CONSENSUS

Had a duet with the sensational Lisa Ojanpera on theme Racism. This is a white and black blend, please enjoy and let the white and black clouds merge.Islamic Prescription for Racial Discrimination (2)
The sky is fuming madly
Hating our living badly
She neglects wind’s many pleas
And thunders us on our knees
Black clouds force to take full charge
White clouds force to take full charge
An intense meaningless war
Forcing pain and breeding sore
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The inner voice sits peaceful, still
Waiting for the breaking of our will
Outside the war rages on a vast scale
Chaos the roar of this fierce tale
Black clouds force to take full charge
White clouds force to take full charge
Passions climax in hate’s rayless song
Vivid energy striking amongst the throng
III
Vivid energy strikes for the wrong
Unbearable voices sing mixed songs
On half the sky leaving the other bare
What senseless taste overrules our care?
Weak young leaves watch in frightened mood
Future leaders are made to plans of terror brood
Life like a river is stagnant in a racial gutter
Being pushed into the mouth of the earth vampire
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Feeding us poison and bleeding us dry
Causing us to pool all the tears that we cry
We will take no more of divisive pyres
Burning our lives in the recalcitrant fire
Absorbing the energy in futile pain
Unify to stop the monsters gain
Black and white clouds become one
A variable storm causing evil to run
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Imagine a divisionless sky
Who can concoct for it a lie?
Hugging the clouds to form as one
Hugging the sun to shine as one
Embracing thunder to rumble as one
Throwing lightening to light as one
And clearing in due time to the slate give
As the inheritors bow as predecessors take their leave
What a peaceful sky that will be!
BY AMOAFOWAA SEFA CECILIA AND LISA OJANPERA (c) 2014

SKY TEARS

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Tears

Of the sky

Can be blessings

For the earth when it’s dry

II

Tears

Of the sky

Can be a curse

For the earth when it’s wet

III

Know

There’s change in all

So plot but don’t plot to fall

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

LOVE LIKE A BEE? (QUATRAIN)

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Love must be a butterfly

Flying here and sucking there

Deceiving beings by being sly

Because its angels are rare

II

Love must be a bed with bugs

Pinching beings when sleep is sweet

Denying addicts its hugs

And pushing beings to their feet

III

Love must be bee with honey

Combing around to make sweets

Only to fuss with money

And sting hearts to feel pain’s beats

IV

What I felt was what I feared

Exhilarating feeling

What I feared was what appeared

Disappointing and hurting

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

THWARTED

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Wow!

How did God allow this?

Many bottles he made

Like the ingenious crafter

In his branding thoughts

Now it turns into a huge show

a show of beauty

A show of durability

A show of class

A show of geography

A show of war

Not what He bargained for

I know

Lost!

We seem

Lost!

We scream

Lost!

We are

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

INFANTILE PLEASURES

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Kwame pees and peeps

His pleasures turns to sweat

His mama’s cane awaits

His papa’s stare would scare

His friends’ taunts would hurt

What must Kwame do?

What? What must Kwame do?

II

School is a bore

Shoes give him sore

All subjects are core

Each thing is a bore

But some kids ask for more

What must Kwame do?

What? What must Kwame do?

III

Way is there to play

Bay is there today

Clay will help him lay

He may say okay

But time will make it stray

What must Kwame do

What? What must Kwame do?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

PREACHER AND TEACHER

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So the preacher preached

On the pious pulpit

Looking on head tops

Charging by every “amen”

Like a goat, he was sent in

By a wife he thought was ignorant

And listened as he spoke

He held his pen and jotter

Turned when there was laughter

 After sermons he looked down

Only to find marked mistakes

Of the one who was untouchable on the pulpit

Does God utter mistakes?

Can’t God, owner of language,

Speak flawlessly by Himself?

Did his congregation hear him err?

