HEARTS AND FATHERS

Fathers are not the feathers so fluffy
…with sperm supermakets
Forcing their wares in buildings
…without paying their rent

II
Fathers are not mouths
…with boastful words
…which wake from useless tongue beds
…to order hands to tap their chests
…to brag and drag fame of a built human
…to their cruel stages

III
Fathers are farmers who plant,
…water,
…clear challenging weeds,
…fertilize,
…fight off pests,
And harvest contentment
…when their farms flourish

IV
So Kakaaku,
…go away with your mmusuo
…of calling yourself paapa
…when many unformed bodies curse you
…from gutters with murdering stench
And many destroyed wombs kill you in their deserts
…of barreness

V
Kwame Aponkye
…please shut up
…so you don’t wake the wrath of women
…whose sweat fill seas of suffering
…in tending to your abandoned seeds

VI
Yao Dzakpasu
…don’t even show your face on this day
…lest, your denial breaks from the anger tree
…to flog you like its bothersome pest

VII
This day is not for your likes
It is for the real workers on the field
And for the great hearts
…who tend to some of your mess
…while you annoyingly dress
…like over bloated peacocks
Why some of you own sacks filled with lives,
…only Otwereduampong will know
In your next lives
…you must be born as weeds
…with no chance of choosing shamelessness
…in your built houses of cruelty
You rotten nuts destroying soups of fatherhood!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 16, 2019

FATHERS

Fathers
…fearless farmers who ferry us onto
…fine fields
…to flow in growth

II
Fathers
…fine feathers who fly us farther
…from our fears
…to grow in strength

III
Fathers
…frames which face forces
…flagging our favorites
…Knights in our dreadful nights!
We hail your wondrousness
…in our celebration of you
…this and every day
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 16, 2019

LAMENTATIONS OF A FATHER

I am a root
…a root whose burdening tree
…regards him not
…talk less of its branches
When my pate aches from their carriage
…but I still search the land
…to fetch water and food
…for their flourishing

II
I am like a follower
…that follower who is seen as shadow
…in my hard work
…and seen as a criminal
…in my abandoned duty
…or is it my sheltered night darkness?
What is this secondment role
…in this life stroll?

III
I am like the scrotum
…always backing the love soldier
…I can walk not fast
…lest I bump into my master
…and infuriate some of my meticulous mistresses by aiming a bite
Whoever made me an equal addition
…in my first creation
…surely bought woes for my toes

IV
I am now the pickaxe
…mostly forgotten
…because of the fetching shovel
I am now the wind so infuriating
…even after chasing off monsters of insects
See how the air dances in her praises
…soothing for more comfort

V
There will come a time
…I will rebel!
There will come a time
… I will caution stems to vacate my pate
There will come a time
…I will act me and not the be
…doesn’t it rhyme with an annoying bee? Loved for its honey, hated for its sting!
I am in my demonstration to be noted
…or in this parental love voted!
I also deserve to be doted-
…upon
Noise upon noise
…on my goodness!
The gander and goose always go for hunting
…why do you keep mute
…upon the gander’s arrival
…and hail the goose‘s arrival
…simply because the latter held the game
…and brought it from its cloth
…to show to the world?

VI
If nyankontɔn falls not on the earth
…where will you get the pumped water
…even from the irrigation machine?
Will the greens you see on the earth’s pate
…still be there?
Learn to unlearn the stern
…you’ve domesticated
For feelings abound not
…only in pinks
…but also in dark dark blues!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 15, 2019

ANOTHER’S BEARED ON FIRE?

You sit there
Calling on what is and not fair
Tagging others queer
Pray problems you never steer

II
A bee in another’s bite
…draws laughter
…wait until it turns to you
You follow the sorrow of another
…and party hard today

III
Know troubles hawk like traders
…in their many faces
No house escapes their visits
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 15, 2019

WO TI PUU PUU A…

Sounds sent to my ears
…tell tales of towers trailing my tail
…and riches reaching my wretch
Funny
…how hearts heed to hovering whispers
…and plant need seeds begging for my watering
Ah!
… Wo ti puu puu a
…wɔ bi di wai
…ebia na ɛyɛ obi koobi ase aprapra!

II
There are suns which shine in shock
…there are rains which fall as tears
…there are airs which blow in chases
The far sells many assumptions
…to the straining seer
Sister, please worry not your soul
…wo ti puu puu a
…wɔ bi di wai
…ebia na ɛyɛ obi koobi ase aprapra!

III
Some smiles hide many sorrows
…some laughter echo many aches
…some abilities fence many worries
Some shine act whines to build sleeplessness
…for the head
So brother,
…beat not your spirit
…wo ti puu puu a
…wɔ bi di wai
…ebia na ɛyɛ obi koobi ase aprapra mpanpan
…ɛna eeyi wo ahwiase ahi
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 14, 2019

GBƐGBLƐVI

Your looks book a hook
…that cook a thought
…in my crannies’ nooks
Let me guess
…aiming your hidden arrow
…at my sheltered target?
Try it
…and you’ll see that
…ɛkpɛ lɛ ɛkpɛ dzi
Your teeth are on a happy demonstration?
Gbɛgblɛvi!

II
Many hunts have registered their can’t
…around this game seductive tent
I can name a fallen elephant
…a broken lion
…a bruised tiger
…a wingless eagle
…a dead dog
…a scattered goat
…and a burnt sheep
And you stand there with your shoulder catapult
…and your bow in arrow
…acting dove?
Goliath’s David still remains a book character
…since the Bible’s written end
You come and try it
…and you’ll see that
…ɛkpɛ lɛ ɛkpɛ dzi
Your teeth are on a happy parade?
Gbɛgblɛvi!

III
Your hour can turn sour
Your male can turn pale in a fail so stale
Your smile can easily complain of bile
You baby can carry not the lady you study
…so hard to have
So turn around the bend of the burn
…and run
Because your stone can’t fetch the bone you gauge
Gbɛgblɛvi!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 13, 2019

FAKE FLOWERS

How can you compare fake flowers
…to the real?
…When the latter are durably made
…to stand robotically time’s rotten test
…devoid of feelings?

II
How can you compare touch up and real?
When Odomankomah himself made the former
Is it because the expiration tag draws its line
…in clarity?

III
Didn’t you see Adwoa Tiger
…before her now?
You know
…you know her buttocks
…which now looks like the Kwahu Mountains
…was like pan traa
You know
…you know her breasts
…which now look like standing pawpaws
…were like beaten flat bread
You know
…you know her tiny waist
…was like many folded mats
…each complaining by flapping
…at her every body shake
…competing with her shoulders
And her thighs
…weren’t they almost like her legs?
…They now look like talking singers
…with her every step
Have all her alterations canceled God’s original sculpting of her
…in your mind?

IV
Are your senses numb from an artificial bug?
Can’t you see she went to a body carpenter
…to saw
…plain
…cut and join her parts to reglow?
And check her red carpeting pictures
…as compared to her home casuals
…don’t you see the work of a body painter on her body’s display?
…Fake eye lashes showing the “wo na” sign
…insulting the Most High with her every blink
Bold colours
…sitting on pouting lips
…some riding on the back of her eyes
…like demonic knights in blinking gallops
And paints
…plastering smooth her uneven skin
Gyata claws
…suffocating her mouse chewed nails
And her nkuri-nkuri hair
…skillfully concealed under some dead Indian woman’s hair
Where did I go wrong to stand a comparison
…with a living caricature?
… I mean a human picture parody
…your pressure of beauty definition manufactured?

