THE TRAVELLER

Travelling left

Travelling right

Travelling front

Travelling and travelling,

Hoping to move to places,

See places,

Love places,

Leaving marks of greatness

At every junction

Until the sun sets on an old shadow

And this vehicle blends with the earth.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

MR. and MRS.

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He says she is a woman of substance

He says she is God fearing

He says she is beautiful

He says she is honest

He said everything looks good

And he hopes for all to static remain

 

She says he is God fearing

She says he is honest

She says he is all she asked for

She says he is strong

She says everything looks fine so far

And prays it remains so

 

As one who stands in the middle

And looks from left to right

From right to left grinning,

I know it must remain like that

To make me step into their shoes someday

My mama

Now my papa

I couldn’t ask for more.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

   For my father and mother; SAM T. DOKU AND SHIRLEY N. A. BANAFOE.

 

AMBITION

One day,

I will grow from the star that I am

Into the sun which will shine the entire world bright

I will be the causer of daylight

And like one who loves her job, smile proudly in my undertakings

Then I grow from the sun into the moon

And will brighten the path of night walkers

The stars then will look on in reverence

Until I transfer my light to other stars

And go to lie in a peaceful rest

Until then, I will add my glow to the current moon

And follow her gladly.

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

WISE MONKEY

“I know I cannot eat this food

I know leaving it would do me no good

But I leave it to sit

Then I watch it rot

Then I smell it stink

Then I cause myself harm

Inhaling the ailment it brings”

What thoughts can cause this mess?

Like a lost old fool

The old monkey lies in shivering in fever.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

 

IN THE LAND OF THE GHOST

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The sad cannot cry

The weepy cannot weep

The sleeper cannot sleep

The talker cannot talk

The tickled cannot laugh

In the land of the feisty ghost

 

They’ve all heard of it

How humans were slaughtered without sharp objects,

How lions were silenced and made stuck

How children saw many heads on one head

How many have heard unheard sounds

But none can say I saw

In the land of the feisty ghost

 

So they sit still when sad

They close their eyes to bar tears

They keep their eyes open when sleepy

They hold their mouths to keep the words seated

They refuse to do anything as the winds of fear blow

In the land of the feisty ghost.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

(Picture taken from the Ashworth College. site)

JUST WATCHING

The sun is shining sad

The storm is raging mad

The moon’s shine is bad

But I don’t care a tad

 

The sheep are running to the lion’s den

The goats are running to the tigress’ den

The pigs are running to the foxes’ gathering

The horses are galloping to the wilds’ gathering

 

But I will not take cover

I am no sun’s lover

I am no storms enemy

So I will only be an observer.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

LOVE TO YOUR UNDERSTANDING.

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When you lie in your bed to sleep

Do not weep

No matter how deep pains seep

For there is that space you keep

That many are dying to have and keep

You matter

You might not know but your existence is keeping someone from self slaughter

Sleep well

Sleep like a baby

Sleep thinking all will fall into place some day soon

Afterall, weeping the body harm will solve nothing.

EMPTY PROMISES

They will follow by mouth

When death blows you to the south

Far, far from their north

 

They will wail

They will  wail and mouth setting the sail

And be phantoms which will be lost during the sail

 

Such is the human promises

Which will always flow in monetary premises

Without batting eyes or wearing shyful lenses.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (C) 2014.

FOR DR. MAYA ANGELOU

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Play the talking drum

Fire the muskets to the hundreth sum

Get up from your sitting bum

And stand still by the golden path

Calculate that perfect math

Of claps as her saintly spirit glows and steps

Into the glory airy bath

Into the archive of the great accomplished’s mansion

 

Now follow with your mind and brain

As quiet as the creeping chameleon and be sane

As the moon and sun get stares for their indifference in the main

Public as they stand side by side succeeding in the gain

Of brightening the path of the fallible saintly queen.

Her deeds were seen

Her love for mankind was keen

Her voice was unmistakably clean

 

Now speaketh the vultures who  are her bodyguard’

“Even we have thoughts of booty discard

Clear the road we are the royal bards

There comes a woman with countless saintly tongues

Which eased the dejecteds’ longs

She travels to the yonder world looking strong

She steps from glory to glory so be among

The witness and join in her congratulatory song

 

Here she is being ushered into love’s chariot

Which is backed by the fulfillment chariot,

Backed by the freedom chariot,

Backed by the kindness chariot.