Perhaps, after he had preached

He too should be given the chance to teach

To straighten all the bended language

Too bad he was thrown out like garbage

By smart bodyguards, before his words reached the mic

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

AFIA VRS OBINIM; MY TAKE ON THEIR TASTELESS PUBLIC COMEDY

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Today is Sunday, a day many churches wait for monies promised in the Bible to help the poor and needy and oh to give moral lessons. This is the day I choose to analyse and say my peace on the Pastor Obinim and Valentina’s saga. So apparently, Valentina Nana Agyeiwaa popularly known as Afia Schwarzenegger, who is the host of k⊃k⊃⊃k⊃, showed a video of Bishop Obinim in prophetic action, telling his congregation (who were in a cue) their fortunes in seconds. We cannot forget our Former President Rawlings’ advice to Ghanaians to watch out for fake men of God who are here to prey on the gullible and needy in society. He, known for calling a spade a spade, mentioned a few names and apparently, Bishop Obinim’s name showed up.

Afia, we know is a comedian. I would like us to remember that in times past, comedians were the only beings allowed to criticise those in authority without sanctions. Even now, I think those who take themselves seriously will never dare take comedians to court on account of what they have said against them, no matter how derogatory. My problem is how a Man of God will call a television show host “a thing short like a monkey” on his pulpit and threaten to haunt her in her dreams, in front of his congregation during his preaching which aired on television? Aren’t men of God supposed to be pure and saintly? Yes, they are human but aren’t their behaviour supposed to be like the Christ they are emulating? Where in the Bible is it written that Jesus Christ called a human being “a thing like a monkey”?

Now I need to know what was going through the minds of the Man of God’s congregation when he said that to their hearing. How did this Man of God think discerning Ghanaians will think of his outbursts? And that brings this to mind; what is the Christian Council doing about the language of this Man of God? Aren’t there rules and regulations, checkers to check the behaviours of Men and Women of God? Well, let me pause on this and move on to Afia.

She is known for saying her mind, most of us love her for that. She’s witty and has a lovable personality, yes we know. I understand the fact that she had to react to let the man know she is not afraid of him. I know she thought she had to react to let everyone know she is not an easy target; oh, it is needed in a job like hers and temper is in all beings, but did she not go too far? A lady, no matter your comic side must know a lady when you see one. The man insulted you and not his wife. How you had to go dig into his husband’s infidelity, how you had to mention that her husband said her female organ is like a manhole, how you had to say you were better than his wife was totally uncalled for. I believe in fair fighting. We know Florence Obinim, though there are many rumours and known bad behaviour surrounding her husband, we know that she has been clean, singing her gospel songs.

And now I ask the Christians; what is the criteria for being a bishop? If a man of God promises to haunt a fellow human being in her sleep, does that make the person powerful or voodoo? Which part of the Bible says “haunt those who speak ill of you in their sleep”? I know the “touch not my anointed and do my prophet no harm” part, but I’ve never heard of this before. Ghanaians must wake up, wash their faces with clean water, wear huge spectacles, if that will enhance their visions and be able to tell good prophets from bad ones. I am not saying Prophet Obinim is a bad prophet, I just want us to discern, with our intellectual properties and know the difference between some of these self imposed prophets and fetish priests. No matter our needs, subjecting ourselves to be taken advantage of sink us too low.

I must end by saying that God is the ultimate religion. If you really need something to hold on to, holding on to the knowledge that God does not belong to one human but to all is the ultimate. God is my potent medicine, my known religion and my ultimate help, for those confused, you might need to try my style.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

IF I WERE A CHRISTIAN

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Just as Christ came

Easing His way through hearts

Summoning hurdles to lie

Unleashing anger on sins, I would

Summon my conscience to light

II

If I were a Christian,

Saving me and all would be a priority

III

Tearing beings

Hesitating in helping

Ecstatically jubilating than saving, will be nil

IV

Soaring on righteousness

Opening roads to hopefulness,

No back biting the saints, will be my badge

V

Of course I would thank God

For every breath I last like the loyal cockerel

VI

Given the chance for billions,

On a platter of ease,

Dungeons of lions will not make me kowtow to sin

VII

If I were a Christian

I’ll know God is the ultimate

And know the similarities between

Christians and Muslims

And call on Jesus and Mohammed to sit

To strike out their differences

To clear up their misunderstandings

Leading to misinterpretations

So the world will be a better place for all

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

RACISTS ALERT

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These natural black overalls

These natural white overalls

These natural brown overalls

These natural yellow overalls

Are just overalls like all overalls

We wear them to cover worldly alls

And take them off for earth to blend

Then our souls are seen as one

Who fights for packaging

When all they do is package?

