lightning for a while in my view
I am the end of all your legacies
That which awaits your blame or blessings
That which prays for your footprints to stick in the latter
That very one who cheers
As she waits for the final baton
To speed from our body to myth
So walk well the path as I work our celebratory maths
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 18, 2019

DEVELOPMENT HOUNDS

(In honour of our fallen Tiger Eye journalist Ahmed)

You there wake the one napping there
Let him wake the one snoring there
So we can stand here and wailingly shout
Don’t ask what about
Haven’t you heard about the loss of a touch in this muddy sea we live?
We are shouting to the blood of ancestors who Bosiakoed themselves
Hoping we’d live better
We are going to wail to the restless spirits who hover in regrets
To hold safe our freedom of expression
Taking wicked bigots to the firing squad
Sanctifying mental warlords loving stupendously
Their reigns of power
And chasing voices of liberation into barns of fear
Locking them with huge padlocks of greed

II
We can’t be saddled with pox of poverty
And worry about our mouth pieces being infected with intimidatory dumbness
We can’t be scratching dwiibadwiibaa of corruption
Only for our eyes of hope to be removed
With knives of threats

III
We need the fleshless bones that fear no fall
To stand up to the conscienceless heads that fear dirt loss
We need the weeds out in order to tend to the needed plants!
We need the filthy rivers redirected
So we can clear our only sea hosting and feeding us into generations

IV
They can start with slaps of self awareness!
Then punches of mental fixation!
Then kicks to free the numbed pain veins
Which make it impossible for the their rotten teeth to feel the hurts they inflict on their own selves
If nothing works, they should seize their breaths in ancestral prisons
To clear our paths into tarred roads
To aid our growth

V
How can we be stumps forever
When rains of blessings fall from our sky in their seasons
Into our blessed loamy soils
Feeding our blessed roots?
What will be in our keep vault
When our drinking tanks have been replaced with baskets
Hidden in our many pored earth?

VI
So help call them to come
So we start the wailing
To draw our ancestors’ attention
To the imminent death of our little freedom
To avoid a future of mourning our only torch
Which leads in our days turned nights
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 17, 2019

YOU’VE BEEN ATE A LION’S EATING

You’ve been ate a lion’s eating
Your pot licked clean like an asanka of a famished seer
Even the veins in your womb have been drained of blood
Which shares your hope to other parts of your emaciated body
Why won’t every child come sensely vacant?

II
You’ve been ate a lion’s eating
No wonder your bones of failure
Precede your little flesh of freedom
How will milk in your breast not travel
Through dubious tunnels to be suckled by children of over ambitious schemers?

III
You’ve been ate a lion’s eating
Oh see how the pain makes you immobile
Sitting like simpa panyin as your exploiters
Dig your gold in the shine of your eyes
Moaning at the pleasure of your aiding leisure
And thanking the chains of your imprisoned mind for their treasure

IV
You’ve been eaten a lion’s eating
You’ve been licked a dog’s licking
You’ve been chewed in absurd kissing
Oh mother in whose womb the rains of need flood
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 17, 2019

I OWE YOU NOTHING

There is a laughter building up in the grounds of my stomach
Laughter which needs thousand voices of lionesses
To bring its intensity to ears
Whose mouths are shamelessly asking
Asking for a family building when they know
I just arrived from a war after losing a castle
A castle which was bombed after a fierce and long struggle
And I thought they’d know better

II
I owe you nothing!
Nothing at all
Not my pleasure and my time
Neither my winking nor my tickling
Not an announcing belly talk less of a tiring weakness
Neither an expected cry nor an honouring suckle
I so owe you none
Nothing at all!

III
I have taken the reigns of this horse I see in the mirror
This horse ridden by opinions into unions which bore nothing but pain
I have taken the reigns of this chariot
This chariot which carried more burdens than it could take
I am taking my time to wait for death’s call
Attending to cravings of delicacies hitherto neglected
Attending to yearnings of travelling left in past skies of fantasies
And gathering drops of pure laughter to use as makeup
When hidden challenges punch in unexpectedness
I owe you nothing, you and I know
Nothing at all!
So stop pestering!
You nosy trouble makers
Whose footsteps vanish after your handiworks!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 16, 2019

WISDOM

Educate your root to groom its tree
For the tree will in turn groom its flowers
And the flowers will bloom fruits in the grooming