Backed by the truth chariot,

Backed by the hope chariot,

Backed by all goodness chariot,

For the legendary Maya, it is a convoy of beautiful chariots”.

 

With the shining glory of your world, sail

Into your restful queenly throne shined beautifully with many felicitations.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

LET’S FLEE

Let’s get out of this uncomfortable stream

Just let’s yell and scream

As fowls scream when fleeing danger

Let’s get out of this dangerous manger

Into a neat peaceful manger

Of the colourless oasis

This filthy muddy poisoned gutter water will not do

We have paid so much and so deserve much more

We have paid too much to be pushed by those we fed and are still feeding

Into a box of death

By suffocating and killing us slowly through our own living water

We are different fishes in this same corrupted deep sea

Though we aim for the flesh of the other

Let’s hold our bloody thirst for each other

And as ants form their strength in times of strain

Hold hands as we take huge difficult steps from this water turned poison

On the vehicle of togetherness

To reach the rich ocean devoid of even dirt

We can part ways then after succeeding to do away with pigs trusted and mandated

To till the sea but ended up turning it into a stinky muddy habitat filled with mono gas

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS

I know why the caged bird sings

To showcase her beautiful voice

 

I know why the caged bird sings

To cause its trappers some noise

 

I know why the caged bird sings

To feel the attention of a wishly handsome choice

 

I know why the caged bird sings

To tell the ‘cagers’ that they can break it all but not her spirit

 

I know why the caged bird sings

To register her existence in the minds of appreciators

 

I know why the caged bird sings

To at least release some strain of boredom because it can’t stretch its wings

 

I know why the caged bird sings

It has hope that someday, a knightly eagle will perhaps hear her voice

Like Maya Angelou sang and the world heard and rescued her

 

I know why the caged bird sings

To be as free as air when it finally stretches its wings

Be it in freedom or eternal rest.

Inspired by Maya Angelou’s novel “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

MAYA ANGELOU; THE PASSING OF THE GIGANTIC TREE THAT SHIELDED MANY BIRDS

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I heard a huge noise in the land

Like the fall of a huge tree

Guess what I saw parting the path; the sand.

The sand which apparently had the huge fall seems not to be free

It has taken a meal that is uneatable, I know

The vultures stand shivering in fear closing their mouths to all corpes

For fear of mistaking yours for the ordinary

But you must be smiling.

Born to suppression.

Your spirit screamed “please less oppression”

Your heart yearned for freedom

Your environs screamed with impunity “you are less in this kingdom”

What was a human with freedom bombs fixed in her DNA to do in a suppressed kingdom?

The world rebelled your existence

Your trust put into the wrong person, got up suddenly

And bit you in the heart by taking your pride,

The unripe pride that many do not look out for until later

But your strength overrided your hurt and you gayed in positivism.

Growing free and learning what there was to be learned from second generational elders

And being played by powhittrashes, you hoped for a better tomorrow

A female with no looks

Must always learn the books

To avoid ending up in the group of the crooks

You learned, aimed for nothing the world could not give;

Just to be a bus conductor

But the world would have none of it.

You roamed in your caged little world

And sang until the world heard your beautiful voice

And tried removing some shackles

Which let you loose with supervision

You were forced into the social vice of selling smiles

After becoming an unriped tree with a fruit

With time, you became that free bird

Who taught, let out minds of many,

And sought to free other caged birds and succeeded.

Why won’t this bird rest in a peaceful nest?

Maya Angelou

You will rest in the most Perfect of Peace

Because wings of female eagles like you are not breakable

I know your spirit is flying above us like an angel

Covering loved beings in trouble

We are thankful;

Women of the modern world

We are thankful;

Women who are born with wings

We are thankful;

Women born with voices in worlds that hid us

We will continue in the path you made

Until it becomes a flawless tarred road

So rest at ease accomplished bird,

Rest knowing you left this world a better place for your kind

Rest knowing you contributed immensely

And we all felt your impact and will forever be thankful.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

MY WORKING MONKEYS

I am the lion who sits on the throne

I am the lion who can have or lose it all and end up without even a bone

That is why I have the monkeys

Who must do all the dirty works that will give me riches’ key

 

I am the lion who sits on the throne

I walk with the power you gave not alone

That is why I can cover my monkeys

Once they can bring me all the riches’ key

 

I will cover them as long as I sit on this throne

All they have to do is their names in the mud don

As they search fruitfully for the riches’ key

My monkeys

 

I may share my kingdom of the rich with them when I sit on that throne

They may even have to be only in name stone’

But all they have to do is to compile those golden locked keys

And I will make humans see them as their peers and not as monkeys.