IV
Please
…worship in her temple all you want
…but make me no dirt
…with her artificial build
I have known suns and rains and airs
…and tasted days
…which threw me on months
…which in turn threw me onto years
Each pulling my skin to a fall
…a graceful fall
I have no shame to show
…only blessings
And I’ll be damned
…so very damned
If I stand you looking down
…on my setting sun
…as it throws its beautiful glow
…into a bye
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 12, 2019

HEARTBEATS

I feel
…I feel your finger-breaths
…counting your heartbeats in seconds
…holding mine to sync yours
I easily count your every blink

2.
I know
… I know every corner of your body
…just as an explorer and her familiar map
…and I know your body rap
…the sounds of your goosebumps
…the horn of your coming

3.
I love
… I love the feel of your skin
…the crown of your king
…the ring of your whole
…the line of your hidden hesitation
…the shape of your mouth
…the nape of your south
…the wriggle of your tickle
Oh the shine in your smile
…and the melody in your laughter

4.
Your soul Bluetooths me your distress
…and your happiness
Your spirit text-messages me your needs
…and your givings
Your body Whatsups me your yearnings
…and your earnings
Your head emails me your thoughts
…and your lots
Your eyes tweet me your love
…and your care
So what can I do?

5
We seem like a pair of peas in a pod
We seem like a twin tuber on a cassava stick
We are like same keys on a keyholder
We seem like a happy picture in a skilled painting
But the closer we are
…the harder we bleed
…the harder we bleed
…the weaker we wane
…the weaker we wane
…the sicker we become
A love like death in a far beauty
…and a close ugliness
Oh how sad
…sad that this head
…holds the reigns of her heart
And whips it to a stop
…always
…at the peak of surrender
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 11, 2019

MUNAFIKIS

Wait and check!
Is she in yet?
She might be
…with her grains of gossips
…on her public pan
Pleading patronizers perfect or porting
Akeka-muna-
…fiki, fiki, fiki, fiki

II
Wait and survey!
Is he in yet?
He must be
…with his Nsawam Road mouth
…and Tema Motorway tongue
…where no vehicular news escapes passage
…before reaching destinations
…beyond his Accra sphere
…safely or otherwise
Nseku-nsheku!
… Hwirim hwirim hwrim hwirim!

III
Their talents are so amazing!
How they grow their digital eyes to see beyond all
…painting scenes to be beyond perfect,
How they expand their eardrums
…from the normal to that of elephants
…hearing breaths of falling pins,
How they discipline their toes
…to soundlessly carry their bodies
…in Inspector Bediako skills
Beat me all the time!

IV
They sure endure impure and pure
…they sure need cure in law and lure
They sure conjure
…the there, unthere and dead
They sure can build
…other skins to fit
They definitely are rumournisters
…no rumour runway knows not their touches
They sure endure impure and pure

V
Check your grounds
…before opening the doors of your mouth
You know the human Bluetooths
…always on in work
Scan your near to clear the hear fear
The Zenders don’t care about your privates
…much less your publics
Those human tetɛphones
…are spirits in myths
…moving through unsent human veins
They sure are
…ghosts who exist within our midst
And you so know it
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 10, 2019

IN OUR WAR

Lord
It’s been a while
I’ve gone miles with smiles without your dial
Hosting your bitter bile
…in my heart’s file
As thoughts pile on talking tiles
What do you say?

II
God
I have traveled abroad your favour hoarding
Cruising in peace I can afford
…in your danger Ford
Should I expect your anger rod
…or scissors severing your cord?
Is there any?

III
Nyame
I always hear you bought me
…so have got me
…even in my rot
Do you still feel me in your cot?
I forget I am but a dot
…my hot can’t hurt your lot
Are you still struggling with my mind’s knot?
You made it
…didn’t you?

IV
I find you behind my find
…as shadow in a hollow
… I, like a rabbit, burrowed
Your empire as hell’s fire
…chasing in my acquire
…with needs dire
…breaking in at my will
So take many seats back

V
Your empty promises
…culminated into my many crosses
Your many mays
…pushed me to my detested strays
I am what you created
…story story
I am who I think
…knowing you not
I give you this though
…your pen did write deep in my heart
…for you to still gather alphabets
…into a piece
…to birth, even today

VI
Continue to glow in my flow
Continue to control my stroll
Continue to blow your airs on my sores
I am abroad your favour hoarding
And I am so comfy
…so very comfy
…without your umbrella
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 9, 2019

FREEDOM

Let us use the pot of sense
…to go fetch the river of knowledge
…for the dreaded visitor called relativity
…is coming with his trick sticks
…anuanom

II
A chicken caught in the evil forest
…and kept under the umbrella of an armpit
…might be a lucky one no matter the dancing heat
…and aromatic stench
Why?
…Because it can be meal for a thousand and one
…of forest mouths

III
So find no fault in freedom
…if you’ve not drunk from the sense pot
But know,
…there are sanes in freedom
…still, there are chains
There is a beauty in freedom
…still, there are the uglies
There is liberty in freedom
…still there is anarchy
So vary in candid, our caught and left be
For human freedom is honey with beedom
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 8, 2019

ƐBRƆ

Sucking sights
Sulking steps
Whirling walks
Sickening stomach
Headaches holding hammer
…hitting my head
Why do you do this to yourself?

II
Didn’t you tell me?
Didn’t you tell me
…forgetfulness resided in its potion?
Didn’t you assure me?
Didn’t you assure me the hurdles
…will fold their mats
…and leave my body?
So why are headaches adding to my hurdleaches?

III
Wɔfa Badu, be brave and break out of the bottle
Shame aims its spear
…when your consciousness reappears
And you become a peacock
…who acted pig in unconsciousness
Your dirty clothes serving as hard evidence
…getting your guilt gun loaded
…to shoot your ego
…followed by your self esteem

IV
Just break free
Break free from the bottle
Which kneads you into a shame so lame
…and bakes you in its stomach
…to tropi you into a nothing

V
The claws of your nsa lord is more fearful
…than the paws of a lion
Stop being its game o Wɔfa Badu!
Because your schooling
… I know
…will give a failing certificate
…at your graduation in life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 7, 2019

FOR A SUNNY SUDAN

The flesh of foul
…reasonably rots on roosters
Even cowardly cobras
…backed into corners
…bare their fangs and bite
…a fight to live
Al needed to be Bashed to Heed
…fair enough

II
Isn’t it a pure waste
…if stinking soup is washed off feeding bowls
…and its remains still stay in mothering public pots?
Isn’t it odd for blood to succeed watery rots
…in high basins
…carried by crying hands
…and kept by praying hopes?
So why the chaos?

III
Why is a Janjaweed clone
…juggling genocide
…where freedom, justice and peace call?
Why?
Why are bombs and bullets breaking bests,
…buying bets
…and building banishable barnacles
…in blossoming barns?
Why?
Why are the voices of Alaa Salah
…and her great others
…thrown to unwanted winds?
Why?
Why are wishes of wearied wombs and empty stomachs
…neglected in a demonstrating Ramadan?
Why?
Why plant hopelessness in the sky of hope
…forcing the latter to be lightning
…which accompanied a passing thunder?
Oh why?

