Now in the arms of money

Lies the fairest of beings

Kwaa Attah, being a bird

Whose wings have been clipped by

The sharp teeth of money

What will be my fate?


I watch as perfectly painted beaks,

Claws and faces saunter  like

Angels  in perfect outfits walking on rainbows

into arms of apes in money suits


Nothing matters so long as the paper flows?


My grandpa told me of days

When little fruits unsold were all it took for even  

The most prettiest bird to swoon

So none had nothing to clip others

Except for rules of  abstinence from royal territory

 Why is my time different?


Walking under this tree watching

Many of the prettiest

Battle for apes who have fun clashing heads

I cannot fly, all I do is look up

In my unluckiest day, I could swallow faeces

Alien to my species, what unfairness!

  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014






By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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