 

What can you do or say since you pushed me to your throne?

Do you want to throw the stone?

Go ahead, I am watching with keen interest to make a donkey

Out of you who has declined to be my monkey.

            Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

SHIRLEYSAM

All white

Snow white

Without a blemish

And an Impeccable ceremony

That brings smiles to all mouths

I am smiling and loving every bit of it

 

Balloons of beauty light

Fabrics of colour bright

A moment I will forever cherish

Surrealistic feeling as sweet as honey

Dripping as all aim for it with their mouths

I’m loving every moment of it

 

They agree to merge and bright

They know no matter what they may fight

But they agree to make peace their ultimate wish

As they join hands in love bounded not by money

Bringing smiles to all mouths

And I am loving every bit of it

 

My only wish is to keep the white white

To in the eyes of all keep the whites white

Without any blemish

Without others’ thoughts suspecting anything corny

Please leave them dry, those itching mouths

And I will always, always love every bit of it.

       Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

JUST A WHINING MOSQUITO

I am the noisy mosquito

I may want nothing that given the chance you would veto

My irritating presence is not what you must be bothered about

There are many other quiet ones that can make your lips pout

Don’t get me wrong, many can’t stand those, even the stout

The quiet ones that you must concern yourself with

They can destroy the healthy and attractive, what you call lithe

Not even those who give a lot in tithe

You know how huge their fates are, those who pay the tithe

But I’ve seen them crawl at the feet of those mosquitoe’

Yes they all end up in their ghetto

Shivering in the same manner always, for me that is ditto

Don’t compare that with an empty stomach filled with a potent ‘pito’

They cared less about a veto

So please let my noise go

I am not your foe

As you can see, I am nothing you can’t step on with your toe

But I really pose no threat so you can let me go

I can never make your cheeks happy drinking soup like the doe

Neither can I ever be compared with a roe

And you know my lifetime is nothing more than a few days.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

ELECTRIFYING TOUCHES

See it with your brain

As I touch your feet with my bare hands

 

Feel it with your brain

As I move up your leg with my imaginary hand

 

Revel in the moment and relax your brain

As I reach your upper hips still with my hands

 

Try standing these with your brain

As I climb your tree to massage those two dead mangoes to life with my hand

 

Flinch not, just be still with your brains

Until I finish my task and move up my hand

 

Close your eyes and accept with your brain

As I dissolve into you through the gates of my hand

 

Now feel with your brain

A huge being housing a small being with too powerful a soul and an electrifying hand

 

Why are you puzzled? Can’t fathom what you just saw with your brain?

Why? You made me your silly brain harlot; I just made it a reality with my magic hand

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

CROSS BREEDING

In this day and age

When civilization has made all duplicates on this stage

And cross breeding is no new adage

Who cares about the deep inked page?

When all colours have some colour gauge?

 

In this modern era

When many pray for the ears of Selah

Who wants to chew only the house fowl in a cooler?

When there are different blends and genes breed at just a caller?

Certainly that must be the faller

 

In this current trend

When everybody finds a new friend

In things of married brains and sees them as the ‘trend’

Who wants to stop the blend

By mouthing his tribal purity and claiming no bend?

 

We are a mixture

We are a mixture of the mixed

We are on a stage filled with the mixture of the mixed mixture

We are the mixture of the mixed mixture

So let’s acknowledge ourselves.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

CAVEAT EMPTOR!

If you are a mason and dreams of marrying a judge

Without bettering yourself first

And all you do is to spend your fortune on her making her your honour badge

When she becomes the judge and decides not to your side budge

Don’t sigh and never say why?

Caveat emptor!

 

 

If yours is to close your eyes and buy

When you have some dollars as compared to your static pennies

Then when you reach your edifice and see the junk

Don’t say, only me why?

And don’t sigh

Caveat emptor!

 

If yours is to support the unscrupulous

Because of your selfishness

And you end up throwing in all your finances knowing it is ridiculous

Never say, only me why?

And don’t sigh

Caveat emptor!