II
A strong foundation is the trusted seat
Of a good building
So dig well with best pickaxes
Clear well with best shovels
Mix well the foundational mortar
A good blend of cement of responsibility, sand of respect, stones of care and water of love

III
Many empty vessels roaming in the name of beings
Would have transformed better from their fragile spermatozoa
After meeting ovaries
If these basics were solidified
So groom well your roots
And be sure to strengthen your foundation
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan 15, 2019

I AM A WITCH

I am a witch!
Yes, a witch!
That witch who flies on the broom of hard work
Through canoes of the night
Paddling with rumours of the bored
On rivers of the covetous
Hoping to reach the sea of success
Without your sweats of bother
So hide not in calling

II
I am a witch!
Yes, a magnanimous witch!
That witch who attacks with claws of kindness
Heads filled with guns of hatred
In baffling shadows of keen watching sunlight
Excelling in hard tests in classes of unseen teachers
So fret not in my addressing

III
I am a witch!
A very shameless witch!
One who murders wickedness with vampire teeth
In beautiful hearts in surgery beds of hope
Dripping with blood of love to charm the indifferent
And singing devilish songs of praises at my soul winning abilities
Am I not a super witch?
So why hide in calling?

IV
Call me in dignity and show your reverence!
Kneel in a call and bow in politeness!
Serve my every need and be my every feed!
You have made me superior to humans
And so I deserve the stool of your heads!
Lest I kill all who dishonour my super powers without mercy!
I did come well! Ɔ-baa-yie-foɔ!
So why shouldn’t I ride in my queenly palanquin while your eyes shiver?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 13, 2019

MENZGOLD OR MENZZERO? (Crazy Stanzas)

There has been a huge rain of evidence
Spelling FACT in bold
Of the rot that pilolo as myth in this nation
What does it take to buy the land?
Stamps of high stools bought by currencies without solid roots!
Pictures of first personalities whose camera is set
By fundings whose stem dazzle to blind at the sight of rotten roots!
And you call this a nation?

II
There is no way tree tops won’t know the plans of naughty birds!
There is no way the grounds of the wicked
Will know not his steps even through a tiptoe!
There is no way a danceable sound can come from Fontomfrom
Without skilled hands or well shaped sticks!
If you hear a moooo, know it comes from a cow!
Oh so praises bought with rot eventually stales to stink?
Nana o! Nana nieee! Ɔkronfoɔ no wɔ he?
These two are separated by just a thin line!
It is funny, how money bought appellations of handsomeness for a normal name
Which now stands naked with a dumpster hole
Receiving curses with tears
Over-stored urine of anger
Fecal rots of insults
Painful reactions of suicides
As security eyes of millions look through even needle holes for his body!
Tweakai! Agyawaadwo!

III
How did this Jesus example pull through this modern time?
Hailers turning jail callers? Oh Judas and the cocks! Chai!
This time, look out not for an awakening of redemption!
Just ask the right questions of the how
How did this come to be?
I will say greed used as bait on mousetraps of bought validations!
From Dumas to Buari!
Vicker to Dumelo!
Stars have brightened a stinking deal to milk many dry!
Shame on you!
Shame on us!
Shame on he whose bigger plan made fools of more nations than two!
Shame on money!
Shame on fame!
Shame on intelligence whose biggest formula
Flaws many an elites in revered seats!
See how many wear masks of shame like badges of honour!

IV
We now know how easy highest beings
Can fit into pockets of the ordinary!
Nyantakyi! Bɛgye wo boɔ ɛ!
We now know all twinkles brighten not in fair shine!
Seeing as apopobibire has been mistaken for a well maintained lawn!
We see how one man has bought skirt of disgrace for our nation’s grace
Yet we sit as though we know not the stench of corrupt farthing!
Aniwuo nie!

V
I clap for the genius
Who can get another face
And live in our midst like one without blemish!
I clap for his deeds which have made a statement
Of how wealth ignores even shouting facts!
Now let us all use our little fingers
To touch our rears
After staying without bathing for a whole week and over
And smell it
For we made it possible!
Possible for NAM to make us ɛnam on his ridiculing meal!
So our canes must go for those in our mirrors
Looking deeply into our eyes!
Look not just for him in far and near
Look for him from within
Within you who are tickets for every corruption
Through trains of bribery in your deep pockets!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 11, 2019

MODELLING UNSEEN PAIN WITHIN

I look at the grieving me in any mirror
And see the monstrous horns of horror
I think about the remaining you in the cold
In between the teeth that earth crush in fold
Then I remember I was told
There was a concrete with cement sold
To the mouth of the earth through the cold
Still I think, will you be served to the moth
Who will enjoy you with a ketchup of rot?
Always at that point, this your earthly maker, feels caught
And extremely tortured by fear that conscience bought
From even the least mistakes that contributed
To your transformation into the dish of death
Then she detests her legs for stepping on the earth
And her body for riding on its legs
Knowing you are in there
Oh this is so unfair!