IV
As the bereaved brave back tears to breathe
As frantic eyes turn eagles
…in search of their lost,
As needs force cues in diverse hues,
As aggrieved ghosts shout from Darfur,
…South Kodofan
…right to the Nile,
As the hurt wince in emotions
…physical and psychological
…from Buri
…and many sore parts of the Sudan body
Be no beastial barricades
Oh transitioners!

V
Please look
…through the eyes of your guns
…to see the heart of artists on walls of Khartoum
Please look
…through the lenses of your machetes
…to see the fears of doctors
…with the fevers of the sick
…in yonder yearning for lonely hospitals
…which have turned battlefields
…but still beg for touches of healings
…and just deaths
Please look
…to see the shivers of the weak
…as they look through the mirrors of horrors
…in your knighting shift
…and prevent your knighthood from turning nightmares
Look to know the heart of the people
…to kill the greed continuum
…brewing in the leading pot
For you’re Kushites
…Kushites from the Kingdom of Kush
Nubian regals!
Let power hold no daggars
…to destroy a fertile ground
…awaiting seeds of development
Eyes of Africa
…are not only meant to flow seas of tears
…which sink boats of efforts
So prove the world wrong
…with a just
…and amicable transition
For a sunny Sudan
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 6, 2019. Edited by Koku Dotse

POWER

Power pulls persons
…with pure promises
…from pious paths
…to perishings

II
Sad
…since sincerities stick to see
Sick
…since supporters stand in sures
Shocking
…since softened sardines turn sharks to shred

III
Like lost leaks
…lookers learn in leans
…then learn to leach
…in launching leagues longingly latented

IV
Poor prisoners priding in pens!
Sorry saints sinking in sins!
Lazy lakes locked by leaves!
A custody chaotic!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 6, 2019

BROSALAH

There is a beauty in seeing peacocks
…living happily with fowls
There is a beauty
…in seeing winds
…carry happy sands
There is a beauty
…in moons pairing suns
…at the rise of one and the fall of the other
There is a beauty,
…a beauty of one sky being shared by both
…at right times

II
When Muna serves Mary a meal
…during Salah
And Robert serves Alhassan a meal
…when it is Bronya
Peace develops butterflies in its stomach
…into flutters of love
For God is a shared being
…one no one owns
…one everyone owns
…one no one zones
…and one everyone zones
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 5, 2019

YOUR FEATHERS

As I look through this glass of ridiculousness
And chuckle through this surprise of your shamelessness
I’m left with no words to describe your kind

II
Your ego sits on the highest stool of your king
Thanks to your born feathers of riches
So you call that sweet soul –
…your dog
And call those skilled hands-
…your foot mat
Now you want to employ me as what?
…your decorative cup?
And you pride at your bargain?

III
Take off your feathers of wealth
…one at a time
And get into the clothes of your dog
If you’re able to contain even three feet
…in your foot mat’s stead
I will consider you
…a germinating human bean
…oh you were expecting a being?
Agya!

IV
If you’re born on an anthill
…treat not those who need to dig clay
…as your fooling tools
They’ll live way better
…in thrills
…in awesomeness
…in do-it-your-selfness
If they so wish
So use your wealth to buy some manners
From the store of common sense
You nyansazeroist!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 5, 2019

DRESS TO BE ADDRESSED

Daring to dress to draw darts
…to get drawns to drool
…needs a different discipline
For doolittles will drool
…maybe dent while drafting
So carry your cunny in what your hurry can marry

II
If you flaunt to haunt
…the haunted will fight
…a flight for the hots
…a hump in a fit
Because eyes can look
…but can’t keep
…minds surely will know and can’t hoard
…bodies surely will need
…and will need the needs to feed
Even in cases where fear blocks
…mouths might mount mild moans
So carry your cunny in what your hurry can marry

III
It is a stubborn itch that calls for a sore through a scratch
It is a smelly sore that calls for a hot balm
…and or flies
Overscented nectar hunts noses
…from far and wide
Just like stinking corpses call vultures
So carry your cunny in what your hurry can marry

IV
There is no hungry mouth
…whose hand will see a ripe fruit
…in a careless desert
…and leave it be
So carry
…by all means do carry what you must
…but your dos must embrace the don’ts
…they exhume
…from the buried coffins of desire
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 4, 2019

CAUGHT

You can step on charcoal unlighted
…and crush its darks
…showing the sameness of its skin and intestines
But prepare for the flaming coal!

II
You can smooch the cat
…hold its mouth and throw it off
…sack it up and hit it dead
…into your meat
But prepare for the lion
…even worse, the mothering lioness!

III
It is only in the river you can swim naked
…with no scalding
Try soaking in the boiling drum
…mating fire
…heating its spittle

IV
You’re naught but a bloated ego!
You’re naught but a lost pride!
You’re naught but a fool bought
…with its own fooling currency
If you feel too wise
…you definitely will one day greet a goat
…at the full glare of your grinning enemies
Imagine the flashes of your bragging in your mind
…as you look behind to meet their ridiculing view
…and there and then, the goat responds
…pumɛɛɛ!
Ajei!
…that will hurt
…sores on soul
You know those never heal
…right?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 3, 2019

VINDICTIVE

He wanted his rod
…in her pod
…thrusting in “Oh my Gods”
And couldn’t, so got bored
…and bitterness stored
…to be dished out when he could afford

II
The perfect time came
When he saw her hassled
…by the bow legged man
He watched as she struggled like a fowl
…almost caught as the val in a festi
She called for help
…but he just folded his arms in a relaxation watch
Using all her strength to push him,
…the bow legged man fell and comatosed
…to her horror and his shock
He then acted shadow under the dark

III
Handcuffers got her
The court ordered for proof
…or she forfeits her comfortable roof
So she mentions his name as her witness
He was brought in
…his confidence holding a vindictive machete
He readily murdered her innocence
…in cold blood
None saw the cruel dancing victory
…on his eyeballs
All they saw was her fear at ‘being caught’
…when her soul was only mourning her innocence

IV
That was how
Adwoa Menkah ended up a prisoner
…for life
After the bow legged man died
And Kusi vanished
…after the trial
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 2, 2019

YOU DREAM

You’re a dream
…a dream I don’t want to soil
…with the touch of reality
You’re a stream
…a stream I don’t want to swim in
…with my dirty insanity
You’re a cream
…a cream I only want to smell
…to leave it full till my flight of soul
You’re a beam
…a beam I need to flash
…in my lonely musings
So stay
…stay as you are
Tempt me not to stain
…stain your purity with my germs
For you are the gem I need to light up
On this stage of life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 1, 2019

THAT SAUSAGE

That sau–
…sage
Knowing not its foo-
…tage
Drives me wild

II
That sau-
…sage
What is its mile-
…age?
Wants are piled

III
That sau-
…sage
If I get in my co-
…ttage
I’ll drive it wild

IV
That sau-
…sage
Give me on a mort-
…gage
I promise to go mild

V
That sau-
…sage
I need many of its do-
…sage
To sleep like a child

VI
It won’t be bad
To lick into –
…de-li-co-bite
…de-li-co-cut
Forgetting –
…ra-di-co-fears
…ra-di-co-tears
Until its brutal swallow
I so trust my teeth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 30, 2019

AT THE JUDICIAL TOP

Lone lanes lie like locusts
…everywhere they turn
Suspicions steal their smiles
…cutting off family
…then friends
…just as dorma machines do great trees
Always drumming in their heads:
… “A judge should not budge to protect his badge
…of honour”
Imagine the heat in that tight box

II
While polis trick to pave their ways,
Corpus rate to pull their strings
And laws yeah to flow in win
They are supposed to stand tall with no ruffles
No matter the winds of blackmail
…breaking their resolves
Just imagine manipulators going:
… “A judge should not budge to protect his badge
…of honour”
Oh the heat in that tight box!