 

If all you want is to travel abroad

Because you cannot stand being on your own shore

And you give all you own for a fiddle to hoard

Never say, only me why?

And don’t sigh

Caveat emptor!

 

 

If all you seek is the power of fame

Though you know your time is not rife

And you throw all you own around just to opposition tame

And you lose the game

Don’t sigh and never say why?

Caveat emptor!

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

DIGGING THE DIGGER

Once there was a farmer

Who saw no danger in karma

He dug and hit with hammer

The gold for all to murmur

 

Owners started to murmur

Oh, there were some members in Burma

They came, caught and took the hammer

And he begun to stammer

 

“Errrm, errm, errm, mama!

Please spare my little spanner

And I’ll profess being the scammer

And will never repeat this to worry my mama”

 

But what stood up by itself was the hammer

Who got itself a nail and a fellow hammer

And hit to soften, and dug the digger

So the farmer became the farmed

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

POLITRICISM

So the big hotels suddenly have owners of power

And the huge monies suddenly walk into the pockets of beings without reasons

And men with little powers suddenly develop wings flapping them in the eyes of their host

And others decide on catchy and a
insulting phrases to tag their masters in reality

And people who use rags as napkins suddenly start buying diapers worth their lives

And women with loose mouths suddenly climb mountains of success

And people in power decide to better their portions

Throwing monies on touring guinea fowls who leave for other countries never to return

And many promises turn false

To a point of stealing other visions initially vehemently challenged

Is this sovereingty or a hen coop?

Is this serving or mastering?

Are these helping or embezzling?

Like a jungle, the lion being king never ensures the safety of chewable animals.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

ONLY YOU

These little arms want to take you in
And make this chest your pillow
As this little mouth sings you a sweet lullaby
Turning this little tongue into a thousand tunes
Until peace engulfs you
Anytime I see dark clouds on your face

The storms are mad
The clouds fail to come down
The lightening lights the path in fearful anger
I stand in their midst thinking not of anything but you
I stand thinking of how more than anything in this world
I would want the sunshine to rise on your face and never set

A close up with you
And I see nothing else but your gateway to your throat
A closer look at you and I feel that tension and difficulty to hold the thoughts
Of joining these parched gates of my face
To the ones which have more than enough goodies to quench my thirst
And in return, fill you with the goodies of love

Though you still know nothing about this pure undiluted snow
That seeks to cool your heat by exchanging hearts for keeps
I would be glad if our minds communicated
And our eyes identified bridges to cross
And our ears heard our heartbeats from afar
And our souls sang same songs in a melodious blend

When that happens
I will be yours,
Yours completely
Now and forever
And I will give it all to you;
Mind, body and soul.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT

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The cat heard the hushes

And hid in the bushes

With eyes behind the leafy moustaches

He saw the many strong creatures’ rushes

 

He followed one, then

Followed the other, then

Followed the other, then

Continued in his quest of ‘curiosden’

 

Many eyes, he forgot, were situated on the back

This he incorporated not into his plans. He had no luck

There was a meeting to have him stuck

But others wanted him to coldly lie on his back

 

Mr. Cat tiptoed

Behind the little backy eyed

Until he reached under his sky coffin, which was with the earth dyed

It came down with speed and did its job, right, Mr. Cat died

 

So curiosity

Will lead to unnecessary problemcity

Such thoughts as one man can be a city

Of wisdom must be quenched with great density

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

WORKING WITH WILL

The healer hears, and heals

The speaker sighs and speaks sternly

The listener loves to listen

The crier creepily cries

The problem preys potently

 

Stand still

Hold hard

Feel firm

Think through

Work well

 

Then the leaves will leave

Then the littering will lessen

Then the creepy cries will cease

Like the mosquito in a potent repellent

The problems will part ways

No one leaves leaves in a treasure building which leaves can destroy.

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

CHARLESATIA

Nana, I met an angel

I thought I would never meet that angel

On this strange land

But I did and the angel is kind

Yes, he gave without asking for anything in return

And looks into the future for more kindness

Nana, I miss times with you

And remembers when you said there’ll always be an angel

Watch over them

As you watch over me

For their hurt, kills my smiles.

   Amoafoawaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

THE SUN BAKED OVEN

Heating in this sun baked oven

But staying has its prospects

Mma Asana Waakye won’t give legs to run

Mma Nasiba bra soup has ingredients of addictive paralysis

It’s taste of ‘dawadawa’ has the powers of letting everyone stay

No matter how much this oven burns

Yaaaaa, the creator had a great remedy

Growing Shea to soothe the body,

To cook meals,

And to protect from the cranky annual visitor

Whose only aim is to dry us up

And to break our vessels.

I guess stucked is the word

Mmmmm, stuck in this heated sun powered oven.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

 

THE HEATING SAUCEPAN

We are all cooking in this saucepan

This saucepan which is in the hands of the unquenchable fire

Our own saliva boiling us from within

Yet you turn to ask me for cover

 

What am I to do?

What could I possibly offer?

Do I look like a super human?

Do I look like an ice block immuned to heat?

Do I in my simplicity sound like a cooler?

It’s a heating saucepan

We are equally being boiled as meat

Let’s respect eachother’s taste and blend tastefully

For the mouth awaiting the soup.

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

A SAD SAD STORY

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In a dark, dark alley

Where the soft winds whispered to scare

And an owl occasionally hooted to frighten

And shadows merged with the dark

To connive and make the heart jump,

I tiptoed like a lioness on the lookout.

 

My being being self bathed by hot perspiration

My breath selling me out on a plate of excitement

My thoughts reminding me of all the unopened books of my life

My hands fearfully clutching my being as if in rescue

Then a voice calls from behind to halt

No, voices order from above to halt

Then they decided to be the masters of my accoutrements

Taking charge and shredding it from the human turned mannequin

 

 

I heard no voices

I felt no hands

I cried no tears

But I felt huge pestles stomping within and without

Pounding whatever pride that was left

Pounding whatever self esteem that remained

Pounding whatever soul that kept lurking

Eventually pounding the empty shell

Until a honk honks

A light brightens

And there was quietude

 

I may have woken up days later

No, I may have woken up months later

No, I may have woken up years later

All I know was that this empty shell was left

This empty shell was my only property recovered

How I wish the shell menders would have flushed this shell

In the outage human water closet.

 

HAVE IT ALLS

I guess they are the monkey puzzle

So they can afford to live with thirst

I know they are the monkey puzzle

What is this weak tree to do?

I think they will live forever and they know it

Have they never thought of the tree cutters?

Have they never thought of huge animals?

Have they never thought of excessive bush fires?

Then why do they behave as though they will always have their beautiful leaves?

I am just a plant

But must they always remind me of how short my lifespan is?

I know

So why do they throw salt bitter and salt with pepper water in my eyes?

At this point, I wish I were blind.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

ODD FRIENDSHIP

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Call me with a calm but assuring voice

Call me over to that side

I will have a choice

But will definitely come to your side

I will love the thought of leaving this noise

And staying right by your side

Thread follows the needle

Pestle goes with mortar

The dog goes with the hunter

Rain stays with the clouds

Until it is shed

This dog here

Who served with you for years

Is asking you to call on it

And it will run to your side

The many rats we hunted

The many uncaught antelopes we chased

The many quarrels we engaged in

Our feeling of watching our backs

Like the mouse fearing your kind 

The many walks we took

Leaves nothing to be desired without you

Let this dog cross over to your side

Dearest cat.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

(Picture taken from the Morris Animal Inn’s blog.)

 

THE ENGLISH GURU (FOR FUN)

Prease and prease

Neber tink you can be my feer

I am way higher than you are

I have a dokuter in Fisiology

And a masiter in Engrish Language

You will neber be my size

I can speak huhudious brofo

“Lackronological aracraty of sosophisical improloggy”

Meaning for lack of a brain the pipple pelish

“Contor de contor, branbila co branbilla”

Meaning do it anyhaw and you will end up anyhaw

“Crossiput Amadehuligand Compultumisim”

Meaning you must closs over to computa age

Now who is my size in the Engrish?

I am not a hypoclite

So I don’t speak my home language

For feer I will forget Engrish

Engrish, Engrish

I am the Engrish Gulu.

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

A WALKING CARICATURE

She lives hidden in worldly filth

Her face hides behind the brown caricaturic soil

Her lips hide under the chameleon coloured filth

Her scent hides deeply under the many sweet scents of nectar plucked rudely from youthful beauties

Her nails are grossly hidden under nails of lions, cheetahs and leopards

Her teeth dancing under golden metals

Her hair suppressed under “Sasabronsam’s” fierce hair

Can we call this human?