II
Cruelty is missing a dear
Whose voice you can never hear
Though the distance is only six feet deep
Deep loving’s machete is definitely heartbreakage of parting
I am butchered in so many pieces
Pieces of disdain
Pieces of insanity
Pieces of fretting
Pieces of regretting
Pieces of hurting
Pieces of stressing
Pieces of disbelief
Pieces of psychosis
Pieces of hate
Pieces of bitterness
Pieces of blame
Pieces of begrudging
Pieces of God taunting
Pieces of loss
Pieces of self pity
Pieces of slugging
Pieces of devastation
Pieces of cursing
Pieces of pleading
Pieces of praying
Pieces of fear
Pieces of tears
Pieces of the clumsy
Pieces of burning
And pieces fighting for calm
All beaded and adorned on the bones of this ghost
Which parades the me which hypocritically lives like an unharmed
You are in my blood
You are so in my veins
You are engraved in my bones
Carved deeply in my heart
Hanging as a huge portrait in the chamber of my mind
Never ever to be forgotten
Kwadjo Opoku Ahwinie!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 31, 2018

NOTHING MOTHERING ALL THINGS

I have been following your mythical silhouette to find its owner
Living like a leaf carried by air in the sky of uncertainty
Anger mixes frustration and disdain
As something seems like anything
All in the can of nothing
But then again
Nothing is the mother of all things
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 10, 2019

WONDERTROPIS

We have crossed the seas of wonderment
To the shores of no surprises
Overlooking waves of bizarre shocks whose lost electricity
Have turned bubbles, foaming tongues of the ever licking waters, flirting with sands
And succeeding only to open and close onlooking mouths
Without waking any sound from their belly beds

II
This is an era where relationship experts hide foot rots of hurts
In socks of personal relationships in shoes of secrecy
This is a realm where he is no barrier to a she and vice versa
This is an era where perfectly happy and parading teeth
Hide behind nosy tongues in a bite
Protected by aiding lips
All on heads made functionless by ropes in the agony of suicide
Leaving fanatics dry with unanswered “how comes?”

III
This is a realm where the robe of celebrity
Is painted with many surprising colours
The colour of vulgar fooling
The shade of horrendous stupidity
The brightness of tactless blabbering
The darkness of no decorum
The deepness of no respect
The chaos of picking on others
The annoyance of supporting the wrong
With pornographic embellishments on costly stages

IV
This is the era
The era where scammers hold the keys to doors of academicians
The era where great musicians stand in shadows of noisemakers
The era where good hearts drown in oceans of artificial advertisements
On televisions of attention seeking
This is the era where all that abomination entailed have evaporated
Into the sky of fearlessness
Letting loose every darkness made to sleep in the deep caves of man
This is an era where children school their fathers
Scold their mothers
Beat their elder siblings to fan their egos
We are in an era where pride sits in falls
A realm where sinners preach to saints
Soon, sex will be determined after juvenility
And original bodies will merge with the made believe
Making it difficult to tell this from that
Policed by laws in gloves of rights to live without enquiry
Very soon, lenses of blindness will be the clearest goggles of safety
In this space called earth
Soon, very soon, that is, if the dawn of soon has not yet landed at our ports
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 9, 2018

REMINDERERS

There are sounds which are better not made
There are scars better left under skirts of decorum
Just a stick prick, and an infection occurs
Old songs of sadness are best left unsung

II
Care is knowing the hurt path
And leaving it to grow weeds of forgetfulness
Love is seeing the painful clothing
And covering it with wool of laughter
Tenderness is wiping off pity makeups
Upon seeing a troubled soul
There sure is no grace in acting reminder
Of a pain struggling to be forgotten
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 9, 2019