III
The bench is a punch of restrictions
…needing the hunch of care
…and a staunch will
It is boredom and stardom for freedom delivery
…in the prison of justice
That is the breathing reality
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 30, 2019

ODDITIES IN AGING

Imagine
Imagine lying still
…embarrassingly raining on bed
…turning baby through the age of adulthood
Your will broken by your can’t

II
Imagine,
Imagine losing the light in your eyes
…and having to live with same things in abstraction
…losing sight of all the attractions

III
Imagine
Imagine losing the miles in your legs
…to the abrupt stoppage of locomotion
Seeing motion in many
…and not having any

IV
Imagine
Imagine losing the sound in your ears
…asking mouths to shout
…to catch but a little of its products
…fearing the whispers that pass you by

V
Imagine,
Imagine losing
…all the memories you’ve worked for
…by living years of toil and pain
…through the tearing of forgetfulness
…and landing in the lost sphere of Alzeheimers

VI
Imagine
Imagine having none to lend a hand
…when growth gives you a weakness injection
…leaving you helpless with noticeable flaws
…which claw at your heart
…attracting negative tags of liabilities
Nothing can be fearful like the hunt of age
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 29, 2019

COYERS

You acting bricks
…scheming tricks
…to be have as chicks
…mostly end up with dreaded dicks
…who master tricks
…to break your bricks
Oops! Did I just bend a nail by hitting its head?

II
In an era where promises scatter
…before flutters shatter
Bitches need to know their love for bones
…and grab them with skill even in their hots
Swans need to know their love for cuddles
…and feel them, on rivers of acceptance
Cats need to know their love for the clevers
…and know them, on screens of acceptance
Foxes need to know their hatred for fences
…and flee at the sign of fencing
So why act coy to soy a boy’s joy?

III
Have your want
…in your careful font
…not in a squeeze of nos when you know
…your heart’s hat has fallen in its loving shake
If you’re a kpanla
…there definitely is a salmon
…a tilapia and its many others
Don’t forget the many colourful tropical fishes
…dying to be noticed

IV
If you’re a boy acting coy
In your annoying lover-boy ploy
…know you’re like a toy
…in a human play
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©May 28, 2019

LISTEN

Listen!
Listen to the crickets
…crying clones for better tones
For they are the signs of continuity

II
Listen!
Listen to the frogs
…croaking chaos in our sleep
…even if higher percentage spells hoax
For they are the canes
…which shape our sanes
…in right care lanes

III
Listen!
Listen to the horses
…for they are the bosses
…with strength loses
…sweating for causes
…that you and I endorse

IV
Listen!
Listen to the dogs
…who create outside blocks
…and help hunt to feed our hunger
For they are the guards
…who, though dramatic
…alert us of danger

V
Listen!
Listen to the cats
…they clear our rats
…and warm us with their furs
…blinking off overreactions
…and seeing better in the dark

V
Listen!
Listen to the owls
…they live the nights
…and know the frights
…which tiptoe to hide
…before suns wake

VI
Listen!
Listen to the eagles
…for their wings are strong
…and the sky is their exploration zone
Seeing far in the sky
…knowing what looms from far

VII
Listen!
Listen to the fishes in the sea
…for they know the future
…when the fury of the waters wake
…to travel the land in a drowning swoop

VIII
Listen!
Listen to the sounds of the birds
…for they lure our fears
…to cocoons of relaxation
…and massage our minds to mind

IX
Listen!
Listen to the snakes in our forests
…for they help us to be wary
…to live carefully side by side
Knowing a wrong step
…will pay a bite
…and a wrong bite
…will pay a death

X
Listen!
Listen to the vultures on our trees
…for they clear our rots
…and clear our stench
…their colour uniformity,
…teaching us unity of family

XI
Listen!
Listen to all!
Keenly listen!
Listen to all on the mesh of importance
…sieving the best through the colander of wisdom
For all voices matter for our collective choices
…even through the noises
Ears are what you need
…for your handiworks
…and a sparing mouth
Not bloated egos and overcooked pride
You servants pushed into high seats!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 27, 2019

BOUNCE RACISTS

Continue to cast the white
Continue to pair the white
Continue to pamper the white
Continue to be a white
Continue to bleach to white
Continue to neglect the black
…isn’t it weird to shame your same?

II
Once a white dog visited
…black Catland
Aided by its size and roars
It acted king and ruled the land
Then it called ambitious Dogdoms
…to help rule
All black cats bowed to their
…hunting feet
Aided by the scavenging bone-canes
…mercilessness added on dog ambition
…many cats begged
…many cats yelled
…many cats cried for their spirit scarred
…many cats ran
…many cats hid
…many cats were stolen
…some others died
Then they stood to fight
After few cats visited Dogland
…they realized dogs fed
…on shit
They were shocked to know
…dogs could die
…from the scavenging bones they use to tame
Luckily, they won
…with time

II(b)
After the dogs’ sack
…there was a crack
Minds still yearned for the barking
…and the flogs of the scavenging bones
As their leaders modelled the gone dogs in mock greed
The anticipated change
…climbed a one way apata of hopelessness

II(c)
Oh these black cats!
They now love shit
…and now bark in their mews
…mocking their made mode
They now stooge spirits
…of dogs so far
…roped in mind for robotting
Their lives so looking like shit
…their dogs so calling them so
…and eating into them
…little, by little
…bidding their time to swallow them whole
And funnily,
…other animals have sensed a hunt
…in Catland

III
So-
…continue to cast the fair
…continue to pair the fair
…continue to pamper the fair
…continue to be a fair
…continue to bleach to fair
…continue to neglect the dark
Isn’t it weird to shame your same
…when you could work to be lovingly famed?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 26, 2019

UPSIDE DOWN (18+)

I’ll meet you at the church
…for clubbing
I’ll meet you at the club
…for prayers
I’ll meet you in the bedroom
…for cooking
I’ll meet you under naked sky eyes
…for sleeping
You know I deflect norms
…and blow storms

II
I’ll meet you in school
…for playing
I’ll meet you at the playground
…for learning
I’ll meet you on trees
…for walks
I’ll meet you in the sky
…for jogging
You know I deflect norms
…and blow storms

III
Where hypos create
…I’ll truth the full
Where sneas care
…I’ll kro the chias
Where gossis pair
I’ll shout ‘its’ out
I’ll walk naked to church-
…my buttocks begging ntwiments from pastors
…my suck-me-breasts clapping to garnish the smooch-me dance
I’ll cover up to the club
…my face hiding behind a burqa
…my socked-shoes-feet lost in kaba and slit
…my fingers crossing boarders to hide in gloves, don’t you love the foreign?
My foamy hair will be hidden beneath a duku
…praying at dancing feet
…cursing Satan in all goats on heat
…and falling at the touch of the holy ghost
…as I worship the disco lights
…knowing I’ll be protected from harm
…by the spirit of holiness

IV
Close your mouth
…and think like the world!
Isn’t it so accepting
…of ups for downs
…as its legs accumulate dust
…of time?
I’ll live as I like
…riding a carefree bike
If you can’t look, please take a hike
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 25, 2019

HUSTLERS

Pɔɔpii pɔpɔpii
…Yeeess ɛyɛ ice water, emi ejɔ eee ice
…Mile 7, St. Johns, Barrier, Amasaman, Nsawam!
…Sister bɛtɔ bi ma me wai, ɛda fɔm paa
…Chain, watches, dog chains
…Sister please come here for your phone repairs
…Ntama no bo da fɛm o!
…Meatpie o, meatpie!
…Yeees, nkosua y’anua no bi ni o!
…Sister phone swap, chargers, phone covers, wetin you want?