We end up bickering for nothing

And neglect the purpose of our journey

I’m black, I white

I’m poor, I’m rich

I’m ignorant, I’m literate

Which soil, six feet under, knows these?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

CUPID’S PAINFUL RHETORICALS

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What do I do?

I knew not the heart had eyes

II

What do I do

I knew not the heart had no ears

What do I do?

I knew not the heart runs faster than cars

III

What do I do?

When stifled, this heart tends to threaten bursting

IV

What do I do?

I feel like a being with an alien heart

V

What do I do?

If I can only see you in your absence?

VI

Please, tell me what I should do

When you want me not and this heart wants me not

I’m open for answers

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

BOUNCER

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You

Came here

And rubbed salt

Painfully …in

Caring not a hoot

About the heart with fears

 

You rubbed into injury

Salt which burned after your grave wound

Like a hobby, you loved beyond compare

You forgot I am a house built with bricks

Bricks which could return spears when tired

So we lie here, dying by our own accord

Look at me, let me look at you

Let’s replay the journey

And laugh through all

Cry through all

Into oblivion

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

ALL WHITE

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He’ll come today

With his magic rod

And his all white robe

To take you to shop

For life

Peace

Love

Happiness

And all that is fair

All you need to do,

I’m told,

Is to throw out the filth

Of worry

Of pain and shame

And look forward to glory

In your sleep

None will weep

Even lions will bow to greet you

That tranquillity will prevail

In the moon-star-sun lit dream

Where stars will parade and sing

Just for your entertainment

So sleep tightly right

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

WHEN STARS BEAMED

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He sent the bright stars

With many sweet candy bars

To bring me sweet smiles

II

The moon sat afar

And nodded in cute brightness

Smiling through it all

III

The sky beings thanked me

For brightness of my presence

I happily beamed

IV

Suddenly, clouds formed

And fumed, calling lightening

And thunder, and rains

V

None knew what went wrong

Not even I who received

The thunders roared mad

VI

With a sky between

And thunders rumbling all through

How do I find out?

VII

The stars have vanished

The moon is tightly hidden

Darkness clothes my shame

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

BLOCKED SKY

Photo by Julia Manuel
Photo by Julia Manuel

He

Smiled bright

Sending flights

Of blood

To crush

Within

II

He

Called me

From angles

And I rushed

Thinking not

To his feet

III

He

Used me

As his rag

And threw me out

Only to pick me up

After I was washed clean

IV

Now

I have seen

With my own eyes

The light that beckon

And I’ve made him my foot mat

Why does he wince like a wounded girl?

V

Move

Or stay?

Whatever his decision

I could care less

I’m stepping

And step, I must

He no longer blocks my sky

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

FOR HER INFANT- FOR KAY

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Julia Manuel photography

Those tears from veins

Zaps the life out of the womb

Squeeze the blood from the heart

Shrink the womb and make it squeak

Those are tears from a Mother for her infant

II

Those tears without brakes

Break the brakes and kill hope straight,

Cover the sky to block its light

Like doom, rain torrents of whipping tears

So you feel the heavens need you weeping

Tears from a Mother for her infant

III

My Kay

Come what may

I’ll always say

It’s okay

Once you smile in good health everyday

This is the wish from a Mother to her lovely born

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

INFANT LONERS

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I am a tadpole

A tadpole made to be a frog

My safe place is a cave in some safe river

But I thread where sharks and cat fishes hunt

Just to feed

My pole can’t swim far

But what can I do?