WOMANOCOOLTASIES

There are many noisy drums humming definitions of women
Abena Amoafowaa Jemremedua
My ears have turned bigger than that of the biggest elephant
Hugging the ground in listening
As oceans of chaotic banter battle winds of infuriated ears.
Some define a woman as a bottomless hole meant as a collection bowl by Odomankomah Nana Nyame
Ɛneɛ sɛ ɛɛgyeaaa nie
ATMs of pleasure; palm greasing, pleasure pounding
How I wish I can turn spectator to see the mortars and pestles at work after payments!
Oh no, don’t get me wrong, I am just a reporter of the gods
No mischief intended

II
Some define the woman as hands blessed to wash like machines
Wombs imperative to host and produce children like incubators
Owonta a w’asan agye Badu guan de, na w’awei koraa
Bodies needed to nurture like hens nurture chicks
And they must have fingers whose magic transform cooking ingredients into mouthwatering delicacies
Ɛneɛ nkate nkonto eei
Ɛneɛ lapiiiwa ne abɛnkwan
Ɛneɛ nkwan pa, ɛnaeehuroyi o
Wei deɛ Papa bi nnwom, ɔse:
“Ɛtɔ ne paya, ɛyɛ me dɛ o papa bi, ɛtɔ ne paya, ɛyɛ me dɛ o papa bi”
Eeei! Bɔyiɛ bɔi!

III
Some believe a woman is a goddess to be worshipped
On her buttocks, a stool of pampering comfort
On her feet, ahenemma of the right attention
On her head, a crown of praises shining on stages worth noting
On her body, clothes of respect on pomade of prestige
Even to open her mouth for a sound to kro-chia through her throat
There must be appellations of love
Ei! At this point the art of farting and hwiiitiming beg me to ask how they come in?
But Eno Abena, I value my mouth which enjoys its kontomoa without wailing like an abused dog

IV
Some use hot punches to define a woman
They say a woman is she who can battle in intellectual rings the other homosapiens called men
Winning by a unanimous knockout and taking the belt of superiority to create change
That Va-kuhukuhuu-gi-huhmmhmm-na-eeetien
Who puts a “pain-is” on the carpenter’s table
Saws, polishes and remodels into refinement
To see no inferiority in the mirrors of their eyes
A Boss’ own boss!
Bɔyiɛ!

V
Me I know no plain words and care not for definitions
I believe a woman is she who knows what she wants and works towards it like all humans
Not an eagle who acts chicken to cuddle
Not a goat who acts sheep to belong
Not a porcupine who acts dove for praises
Not a python who acts like a water snake for validation
Certainly not a sky which acts ground to please
A woman is she who knows her and her desires
If she is an elephant, she shakes her ground with each of her coming
Breaks trees which catches her fancy
Whips idiots who try to toy with her with her trunk
Bathing in any water she deems fit to cool her temperature
Knowing none can battle her in running.
If she is a bitch
She knows how to eat rich
Barking to scare her haters
Biting to tame her chasers
Protecting her lovers even in their lows of sleep
Satisfying her passions not caring eyes in watch
Serving her masters even in plasters
So yes
A woman is she who knows her body itches and definitely scratches to feel relief
She is no woman who tries to fit into tight clothes of obligations
Set by standards to kill her real self
She is no woman who puts handcuffs of opinions on her wings
Through norms to sit on trees of stagnancy
Only to pass her bitterness on as inheritance
I definitely am a woman
One whose corner enjoys some peace by living quietly
Let the definitions go on until sense settles in unbrellaring all minds
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 4, 2019

ANEW

We have crossed a bridge of a year onto another
Another which needs no bags loaded with problems
Dragged into its realm
Another whose slate can accommodate no old news
Let alone entertain old sentimental views
Shed it, we’re birthing ourselves anew

II
Our past can only be the fertilizer of our present
The more rotten, the better working
We are shedding the productiveness of our hard work
On skies of daydreams
Shedding the poison of self entitlement into gratitude and open mindedness
We will see no successes on trees of night dreams
Via forced wishes garnished with bitterness
There will be no monies hanging on phantom trees
We will plant seeds of money no matter how little,
Water them through self motivated hard work
Nurture them through dedication
Protect them by clearing weeds of greed
Until they grow to feed us
We are birthing our zeals anew