II
From the talking asses
…to the eye reds
Oh the hawking classes
…to the sitting sheds
Right to the moving buses
…to the walking deads
I see you all in the belly of Circle
Working for a miracle
…through your hard work-spirited oracles
…in your living tabernacles

III
Life should be simple
…with no struggling pimples
But the promises of dawn
…even through its tears
Do naught to alley the fears
…causing us worrying wrinkles
So you shout your voices hoarse
And work like fearful horses
Still,
… poverty chases with canes of needs

IV
I pray for power
…through many an hour
That will turn the sour
…into sweet
I pray for power
…which will tower
…above the lower-
…guns of corruption and greed
To help peace shower
…and stress cower
…on all you real victims of reckless power

V
As you tire like donkeys
…and sweat like pigs
As you smell like droughts
…and look like famine
I know you are rolling off a bitter
…for a better
So let hope lead us
…through the red, gold and green
…with their trusted leading black star
To the land we hope for
…a land we will all contribute in building
…without cheating drafts
…and duping crafts
…without pitiful littering
…and our wailing sighs
We will get to a conscious heaven
…built by our own strengths
……………………some day
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 24, 2019

THE SLAPPED CUCKOLD

A cuckold couldn’t hold –
…on to his wife
And couldn’t be bold
…so hated his life

II
He laid a trap
…to bait her lover
But got a slap
…which made him see clearer

III
He was like a lost puppet
…on a dangerous ground
And became a vacant socket
…who no mercy found

IV
Then he saw it
…the intense thrill of their act
And knew it
…his failing fact

V
Stand to take
…all fours down
Side in take
…upside down
Locked to take
…slap the town
Then shyly became the clown
Always hail-Marying
…with his short chop stick

VI
His gross green teeth
…and dirt filled feet
His old worn clothes
…and stinking armpits
Reduced him to a maggot
…in the centre of his mind
And so it happened
…that he took a run
…in self banishment
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 23, 2019

FUSE ON A CON

I am stuck in this place
Where thoughts upon thoughts race
I am stuck between a lone journey and a choice
Each having its distinct voice

II
Where is the roaring readiness?
Where is the hopeful happiness?
Where is the fine fitting?
Why is societal sentimentalism
The only whipping whip?

III
Is it wenching wickedness to live hen
With no trailing chicks?
Is it wenching witchcraft to test and walk
On paths refreshingly new?
Have I not burned through enough to pass
This test of yours and be so free?
Can’t tiredness have a seat
At its baton exchange points?
Why is my head’s insistence hugging my heart’s resistance?

IV
Why am I suddenly the competition on drafts of hunters
With or without a parody me?
Why are questions preceding all constructions
Where words continuously bake?
I didn’t cook me through all the trauma
To end up as a nail serving just any hammer?

V
Never say never is a bait no wordster falls for
The now stamps a no
And the no is all I know
Will help heal this hollow that show,
This hollow that show in my hurting soul
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 22, 2019

THE LIFECYCLE OF LOVE

Love is like a seed
…in an unknown soil
Whether it’ll germinate or not
…after planting an interest
…is like the hawk of death
…and its hunting human fowl

II
A heart undergoes the process of oneness
…just as the seed battles its new soil
…in hope of birthing a new shoot
There can be seed hunters
…in the passions of the soil
Maggots and moths of pessimism
…fighting life of optimism
Until a shoot vanishes or sees its new world

III
Suns of care
Airs of tenderness
Rains of feelings
And the dews of determination
…form the formula of love’s living
Even so
…goats of over-jealousy can crush in a step
…storms of mistrust can crudely cut with secateurs
…fiery winds of miscommunication can drain its working blood
…floods of incompatibility can destroy its fragile frame
…pests of unfaithfulness can murder its blossoming
Bushfires of misunderstanding can burn its promising form
Many other dangers abound
So you need a fence of dedication

IV
Yes, a fence of dedication,
For it takes the skilled to farm it
…foundationing with patience
…watering with loyalty
…uprooting weeds with forgiveness
…and fertilizing with faith
Even after fruition,
…through flutters
…with widths of smiles
…to heights of laughter
…in a companionable growth
There are weavils of confusion
…and their attending others
…who can cause rot before old age harvesting

V
Ye budding farmers need these brown experiences
As farm implements in preparation
…for the field of love
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 21, 2019 (Title by Gloria Afua Ofeibea Addo)

GUILT ATTACKS

I know,
…you know
…that I know your blow
Which is seeking the dark, to get me, your ‘foe’
…to make me kowtow
So –
…my magnanimous bow
…scares when your closed eyelids go
…to sleepland, in many an avenging arrow throw
But what do I do? Your target line toe?

II
I neither bought for you my hate
…nor its tiring sighs
I didn’t tutor you to bait –
…me, for my living bye
I neither created your hurting state
…nor forced your peace in a bye
I did not raise your conscience to rate
…you, in your plotting fies
So blame your scheming fate

III
None works in another’s hate
And reaps an applauding success
None spies on another’s life
And gets self development’s access
No cat calls for a lion battle
…and gets a peaceful recess
The loving hobbies
…which full my heart
…are what I feed on
And I so wish I mirror as your warrior –
…or your competition positively strong
I so wish I weed your monstrous horrors
…of impossibility’s desert
…to chart a path
…a path for you
…and only you
So fulfilment
…will rain to quench the heat of your bitterness
Instead of scripting my constant fantasy fall
…in your mental stage plays
For now
…I will stay gracious
…through all your contumeliousness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 19, 2019

REAL PATRIOTS

Let them come and sow
…protected by their arrows in bows
Let them call us foes
…punching with their mental blows
Let them finish and go
…calling all to behold in lo
Let them laugh as we tirelessly mow
…and puff to our succeding’s no

II
Let them shoot their pricking pos
…until their hands strength slow
Let them see us seriously flow
…into development’s glow
Let them ridicule our yawning hoes
…and bet on our wailing woes
All we need is our patriocy
…in their cruel bangarang

III
Who said our sweats
…will always sieve into their service?
Who decreed our determined dears
…will always dread their dares?
Who preaches pestering panics
…of their prepared paws?
Who beats our blessful bests
…to bear their buttocking for brays?
We fear no foe fishing for our fouls
…and fear no fall fussing for our famishing
Aren’t we led by a star so black
…to see paths in the dark dark sky?