I came from somewhere

I know I came from somewhere

Yet it seems I was thrown away like rubbish

I was never taught where the water heats

I was never taught where the river runs deep

I know there are sharp teeth everywhere

My only equipment is my size

Even sympathetics do little

And I know there are many like me

They feel cold

Hungry

Lonely

Sad

And searching for rare food

But their calls

Yield no results

I’m a tadpole

Given a frog brain

By neglect

I see painted frogs

I see frogs, fat from food

None seems to notice me

A sad world it turned out to be

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

HIS BLOOD

I give you my own flesh

They do take it quickly

But still they think need

They go for His bones

He gets so broken

And broken

Broken

Blood

flows

From

Him

Into

Their

Flaming hot cups

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

PEACOCK’S ENQUIRY

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Mirror mirror on the wall

Who is the fairest of all?

Is it the goat, lion, sheep

Or the vulture?

You can boldly mention me;

The peacock, if I fit the position

MIRROR:

Only VULTURE comes close to the fairest of all

PEACOCK:

What?

The corpse eater?

MIRROR:

Yes

PEACOCK:

Why?

MIRROR:

Because he takes only what never hurts

He eats only to its fill

His meals gladly feed him

And he flies high to announce

And pay homage with his family

To his foods when it is bountiful

So he is the fairest of all

You peacock are too proud to be

That goat there, is too stubborn to be

That lion is too ruthless to be

And that sheep’s treats plants too cruel to be

Now stop looking for the fairest and just try to live right

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

Infoboxx GH Awards 2014

These awards need to be seen and recognised as observations and rightfully awarded. Humour is here too.

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Contributors: George Sam Jnr, Obaapanyin Acquaah, Freda Nyarkoa Nyarko, Tendana Hambali Dauda, Winfred Ofori, Kwame Gyata, Akwasi Yiadom, Louis Adu-Amoah, Emmanuel Boakye, Lambert Coffie Atsivor, Manasseh Awuni Azure, Qwarm Erzuah, Linda Narh, Kwame Gyata, Abena Magis, AR Zakari, Fiifi Okyne, Clarence Amoateng, Yvonne Boateng, Eddie Ameh Snr

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  1. Sikamanian of the Year: Posthumous award to Komla Dumor. Even in death, you made us proud. You inspired us all. Rest in peace.
  2. Most Popular Job: Social media footsoldier, also known as Internet Warrior. They are like the email spammers and 419-ners: they are perpetually present and changing their methods but their bad grammar always gives them away.
  3. The most anti-climax moment of the Year: The announcement by Ayittey Powers that he wasn’t going to fight Bukom Banku again, after all the hype.
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SINS OF STATICS (HAIKU)

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Pockets do differ

But the sun shines bright for all

Sins may tag confines

II

Sins may tag confines

Sustenance is expensive

Still the air is free

III

Tell me of suicide

And I’ll show you an ingrate

In your own mirror

IV

Hardship calls efforts

That makes it interesting

To the hard-worker

V

I’m up and about

Please just be up and about

And let us all win

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

PECK WISELY

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This uncanny saucepan

Lies on its back

To trace its chickens

Harbour no thoughts of trickery

For it folds when your fruition ends

So peck like chickens

Don’t use your beaks like lions

If you harm earth foods

Before their fruition

This uncanny saucepan

Will help you eat

And still make you pay

When it needs its meal

I took a cue

When the rich and poor

Lie equal in this saucepan

Like the chickens they are

When it folds on their end

So look and take a cue

And peck wisely

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

BE MINE: LOVE, LUST AND LAID

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Some are cigarettes

Lighted, pulled and stepped on

Some are alcohol

Drank, drunk, alert and forgotten

Some are cars

Used, crashed and abandoned

Some are foods

Eaten, digested and eased out dirty

I don’t want to be either above

I need to be your eyes

That one person who sees through your lies

I need to be the one who holds your pulse

That one person who lights your path

In the cold and windy breeze,

I need to be the one who heats your world

Let me occupy your thoughts

Just build a castle of memories for me

In your golden thoughts

And let me do same

Then we can hold hands

Like beautiful swans

Through this journey

Of love, lust to being laid

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

BREAKING BENDS

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Bread broken unequal brings baits

Beckoning hatred, brewing feuds

Beasts in brains when awoken roar

Burning blind poor innocent beings

Before bears break and beasts do bounce

Break breads equally to straighten

Bended breaks and let the peace be

Brothers and sisters share great bonds

Burns are bitter, warm is better

Breeching the fairness code hurts cold

Best things grow with satisfaction

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

 

WHEN ALL IS FAIR

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Picture by Julia Manuel

Even stones are blasted

By the creation of mind’s art

Man, who art thou

To put out light

In another’s candle?