III
We are never reheating problems of our yesterday
In our vision pots of today
When we can get no nutritional solutions by feeding our minds with it
We are wearing clothes of positivity
Lenses of objectivity
We are wearing boots of determination
Holding bags ready to host laurels oh so attainable
Unnecessary feathers weighing us down
Will be carefully plucked to help us better fly
If we were chickens, we’re now eagles
If we were dogs, we’re now lions
If we were donkeys, we’re now wild elephants
We won’t sink low and kowtow no blows
We won’t nurse fears and rain no tears
We won’t hold each other in a pull-him-downs
We are helping each grow, hand in hand
This is the resolution
The resolution vehicling our actions to our successes
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 3, 2019

CHANGE IN NEED

I am shedding my clothes of sadness
Here I am
Standing stark naked
Awaiting your layers of seconds to fix scars of yesteryears
Your minutes to fix heartbreaks of your predecessors
Your hours to act as underwears of success
Your days to fix all premature greys
Your months to put on me clothes of dignity
To help change the narrative

II
I am telling no stories of doom
I am wearing no countenance of gloom
I refuse calls of devastation
So create me anew!
Even if the blessed be few
I need to be among
This soul needs no more deaths
Even Ghostly bodies need some bones of hope
To thrive on
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 31, 2018

PRIDE TO DEATH’S FALL

The fingers of days have connived with that of months
Joined in by hours and minutes, seconds and nano-seconds
Crowned by years to selectively
Choose the best part of this heart
To dig foundations of pain
Building storeys of unforgettable loss through grave deprivation
But I tell you today
You will search from my hair to carpets of my soles
You will never find even the shadow of my pride!

II
Yes, you can harvest tears from me!
Yes, you can milk fears from my guts!
Yes, you can break my joints to make me kneel
But I say and say again
You will never find even the shadow of my pride!

III
The celebratory thing to me
And annoying thing to you
Is the fact that it hides not!
It parades and catwalks
Shoos and orders
Stands regally saucily
But you can find not its shadow
Talk less of touch the helm of its determined apparel!

IV
So go on and bring it on!
I won’t ask for mercy and won’t ask for stoppage!
I won’t wear a pity
And won’t scent tiredness!
I know you have no ears
But I still have my breath
So fire your uncountable bullets of hurty challenges
Through the gun of life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 29, 2018

A CHRISTMASLESS CHRISTMAS

The Eve was a scarecrow of leaves
Pushing hurtful carols through monstrous throats of uncertainties
Blood on white background, garnishing taunting bodies
Whose teeth in laughter are marks of cannibalism
Battling hurts on unfair stages
Oh Tearstained Holy Night!
A birth garnished by sadness!
Foods of fear sit on plates of impending years
Burning wines acting acid in unvisited throats!
Who knew there were murderous punches in fists of Boxing Days?
I feel them so hard
Breaking in teeth of faith
Punching cuts on the face of hope
Hitting below belts of annoyance
Oh this Christmasless Christmas!
Poor lenses on these sore eyes!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 26, 2018

CUNNING

Gates of life are on shes
Fact!
Hammers for carving those gates are on hes
Another fact!
But birth births death
And hides in sicknesses
Accidents
Suicides
Cruelty
Old age
Always conniving with time
To blow forgetfulness
On its mischievous handiwork
How cunning!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 26, 2018

UN-SYNCING MOODS

When life’s fog, blocks future light
And a hopeless log, locks all might
Special days become accursed

II
Celebratory mourning
Confusing laughter
Hurtful toasting
I’m here, rubbish being thrown
Into a heap of a year by a cruel dying other
What is there to see?

II
Surely, white dresses repel this heart wearing black
Oh opposite traits of the world!
Happiness living beside sadness
Unfairness is the hand of an unfortunate clock
Swinging at will to send a chill
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 25, 2018

HANOA

You’ve been on my mind everyday
But today, I feel you sitting on the regal stool in here
Aduse-Pokua, how is your “Hanoa”?

II
I remember it like yesterday
You saying only a jump was left for you to reach Hanoa
I remember them like yesterday
Our chats and laughter, fallouts and tears
I see them like my reflection in my mirror
Your love in care and success at my welfare
Even amidst the many carers
My lonesomeness cries for you

III
Is there a secret in the month of December?
You bidding your bye on the eve of Christ’s birth?
Your thread through my womb and namesake
Leaving so sadly
Ten in this twelve of this eighteen?
Pushing sadness to the fore of my thoughts
What could possibly be the secret?