IV
So ride in the raving rough
…and trouble to be trustingly tough
Oh forget the crossing coughs
…and hush your hating hawks
We see the mountains of moaning
…mourning many our merry mornings
We hear the chirping chastisements
…chasing our chanting chores
We feel our fallen fellows
…forcing in their feeble forms
We will surely succeed
…to see our sun serening
Keep on keeping on is a cliché clutching our diction
But we should gladly guard its fine action
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 19, 2019

TERROR FEASTERS

There is a change seeping into the land
Strange change that promises to derange
…even from a range,
…it sips from the cup of hope
…and trips our peace on a dangerous slope
Ah!

II

It started like a bad dream, now it burns like overheated fire…
Take us off the fires of fear
…simmering on soaring senses:
– kidnappers killing the unwilling
– terrorists blowing trespassing tremors of horror
…hooligans housing hampering-tampers
It is like a daunting shadow
…drawing nearer and nearer

III
We lived in a peaceful pen
But you sold our safety to sellers
…trading point-and-kills
Will the hunters shoot only in the forest
When power is like a potent alcohol
…creating drunkards out of gents?
You knew the hidden catastrophe
Yet thought only of your growing bellies!

III
You know of the bribery beasts
…who guard our customs gates
Yet sit like flatulating elders
…in the midst of their aggrieved youngsters
…blame-shifting in the suffering and suffocating air
Chai!

IV
As concerned ears hop from
…outdated mouths to mandated mouths
You continue finger pointing
…when deck calls hands to work!
Continue creating confusions
…sitting and staring
…dressing and daring
In a Kojo-Who-Did-This taunts!
…It-Is-Kwame will turn solutions through the bouncing It-Is-Kojo
…to protect our future!

V
Fanning fears will turn fires
…burning off our nearing enemies
Just let the radios chirp like blessed birds
…the papers paint like well pressed pets
…the internet hawk like beautiful ladies carrying shinny pans in selling
…hosting you with your flawless grammar
…like parrots in their comfort cages
Let’s hope your words turn hammers to
…scare off the scares
…which loom!

VI
You kwabrɛfrɛs –
…mistaken for Odums
…and pushed to stand to shield us
…from the whirlwinds of slavery
Should act vultures
…standing on the trees of our trust
Waiting for our lives to fall
…so you can swoop for our rotten fleshes!!!
But know –
…It is one body hosting us all
…from those on the head
…to those on the feet
Think of the spared
…should that one body fall!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 18, 2019

UNSEEN TEARS

Frights
…hiding in furs of goats
…are seen as follies
…even in their fearsome jumps

II
Wounds
…itching in wombs
…are felt by none but the in-hidden-hawker
…no matter how much they bleed

III
There is a world within this world
Which knows what you carry
And feels how you try
A world within this world
…which shares in your chasings
So giving up, should be a weed
…in your flowering determination

IV
When tears full
…shed them to be light
When fears full
…share them to be free
When hatred heaps
…hum a tune
…you’re neither alone nor odd
…not the first or last
…to feel the poisonous fumes of life

V
It is okay to feel
…like giving up to heal
It is okay to hate
…like setting up a bait
It is okay to hide
…like fearing human ride
It is okay to be lonely
…like walking the world a solely
It is okay to shout out
…to let hidden emotions out
It is okay to fail
…to add to the growing trail
You’re as important as you think
So get a calming drink
And hold on to life
No matter the many strife
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 17, 2019

FILTH AMBITIOUS

We’re nursing neglect
…in a growing grind
We’re activating ails
…to an attacking action
We’re breaking bonds
…of a sealed safety
We’re losing largely
…in a beckoning benefit
We’re Frankenstein Monsters!

II
We eat from the earth
…bathing its waters from birth
We clothe from its closety-forest
…adorning us with their hidden adorables
We soothe our skins
…from the blood of its statics
Yet stain its saintliness
…with our flowing filth
We’re Frankenstein Monsters!

III
Instead of building well welled pots
…at our heavy human spots
We gateless our gutters
…to labour our litters
Ripping our rivers
…with contemptuous contamination
Sourly scenting operating offices
…to suffocatingly slap us with stench
Aren’t we Frankenstein Monsters?

IV
The two, zero, one, five Circle cinema
…did not drum-in the daunting drama
The many mournings
…have not moved the mountains of mistakes
Still, organic seeps through electronics
…beastially bestfriended by plastics
Loitering lazily
…on our flies complaining compounds
Grossly greeting guests
Why are we always waiting
…for cholera clusters
To ask aid
…from embarrassing embers?
Aren’t we Frankenstein Monsters?

V
Why aren’t we filth ambitious
…when dum dooms our dressing?
Why aren’t we filth ambitious
…when harm hurts from heaping?
Why aren’t we filth ambitious
…when gains grin for our getting?
We’re wreckers of our wins
…snailing our swoops
…foxing our failures
…fermenting our flops
To stink as sellouts
…to our seeking scouts
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 16, 2019

MRS WITHOUT KISSES

Mrs without kisses
Finger ring in a fury ring
Trusted bird
…on a thorny bed
Boss lady
…on a bruised loving
You say wetin?

II
You can wear smiles of satisfaction all day long
Writing the happiness which you belong
Annoying all in your jealousy gong
You think that would make you –
…look strong?

III
Every effort you make
To make all see your happy living
I see the begging to take –
…misery hidden
There is a thing about the fake
…that never hides in its living
Always swimming out of its many a deceptive lake

IV
So go on and build your mountains
…out of some ant’s eroded anthill
Just as fire hides not in the dark
…we will see the flaming flames –
…sɛ ɛgye gon a!
Pregnancy –
…can hide itself only well at its beginning
Continue shielding your belly to your month of six
We are all here
…and will see the protrusion
…when your bearability begs to bed
So go on in your embellished fantasy
Ɛbon bon bon a, yɛ bɛ ti ne kankan wai
You Mrs missing kisses –
…painting bliss to diss and piss off spinsters
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 15, 2019

MANTSƐ EBA!

Pastor Dédé worked all week and Friday nights
With all his equipping might
Electrocuting others with his noisy frights
Threatening complainers of his God’s bite
Afraid,
…every mouth closed its door
…after his warnings

II
Then Nii-mei and Naa-mei put their ban on noising
Pastor Dédé puffed and registered his shunning
That night, he started with vigour
…his people sang
“Unto the Lord be the glory…eee
Great things he has done…”
The drums held hands of the voice of the guitar
…and chorused their murdering tones
…registering the abled abatie roboting them
The piano hugged both
…as the akasɛi chan chaned like piercing pins
…to add to the murder of ears
None had a sound in mouth
…after his warnings

III
Then they came
…wearing shoes dead in sounds
Six strong muscled men
…with unbending discipline
They knocked once at the hellish heaven’s door
…then twice
…and entered
All tired eyes left their abused ears to watch
Then we heard –
…konklonkon!
…kankanklan!
…pasca pram pram pram pran!
And ears were taken off the fires of noise –
…abruptly

IV
The “How dare you
…was punched with “Kwɛ mɛnɛ hu!”
“God will not forgive you” –
… “eenhwɛ kɛkɛ, nyɛkɛwo tsɔneɛ mli ne wɔya”
We watched
…hoping to see the unforgiving God of Dédé
…whose threats sat on our freedom
…to the point of deafness
Even his broken fingernails did not fall
…till date

V
And so it happened
…that the noise traveled,
…we were told, to return in a month
Strengthened muscles prepared a ring
…to box its return to its death
…whether they’ll succeed or not remains a mystery
For now, that has ended the tale
…of Pastor Dédé and his dédé
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 14, 2019