II

In a journey

Which all are meat

For the insatiable earth

And hungry scavengers,

Who is who

To squash the flower

Of another which yearns like yours?

III

We’re in this race

We all have our paces

And move with our faces.

When one trips

On your account

Let it be free of your conscience

Then this game will be fair

And your conscience will be clear

I value the conscience

Than winning.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

SAINTS AND SINS

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Let all saints be put together

And a giant screen be mounted

Let them know they’re on their own

Sit, watch keenly and see how sin grows

It’s root cannot be seen germinating

It’s little plant cannot be seen on any path

It’s odour cannot be smelt even when near

Because it grows in sheltered hearts unseen

Yes, it grows in hearts falling to confidence spree

It grows with horns before its harm is seen

Then it gains root that none can uproot

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

THE LITTLE HOUSE GIVES HER THANKS (CRAZY STANZAS)

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Travellers merged

To produce this house

And when they parted

They left her unprotected.

II

Though unoccupied,

God brought forth strong trees

To be her guards

And gave them more leaves

To break all winds

III

Why won’t this house jubilate?

There can be an earthquake

Time may blow it down

But in this living world,

It’s a house secured

As any secured house could be

IV

Now the house thanks God

And thanks the great trees

For all their help

In making her be

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

I AM HERE (MY SONG)

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I walked for long

I sang my song,

And I feel among

Now I feel so strong

Beeecause:

          

(Chorus)

I made it

Through the fire, I made it

 

I made it

Through the storm, I made it to be here

To be here

 

I made it

Through the hurdles, I made it

 

I made it

God helped me through, I made it

And I’m here

Oh I’m glad I took that step to be here

 

II

I remember long time ago

When I trembled with no ego

Through the storm

Through the rain

With no shoes

Walked on gravels

They hurt

They cut, I bled

I dreaded the cold

And fell, and cried

But God held my hands and pulled my through to be here

But now: (Chorus)

 

I made it

Through the fire, I made it

 

I made it

Through the storm, I made it to be here

To be here

 

I made it through the hurdles

I made it

 

I made it

God helped me through

I made it and I’m here

Oh I’m glad I took that step to be here

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

TO GOD (JOSEPH’S STAR)

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I

Me

Thinking right?

Not having a fright?

The sun is not shinning bright

I must look for restful place

Where do I look now?

Front or back?

Dazed

II

Father

What is me?

Will I ever see?

There is no prompter for you

I only see a barrier

No clue you are there

Please hear me

Cry

III

Please

I need you

Let me see your face

So I can all doubts erase

Then I can have faith in You

I am now stuck here

Bending in

Wait

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

SHARP CONTRAST- THANKSGIVING

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I

So cold

In many folds

Elsewhere

 

II

Many beings

Sit shivering

Elsewhere

III

Thanksgiving

Is what trends

Elsewhere

IV

Why is sun cooking on this land?

Tamale contrasts the cold

Elsewhere

V

But like a grateful child,

I say my thanks

Here

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

DRUMS AND NEEDS (HAIKU)

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I

All huge noisy drums

Filled to their satisfaction,

Calm and zip their mouths.

II

Leave them just half full

And their grumblings will be heard

By a little push

III

Such a pretty drum

Needed a pipe which could fill

Not a half giver

IV

It’s such a pity

That both giver and drum fell,

Dissatisfaction!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

SOUND SLEEP

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Singing saints sing in streams

Strolling straight, singing sound

Serving souls soaring sails

Striking serpents snaking sins

Sleep soundly, a soul so sweet

Sleep soundly in sweeting serenades

Soar smoothly without sighs

Sins are stopped in sendings

Certainly, you are the boss

Being protected in dreams

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

HELP HEAL

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I

Roaring rays

Raising ruins

Raising wrecks

Reaching rules

II

Hear Havoc!