Please immerse yourself in cleansing acid

It will do you good.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

THAT BAGGAGE

Looking at you

Looking at me is funny

Why?

Why do you ask when you carry all those baggages?

A baggage of deceit

A baggage of digging gold

A baggage of thousand tongues

A baggage of hiding many mortars

A baggage of being the centre of the world

A baggage of carrying the most hated whip of the world

Among other baggages.

Why won’t it be funny?

My dear, carry your legs away from my path

Let me have a clearer view

And try to locate those without baggages.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

 

SOCIETAL CODIFICATIONS

“No way sideways

No way forward

Certainly can’t go backwards

I must hang in the sky

To be visible to the world”

That has become the only codification for shining

 

“No smooth way to hang in the sky

No smooth way to stand in the sunlight that throws rays of satisfaction

No smooth way to have tongues wagging in reverence

No smooth way to live heavenly

I have to make a human staircase

Climbing the unclimbables, walking on heads regardless of the sores

In fact, the sorer the better

As the louder the wince of pain the many eyes will turn”

That is the school of society.

 

Who wants to be the one with the sore head?

Who wants to be the door mat forever?

We all came from wombs with clean slates

It is your fashion which holds our hands to write the good, the bad and the ugly

Yet you scream your disgust at every scripting

It is amazing how I am part of the whole

It is amazing how you are part of the whole

It is amazing how we are all part of the whole

Yet scream at ourselves when we each have slates,

Slates with hidden codifications which will pop up some day for a massive appreciation,

Than the one you are doing now on some others.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

 

WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO?

I am restless

And breathless

What will you have me do?

What can I say to stay there just for a minute?

Will I convince you if I sing in an unheard tongue?

What if I write in a writeless alphabet?

What if I prepare a preparedless meal?

What if I walk on my hands for the rest of my life?

What if I cry tears of a river?

What if I suddenly develop wings and fly?

What if I chew all the weeds on your farm with my teeth?

What if,

What if I take a picture with my eyes and gauge them out

Leaving your picture on the lenses?

What am I to do to have that clasp?

Just try and read my mind

Try harder to see my heart

Try harder to hold me in your thoughts

Just try and have me impose on you just for a little while

Or think to tell me what to do to gain that,

That moment in your arms

And I will gladly do it as long as I’ll live to have my reward.

      Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

BLESSED OR CURSED

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I have seen the sun set countless times

I have seen all the quarrels between the sun, moon and stars

I have seen all throw many needless tantrums

There is no human tsunami-trait I have not seen

There is no juicy abhorables I have not heard

There are no wheels of change I have not witnessed

In my small worldly walled cage

I have seen seedlings plant themselves

I have seen seedlings grow into beautiful and handsome flowers and fruits

Now I see them in shadows

But I still see them

I have seen recalcitrant seedlings which crushed by themselves,

Seedlings which were crushed by other seedlings,

Seedlings which were victims of the coup of their own manure.

I personally cultivated many seedlings;

Some crushed,

Some are doing so well,

Some, no one can tell of their success

But I still live.

I live while younger seedlings fall by the hands of little winds,

Blowing all the views in my direction

Blessed or cursed?

When many witchy accusations fall on my head at the slightest chaos?

When eyes roll for my seat to be vacant?

Am I blessed or cursed?

When I have used up all the love reserved for me?

Not blessed.

If you say not cursed, when there is no middle grounds,

Then where do I fall?

I belong not to the heavens

Neither do I belong to this earth

I have no wings to hang in the air

Whoever knows the house of the clearer

Whoever knows of the clearer whose responsibility it is to have me cleared

Please tell him or her to clear me too

Yes, clear me, whose limbs are weary of these travels

They should clear me whose hands can no longer hold a simple cup of water

Let them come and clear me, whose presence disgusts and annoys many

Everything on me needs that clearance

And earthly rest.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

(Picture taken from Africafreak.com)

DANCE TO MY TUNE

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Bored in frustration?

Dance to my tune

Dance to my tune of watching the sky

As it gives birth to the yellow shiny sun.

Dance to my tune of breathing the fresh waking air

As you listen to the new beats of the talking leaves

As the variety of beautiful birdy songs accompany them

And dance to the tune

Regardless of the tempo of the music.

 

Dejected by disappointments?