IMBALANCE

Roaring roses!
Barking bosses!
Placating pines!
Swiping swines!
Weird wires

…worsening wars

II
Fine wines line not in dine
Bay hay gay not in fire rays
Desires are not sure acquires in liars
Fix consciences, as mechanics, to fit justices

II
For we are passing
Not just sitting in staying
We are shedding
Not just static in adding
So balance the imbalance
To enhance the chance of or near equality
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 13, 2019

CHILDLESS

Tears drizzle in my heart
They drizzle to tickle my sadness
On this day when motherhood
…sits on the throne
…to be exalted

II
It is upon the inspection of feathers
…that akokɔ asɛnsɛ becomes aware
…of its skin protectors
I crave this bed
…and thank it as a shed
…to hide the mood which swoons to tell
…on my sores

III
A year back-
…you were here
Two years back –
…you were here
Three years back –
…you were here
Four years back –
…you were here
Five years back –
…you were here
Six years back –
…you were here
Seven years back –
…you were fresh
Sprinkling happiness on my naïveté

IV
What do I do with this me?
This me which wears armours of strength
…on a fatal blow!
What do I do with these eyes?
These eyes which push back tears
…on fears of colouring brokenness!
What do I do with this soul?
This soul looking down into an endless hole
…of yearning!
What do I do with this crab?
This crab stuck in my aching throat
…murdering my pipes to push your name down
…my sniffling stomach!
What do I do?
What do I do?

V
I keep wondering your stage
…your stage of rot
I keep wondering your fate
…your fate in death
I keep wishing we meet
…we meet to re-live
It is a sourness on sores
And I am a mess to your blessed memory
Ahwinie
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May, 12, 2019

LIFE GIVERS

Mothers –
…ministerial makers
…nature’s natural nurturers
…open-armed oracles
…psyched psychologists plannedly prepared
…quintessential queens
…rough risks remediers
…serene sirens
Honourables of hearts!

II
Mothers –
…trouble truncators
…umpires of under-weathers
…vines of victory
…wondrous wayfarers
…xylophonic-voices with xray-eyes
Temples!

III
Mothers –
…bridging bars-
…of livers and leavers
Caring castles –
…daring daffodils
…exciting edificial empires
…fearless farmers
…gutsy greatnessors
…humanity highlanders
…interrogative intelligentsias
Angels!

IV
Mothers –
…spiritual shelters
…joyous justices
…kazooing kayaks in our kerfuffles
…loving labiataes
…mesmerizing messengers
…nursing noses
Warriors!

V
You will always be our first touch of love!
You will always be in our heartbeats!
You will always be our worshiping temples!
For you helped –
…to cook us
And kept us to live
You helped –
…to grow us
And help us to glow
Love is your fountain –
…and we will forever be your tendering architects
O you souls in our creating wholes!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 12, 2019

WRITERS = DOCTORS

Writers are like doctors
Delicate in their line of duty
A little inky mistake can break souls
Destroy personalities and
Unleash wars fiercer than lions on nations

II
Writers are like operating doctors
Just a failed full stop can send many wise heads
In a needless chase of sleeplessness
Running after ghosts non-existent

III
Writers, like doctors
Need no harsh words before working
A tampered emotion can lead
To countless erosions of truth
Planting deceptions in minds

IV
Writers like doctors need balance
A 360° mirror on all issues
To build facts in perfect frames
No docking for thrusts of favouritisms

V
There can be exceptions and oddities
Escapements, counting human fallibilities
But writers like doctors, need care
Care and caring to be fair
At all times
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 11 2019

THE LOVE SCENE

A lion –
…leapingly lusting
A hyena –
…hysterically harping
Leaves –
…lurkingly listening
Air –
…airingly arousing
The moon –
…markingly mooching
Fireflies –
…flatteringly flipping
…through light and darkness
We –
…wettingly whetting workings
…willingly whisper whistling
…wispingly whipping wishes
…and merging

II
Cotton –
…cursing our cravings
Roses –
…rising rousingly in reaping
Passions –
…pointing at perverts peeking
Snakes –
…seeking services structured
Like leaking loops,
Turning –
…touching, tracking, tapping
…trekking, taking, teasing
In blissing

III
Hunting hisses
…heckle not heeding
Bottled breaths
…break blessingly to be
Dirt dances,
…drawing in drooling dormants
Fair flocks –
…fancy our fire
Greeting gracias
…getting gladies
Jerking in jingles

IV
Odomankomah’s orders
…orchestrate an awesome orgy
Fi fi fi fi, fi fi fi fi
Ka ka ka ka, ka ka ka ka
Hi hi hi hi, hi hi hi hi
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Our background beefing up blissues

V
How hurting!
This heart hates
Waking
…without the wreck
…in a worshipping-reality
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 10, 2019

PRESS IMPRESSIVE

(In honour of all journalists who are just in exacting their duties; the Manassehs, the Aremeyaws. Mother Ghana appreciates you. Continue working hard for us without fear.)

Those of you milking makers
…of their working wills
Those of you hunting hard-workers
…in their loyal labouring
Those of you fighting freedom
…of the pious press
Sit and stand
Slap and soar
Seek and sack
Keep and kill
But know –
…you are mere mortals
…fooling in folly fences
As you book your own fleshes to cook

II
I thought we hunt haters
…haters of havens
I thought we cremate traits of criminals
…by warning, seclusion and termination
I thought we chase faces of pull backs
…and not pull ups
So why the urge to dilute pens?
Why the need for intimidation
…where builders of nations, painters of the what-is pictures, toil?
Why the cruelty to drain lives
…of patriotic pens?

III
Think reasonably and think right
With a foot on land –
…and a foot beneath land
Think carefully and think correctly
Half of your heart in life
…the other half in death
What do you see?
Know you not greed is a seed?
A shameless seed which when planted
…germinates into a plant
…then into a tree
…which wawa, sapele and mahogany together can’t rival?

III(b)

Only pen machines of press can impress upon an uproot, yet you chase in termination?

IV
So your birthed and unbirthed
…should be made to kneel
…their left palms seating their right
…even before they taste the sands of life?
Can’t you take off your life jackets of corruption
Knowing we are in the same sea you’re polluting?
No matter how high you float
…your medial to toes –
…taste your pollution downs
Even if that affect you not –
…know thirst will sink you to drink someday
How can you escape your own poisoning then?

V
Please seek treatment for your insanity!
How else do you call bullying builders
…and praising poisoners?
Please seek medication for monstrosity!
How else do you call felling great plants
…and watering scrap metals?
Please seek suicide –
…if your egos stand in the way of a working nation
And leave workers whose stomachs
…are sitting not
…on their prided consciences
…to work us up

VI
For mirrors will forever be mirrors
Great pens will forever be disinfecting lotuses
If you can’t shape yourself to help us shape our world
At least be no hellish blocks
…hunting our best
To fill the excreta pits of your filthy consciences!
You with potbellies of selfishness, bleached skins of shamelessness
…bald pates of unthinkingness
…and hard muscles of murdering your own,
...your own motherland!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 9, 2019

KUTUGYE NONSENSE

You
You rock which shock my mocks
You
You bone which stone and drone
…my emotions
…into public places
You
You fork which locks and blocks
…my defenses
…into helplessness
How?
How could you make me so bow?
You prick!