IV
I feel ghostly
I am lost
I miss you as I have none before
I wear this misery as I should Christmas dresses
And I know not how to take them off

V
Have you met him?
He whom I thought would replace you in this vacant space?
Have you met him yet?
If not, do look for him and connect
This feeling of not belonging is pushing me in,
In to there, there where every cell of my conscience scream in fear
And my guts scream cowardice
Do touch me with a magic wand
And turn this mood into wood instead of a tree
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 24, 2018

THE OFTEN UNNOTICED BLESSING

A great friend is like a clean river
In days of drought
A good friend is like the most delicious meal
In days of hunger
A good friend is like rain
When you, like the earth, scatter in dust,
They fall to piece you together

II
A good friend is like thunder
Giving shortest light in darkest times amidst roaring
To hold your sanity and dust for clarity
A good friend is like a measuring tape
Straightening in your crookedness
Telling the height of your impact
Width of your capabilities
Breadth of your failures
Wrapping your emotions in care and love

III
A good friend is the shoes of childhood
The diary of teenage
The pillow of adulthood
And the crown of old age
That is who you are
That is who you’ve been
That is how you bless me
That is who you’ll always be
My beautiful Small Rat and affable Ofui!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 21, 2018

OH KAY!

You won
You won the draft you forced us to play
Putting your novice mother under your orders
“Tell me what is in your heart”
I am sorry
“For going hungry to buy my drugs?”
I am sorry
“For roaming so much to look for my cure?”
I am
“You’re sorry for going to war to keep me alive?”
Kay!
“I knew Mama! I knew that even when you thought of death
You thought of you together with me”

II
I am sorry
“For bathing insults because of me?”
I am sorry
“For turning shame into clothes of pride all because of me?”
I am so sorry
“For wallowing in debts all because of me?”
Kay I am sorry
“For wishing me an empire instead of penury?”
You don’t
“You don’t know the angel you are
You don’t know the angel you’ve been
You don’t know the work you’ve done
But I know it all
And I won this draft so listen”

III
“Right now you’re back to 27
Amoafowaa, when you didn’t know me
You’re the poetess, so crack this out
From here on, pick a palm tree instead of a rose
If it fails in palm oil, kernel oil will be there
If it gives you nuts, its leaves will help you carry
If it makes a mess, the spine of its leaves will help you sweep
If it falls today, it can give you wine
And add its protein to see you through…”
But
“No but, just listen
A pot is great but needs a ladle in cooking
Legs are pairs like hands for many reasons
The pair must match
And I will watch
If any must be happy
It’s my dear Cecilia”
Kay
“Kokokoookoooo”
So I wake to find myself on this bed at Nobuamu
Not sweating, but yearning, crying but grateful

IV
Could it be my imagination?
Oh a dream like living!
Vivid! So vivid!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 16, 2018

I WAS WRONG

I was wrong
I was wrong to try to tear this mud house
Into a palace of comfort
For a future I knew nothing of

II
I was wrong
I was wrong to move you to the best place I thought possible
Knowing not I was pushing you into a dangerous dungeon

III
I was wrong
I was wrong to have left you
In chase of an uncertain future
And I am on my knees like a broken goat
I was wrong
I was wrong

IV
Regret plaster regret painting regret
I was wrong
So so wrong
To have created a hole in our secured anthill
Allowing scavengers a meal through carnivorous beasts
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 15, 2018

INSOMNIA

Sleep, I need to dump insomnia
So please visit my chamber
You’re that husband who deserted me years ago
And made me a guard of unfortunacy

II
Sleep, I weep for your keep
Please possess this tired body
I am sure an angel wishes it
And pain of eyes scream it

III
Sleep
Sorrow follows your abandonment
Thoughts pile bales upon bales on thoughts
History is a tasteless cold dish on the table of my mind
So come and embrace me a little

IV
I am kneeling on the grounds of frustration
Begging with a heart needing alteration
Pleading with a mind needing your sweeping
With a bit of your touch
I know perspectives will be clearer
Please, please, just visit
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 14, 2018

YOUR WAKE

“I love Kay
Kay loves me
We are one big family
We’re one great family
With a great big heart and a kiss from me to you…”
I won’t beg you to love me now