Dance to my tune

Dance to my tune of running with sporty thoughts

As you shed the sweats instead of the tears

Compete with the heaty airy sun regardless of the many eyes

When the heart prompts for stoppage, flush your body

With the whining clear water, sit and watch the world

Without a thought

Or a care.

 

Angry at poverty?

Dance to my tune

Dance to my tune of sitting under the naked sky

When it smiles showing her teeth of sparkly beautiful stars

Open your arms and embrace the old quieted air which seeks to retire

Look at the moon which brightens without eating

Draw a picture you will want to feature in, in the sky

And think of the worst thing you could lose, you’ll be satisfied,

You just danced to my tune.

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

(Picture taken from the Wikipedia site)

 

DEPLETING US

He stands unclothed

But feels very confident and clothed

In a judgeless public

Who his many booty dust lick

 

He hits his chest

And orders at his comfy quest

With means of the ‘seeful’ but mute

Shooting empty glances of talk and I’ll shoot

 

The irony is on you

The irony is on me

The irony is on he who thinks only for himself

And not for his generation

 

A time will come

When everything in those coffers will be gone

And hands that fight to reach in there

Will come out disillusioned

 

Then, only then, will we know

The essence of minding our mouths

Where our very own is at stake.

I hope that day comes and leaves us whole.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

TAUNTING STROLL

I take my first step to wherever

And the ugly song that sings itself in my mind echoes

   “ἐba yi hena ba ni?

Agya Kodwo ba ni

Wↄnfa no nkↄ abἐ ase

Abἐ ase wↄ nsↄisↄi

Wↄnfa no nkↄto onyina ase

Onyina bἐbu abↄ me ba

Abↄ me bayi

Abↄ me bayi

Onyina bἐbu abↄ me ba

Enti me nsa yi mu a na ↄbἐda”

 

Haha, hahaha, mean song

Song of taunt

No one sang me that song

Yet it rings and taunts and haunts my being

As I see that lucky baby being pampered and murmured to

What unfairness!

 

I take another step

And Nat Brew’s Ga love song plays itself

Cruelly in my mind

  “Latsa ko ni tsa me ohe he wↄ

Dani, me nkἐ bo kpe

Sumↄmↄ wiemↄ kἐ nwↄmi nwↄmↄ ko

Ne njegbἐ me wie e

enἐ mἐἐ fἐἐ kἐ me hiἐἐ daa

Hani me nsumↄ bo tsↄ Maria”

 

As I see a lady being seriously pursued

While I walk alone

Without even a stinky fly trailing me.

Voices in my head

What wrong have I committed?

 

I take many steps without looking at anything

Then a driver honks loudly with his verbal tantrums

Standing fiercely on his face

And shock registering itself on other faces

And my head goes quiet

I guess fright frightens even the haunter in my head

 

I take other steps and see a young woman

In a plush car

Counting lots of money with huge men standing anxiously subdued

Their hands on their backs

And this old song sings itself in my head

 

“Sika yἐ mogya

Sika yἐ mogya

Sika yἐ mogya ampa

Ↄnyiwoho na ἐyare

Saa na sika yἐ mogya ampa”

 

Now I am fuming with rage

What is this?

Why is everything spelling for me failure?

 

I quickly take other steps

And I reach the hospital

I see many people coming and wailing

Women being held by crying men

And the voice this time calmly sings

 

“Ↄkↄ ayaresa wamma

Na owuo afa no o

Oduruyἐfo no

Wantumi ansa no o

Ↄkↄ ayaresa wamma

Na owuo afa no o”

 

I guess I have one thing that many others wish to have

This thing that makes me walk

This thing that makes me hear the annoying voices

This thing that helps me breathe

It is not that bad after all;

This life.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

MAJESTIC SKY

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We work under the moody Sky

Running when we have to

Lifting with strength conjured, baggages of pain,

Hatred,

Dissapointments,

And need,

But she never gets satisfied.

 

She lashes out her anger by bellowing her flames to burn high

We the slaves

She frowns with her scary clouds to blind

We the slaves

She hypocritically cries out when she knows

God is watching

Tears which forces us to hide

And she blames it on us

We the slaves

When we lift our voices, she rages in madness

With thunder

So our voices cannot be heard

Hmmm, we the slaves

“ἐbἐyἐdἐn na yἐbἐ kↄ so?”