II
You tickled my trust
…to tremble in tearing
You woke my warmth
…to wickedly wreck it
You caressed my care
…to carelessly curse it
You tended to my tenderness
…to tossingly trash it
You buttered my butterflies
…to brazenly break them
You flattered my flutters
…to ficklely finish them
You!
You sicker!

III
You’re like stinking socks
…when I’m wearing my shoes
You’re like hateful hair
…when I’m wearing my hat
You’re like beaten breasts
…when I’m wearing my bra
You’re like drowning dens
…when I’m wearing my dross
You’re like caving caves
…when I’m wearing my clothes
You’re like earthquaking earthworms
…when I’m wearing my earrings
You
You sticker!

IV
Why?
Why can’t I bath you out
…out of the body of my mind?
Why can’t I wash you out
…out of the wishes of my clothes?
Why can’t I soak your stench out
…out of the scent of my socks?
Why can’t I kill you
…in the kro of my heart?
Why?
You tick!

V
I am now a fuming forest
…hissing hysterically
I am now an occultic oven
…brimmingly burning
I am now a sea of savagery
…seethingly sulking
I am now a hunting hell
Dare,
…just dare
…to step in the trap
…of my hunt
And you will smell your roasting game
You trick!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 8, 2019

RAMADAN KAREEM

Ya Allah
…prepare the grounds of bellies
…to stand hunger rallies
As your sons and daughters fast
…to feel the pain of the outcast

II
Ya Allah
…quench all future temper
…so they can’t this piousness tamper
As your children prepare
…in humility, to with the poor, pair

III
Ya Allah
…tie the catastrophe of chaotic death
…and let peace, all around birth
As your servants lay their ails
…before your merciful presence

IV
Ya Allah
…bless all struggling hearts
…cushion all torn mats
…fill all empty pots
…bless all needy cots
…pack all crying pockets
…heal all haunting ills and closed mindedness
In your wise discretional will
In reward of your wards’ willingness
…to obey your call for service
…to humanity
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 7, 2019

THE LaLiga CRAZE

“We will win
…the away
…even if we lost
…our home match
Did you see?
Did you see
…the Mané goal?
Nothing fine pass it”
Ha!
My ears kept searching
…for even the toenails of Asante Kotoko’s mention
Wires in my ears kept tuning
…waiting for Hearts of Oak’s fingernail in mention
But none appeared
…for eyes to even proceed to look
…for Oly Dade
…nankampɛsɛ Wa All Stars
In the modelling words
Walking from tongues
…of the bugged

II
Sitting like a ghost
…waiting for my host to finish
…his banter to me serve
It happened so fast
Fists flying
…like unseen arrows
With their vindictive word follows
Just the air around a fist
…uprooted my buttocks
…from my tall stool
…landing me flat
…onto the punching ground

III
So a legend of a passionate
…who might have a black phobia
Was called
…a joke
And another’s
…was called
…aboa
So
…ɔtwea
Was exchanged with
…apɔkye
Gyimii
Faced the slap of
…kwasea
Until those words armoured with
…knives
…and guns
…and bombs
Exploded like tsunamis
…onto the bodies
…taking possession on tickets of
…anger

IV
Dragging myself like a lost cripple
…through the mess
I thought of the gains
…in the passions of others’ gains
Are there dollars
…given in gains
…to all the insanes
…on this land?
Do those legends
…even wave in knowledge
…of the existence
…of their loving persistent crazed fans
…on this black soil?
Aren’t there pressing matters
…begging for attention
…than murdersome passions
…for mere games of others?
Can’t we strive to just build ours?
Will they ever sit
…to watch our locals play
…and even smile at their skilled foot talks
…let alone have passions for them?

V
I am shocked, knowing the bananas used to link our recruited to monkeys
…still thinking it through
Goosebumps of negation
…traffic-lighting on my skin
The land overlooked
Concentration –
…over booked
…on senselessness
…no, sensefulness
Of profit-nils of other lands
Beats the hope
…of a brighter tomorrow
…out of my aching dreams
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©May 7, 2019

LIKE YOUR LOVER

When you wake up
Owura,
…see her like a lover you see hand in hand down the aisle
One whose thoughts bubble down your belly –
…warmth of promises born and unborn
One whose smile gives you the strength –
…to sacrifice yourself for her every need
One you can hunger –
…to satisfy
One you can suffer –
…to see safe
One whose pain rain shivers –
…on your fears
And work towards her flourish

II
When you wake up
Awuraa,
…see her like a child you see
…rocking greatness in your future
One whose sadness pierces arrows –
…in your heart
One whose sickness points a gun –
…at your head
One whose happiness –
…is your morning sun
Her excellence –
…your moon in the dark
That child you’ll sacrifice everything
…to see as a grown and responsible woman
And work towards her growth

III
Yes,
…work towards her growth
She is afterall yours and yours’ yours
Yes –
…yours and yours’ yours’ yours unendingly
Your Nation
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 6, 2019

SEARCHING

Hate her!
How hard the hoe hits heads of hes
Hurting hearts heated for her!
Hurt her!
Her hammer hardly has hands
Here, heavens help hes
So hiss and heap hatred on her!

II
She said sorry
Shocking sheroes sharing shivers
Sore somberly soothed,
She shunned serpentous shepherds’ serenades,
As she still searched a similar sir
Seeking a she-he-qual

III
Branded bended,
Bastards booed boldly
Beating betters badly in brotherhood
To boycott Betty
Breaking breasts
Belling-out beauty

IV
Her heart humming happiness,
Still she smiles
Branding bullies bastards
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 5, 2019

PLAY ME A SONG ABOUT HEARTACHE

Ia
Flutters, butters, smiles, miles
…………….shatters……………
Cane, pain, madness, sadness

Ib
Play songs
…about heartache
Which my soul so longs
As this heart turns in a bellyache
Knowing not where it belongs
I assure you that I know its every alphabetical word
And I’ve been in its every exploitative shed
Oh I have felt its –
…hitting, eating, angering, ripping, thrashing, attacking, crossing hearts exasperatingly

II
So play me a song of its heat
Making sure its force enters
To make sure its sorrows are arraigned
To come and hurt’s cure redeem
It is just a test
To see if its power will abate
Just to be clear
In my bid to heal
To heal entirely

III
I need a complete kill
Of the yearnings in a clean heal
So I can shed this painful hill
My heart climbs to breath fill
And feel no pangs needing many a chill pill
So regret can drain to nil

IV
For tears
…mounting on fears
…flagged by spears
…on roadsides of peers
Especially yearlings
Are hurtful bombs
…threatening detonation
…at every step of Embarrassment’s second
So play me all those songs
…of heartache

V
From the ache from the stone of love
To the ache from the gun of death
Through to the ache of the whirlwinds of loss
To the ache of the bomb of hatred
I am like an antelope
…at an easily found adukrom
During Aboakyere’s hunt
Knowing but painfully numb from sadness
I would be so caught if you don’t play
Play me a song about heartache
To thaw my numbness and move me from harm’s way

VI
Yes, it’s good to painfully dance
…to enhance
…the tears to flow
Yes, it’s prudent to loudly cry
…to bye
…the pain to go
Lest I turn stone cold
…as bitterness mould
…the breakage to show
A full being sinking so low
So play me a song about heartache
To rain this cloud hanging on the sky of my happiness
For my sun to happily shine
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 4, 2019