II
I am singing this song to keep your wake
I am keeping this wake on your sound sleep
Baby boy, walk on in confidence
There is nothing at this point I can do to you keep
Not even insolence
So I sit to watch you go
A bad sad night for me
A triumphant return for you
Love of my life
These tears are but a river to ferry you there
There, where no more pain exist
There, where no medication will be needed
There, where no massage will be imperative
There, where no herbalist will be needed
There, where no fake pastor will be needed
There, where no spiritualist will be needed
Thank you for blessing me here
Here, where all you saw was pain
Here, where all you felt was pain
Here, where bitter pills piled on bitter concoctions and horrid fetish
Here, where your mama’s sadness made you tear up more than once
You need not be told you were loved
You felt my heartbeat and you saw my smiles
You heard my songs and heard my poems
You danced with me and felt the heat of my back
Even when I couldn’t lift you physically
I tried my best
Sleep soundly, my love
A Monday born who left on a Monday
Only for your mama
A Tuesday born to hear on a Tuesday
This Wednesday night is for you
My wake, your biggest take
My guarding, your towering royalty
Rest for rest to tire your breath
You so deserve it
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2018

SLEEP?

My eyelids are sounding nightmare bells
So I am afraid to go to the school of sleep
Do you see the sea of tears built by the pain of your gone?
Do you feel the statue of agony built in my mad soul?
Do you hear the crazy footsteps of my ache?
Do you know the path you have taken
Is no path I want you to before I ply?
Can’t you hear mama’s voice calling your return?
Don’t be an ash in the wind
I who made you, have lighted no match
Don’t play on the strings of my heart
You know your long nails of loneliness are cutting deep into me
Don’t, Daddy don’t!
Please don’t, oh don’t!!!
I can’t breathe, I just can’t breathe
Come, please…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2018

YOU’RE IN EVERYTHING

It seems my eyes are set on your fantasy stage
I see your face on every page
I can’t detach from all the rage
Words don’t help, not even of those of a sage
I am in an anger cage

II
You’re on my bed
Watching my eyes which are so red
You are in that shed
Your voice so very clearly heard
You are in my head, oh so in my exploding head
You are on this page, this very writing page

III
Son of mine, you know you’re fine
I did tell you you looked so fine
Son of mine, I will not whine
So come back my love and be forever mine
Kay Kay you know I can’t dine
Not with you gone, I just can’t dine
Son of mine! Son of mine!! Son of mine!!!

IV
I hear you even from my blocked ears
I see you even in my fears
I feel you so much in my tears
What do I do to this bear?

V
Son of mine come, give mama just a hug
Son of mine, mama feels just like a rag
Kay Baby, everything seem like a bug
What is stabbing this heart so many times?
Daddy Kay, some deadly noise is chiming
Daddy Kay your mother’s words have stopped rhyming
Daddy Kay your mum is a mess on an alien floor
Turn a bit, you know you can’t pretend not to care

VI
Daddy Kay, I am so scared
Agya Opoku, I don’t know what to do
Opoku Ahwinie, please turn a bit, I can’t lie still
Are you in my blood or in my veins?
You know my heart is beating so fast
You know my hurts can forever last
You know my fears can slash my tomorrow
Why leave me with all these sorrows?

VII
I am breaking apart
Come and again start my heart
Kay!
Daddy Kay!!
Agya Opoku!!!
Medɔba…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2018

FORGIVENESS

Odomankomah Nyankopong Totorobonsu is the ultimate judge of our lives
We have no stools in lives of others
To sit like judges and condemn souls
The mock ones in life are just for protection; justice and fairness
We are not qualified to throw stones
In mistakes of others
Because fallibility is a natural cloth on every skin
We are all pigs trying to bathe clean in muddy waters of holiness
After every dirt wallowing
We are all rags
Trying to wash ourselves into tatters of cleanliness
After every stain of sin
We are chronic sinners
Who need understanding in place of accusations
We are all travellers
On crooked paths which we mostly never see
So help better a path in love or quietly pass
We can only eat each other up, in a survival fight
All others are falling in failing to our standing or ending
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2018

STORY OF OUR LIVES

People write stories
They write stories in my story
They write stories in your stories
They give pages in their stories to your stories
So we each have stories upon stories within our stories
And we have stories in stories of others stories
An interconnectivity of stories

II
We own the ink to any story our body pens write
Know there are no erasers to these stories
No cancellation in these stories
Just build ups
So let’s paint better words than sorry
Build better testimonies many will need as a good modelling lorry
Not something we’ll read later and worry
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 10, 2018