 

Cloud, oh cloudy sky

Take us to that neutral spot

Where we will face no wrath of yours

Or take us through your dos and don’ts

So we will learn to adjust

What is there in a life of shouting?

We are burning!

We hide in fear!

We have been bullied for long!

We have tried everything to satisfy you

To please you to no avail

We could stage a coup

If you were within arms’ reach

Too bad you will always sit on top of the world’s mountain

Ei, sorry o!

Too good you will always be in charge

Just teach us to cope

Your majesty, The Sky.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

THANK YOU

For entertainment, people read

For fun, people read

For knowledge, people read

To satisfy our curiosity, people read

Whatever it is that makes you read my posts

Whatever powers that blesses the world and everything in it

Must bless you for me

Thank you for reading posts on amoafowaa.wordpress,com.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

 

OURS NOT THEIRS

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They will look

They will keenly look

As some stalk

When we take a walk

And they will talk

But let us write our own story

 

They will taunt

They will jealously taunt

As we embrace in love

When we, the bad omens, look above

And stay in love

So let us write our own story

 

They will come in

They will surely come in between

When all else fail

As they need to their gossip bail

And have many say they got the story nailed

But let’s make our own ending

 

It is our story

And must be our worry

How we choose to write it

Must you and I fit

Even when we in uncomfortability sit

Because it is ours and we must write the ending to fit us.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

SET US FREE

Just let me tag along

Get a strong guitar and make me your song

Because your heart wandering takes the part of me that is strong

What rings in my heart like a sad song?

Is the thought that you feel you don’t belong

Hold your heart and make it me long

Help your heart to ring ding dong

When I am even as far as Hong Kong

In your importants, make me feel among

Then I’ll feel very very strong

Working rightly with no wrong

Keeping in mind that I belong

You on the other hand may feel free like your song

Yea, feel free, guess what will me know, your songs.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

JUST FOR TODAY

For today, just for today

Lift me like a child

Just for today

Bath me like a child

Just for today

Dress me like a child

Just for today

Leave me to play like a child

Just for today

Feed me like a child

Just for today

Serve me like a child

And when I’m sleepy

Back me like a child

Only for today

Watch over me as I sleep

Like a sick child

Just for today

Only for today

Let me be that over pampered child

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2104.

 

READ ME

You can read me

Like a newspaper

You can watch me

Like a movie telecast

You can smell me

Like a nice perfume

You can hear my heart

Like a beautiful song

You can calm my nerves

By looking, looking keenly into my words.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

MAKE MEANING

From far far

Family faced faced

Fabricated fable façade

Facilitated from faddism

 

Girding gab gab

Gal gaily gayed

Grounding guessed galleries

Guessing gross gaffes

 

Still sounds sounded

Still strength sapped

Still security screeched

Sucking saccharine, spelling sabotage.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

WHO ARE WE KIDDING?

It is when death knocked

That I saw that life has not me forked

Crying for an end, I reckoned was just lip service

If not, I would have entered that bottled and have it cocked

But no,

I RUN

With legs and strength I knew not existed in my bones

Who is kidding who?

Me kidding myself?

It really is funny

The things we say but do not mean

Through its hurdles and pains

I realize that we still love

And would do anything for this earth

We still love

And would still battle death as one

No matter our differences

So who am I kidding?

Who are you too, in these shoes of mine kidding?

You don’t want to end it

As much as I don’t want to end it

So mouthy me

Close now and don’t dare death.

       Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

THE UNCANNY HAND

He stretches it

And my face lit

All set in the happiness kit

Hiding life’s beatings and hurt that in my chest sit

But the torturous hand moves up a bit

And a bit

And a bit

Out of my reach

In faith I jumped high like a dimwit

With my legs suffering from the ground hit

Then it dawned on me to quit

Before I fell into the bottomless pit

Because the trapped hand will still remain with its uncanny wit

Even after I no longer have the worldly chit

  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

THE UNCANNY HAND

He stretches it

And my face lit

All set in the happiness kit

Hiding life’s beatings and hurt that in my chest sit

But the torturous hand moves up a bit

And a bit

And a bit

Out of my reach

In faith I jumped high like a dimwit

With my legs suffering from the ground hit

Then it dawned on me to quit

Before I fell into the bottomless pit

Because the trapped hand will still remain with its uncanny wit

Even after I no longer have the worldly chit

  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.