Have hearts!

Hurt hatred!

Heal humans!

III

Love lives

Long lives

Leading lives

Loaning leaps

IV

We’ll work

When wise

We’ll win

Win wars

V

Roaring rays

Reaching real

Rest right then

Reap your rise

When we win

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2o14

CHASING DREAMS

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I

I am chasing running stars

Running to the world of Mars

But my throat cries for the bars

To quench its thirst and have rest

II

Heart in chest has its choices;

Heed throat and other voices,

Close its heart to the noises,

And give stars a chase at best

III

There are voices of others

Who do have some crude offers

“Dipping my body in death”

But I do cherish my breath

IV

Here I go, chasing the stars

If you look for me in bars

Then you will miss me in Mars

Cos I’ll bring stars back to earth

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

A HEART IN RUSSIA

LOVE

I

You are ice cold

I’m in hot fold

You love Jesus

I so love God

I’m branded sinner

You’re a holy saint

You hate my ways

I dislike your unrealities

But you love me so

And I love your innocence

II

A heart in Russia

Too good for Cecilia

I need you to know

You could be my blessing

And I your blessing

Perhaps I’m a coward

 I don’t want to be a Juliet

And I need no Romeo

Because I don’t want to die

Before my life starts

Just to prove a point

III

You offer a brand new heart

To a stitched heart

And as to my lovely dog

You care less

But this vehicle

Is full of tentacles

Can you be the driver

Who’ll tear them to pieces?

Love is a shade

The lovers are the actors

Will we choose the right batons

If I join this race?

A shadow is me

A shadow is you

Shadows grow tall

As the sun goes down

Perhaps time will give the answer

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(After today, I need to take a few days off to work on my nearly completed novel. I wish my followers still visit my blog. I wouldn’t be long. Thank you all for following, liking, commenting and showing me love. I truly truly appreciate it and I’m thankful )

CORPSE RHETORICALS (TRIOLET)

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Feed the corpses, aren’t they hungry?

Dressed in beautiful clothes and stiff?

And you stand fanning with money?

Feed the corpses, aren’t they hungry?

No breath; you now have attention?

You’ve shown you care for the breathless

Feed the corpses, aren’t they hungry?

Who throws away anything  rich?

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FETISH PRIESTS

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Fetish pastors possessed

On Holy grounds

Claim

Its the work of the Christian God

For none sees powder

None sees tails

None sees dreadlocks

All we see are expensive clothes

Some jewelleries

Mirrored shoes

And some hitting-noses-hard-perfumes

Are gods now wearing the mask of God?

Possession in spinning!

Possession in falling!

Possession in shouting!

Then visions in eyes-closed format,

Ei!

Fetish pastors with huge titles

Dr. Dr. Sower of Rocks!

Professor Emeritus, Walker on water!

Fetishes in darkness

Fetish pastors in daylight!

Humans with grave needs have no eyes

Humans with little needs see

I’m waiting for the day

The seers will fetch the blinded their eyes

I know your stools will be pulled

From under your hard sticky buttocks

And like dead lizards

You will lie on your backs

Then we will open your stomachs

To see the “godly” monies you spent

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CRASHING FRIENDS (DOUBLE ETHEREE)

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I

Beings

So close;

Their small hurts

Pierce like sharp swords

The bleeding won’t stop

And their mind-walking too

Talk of their bad mood arrest

I try, to sit, to stop, the spin

I try, to walk, to stop, it’s tight hold

But it never, ever, leave its tight grip

 

II

They say two close trees do crash hard sometimes

They say  teeth and tongue settle their fights

They say nice flowers do have thorns

Better the angel you know;

Another, but it hurts

Why won’t the hurt stop?

I try, but cry

I sit, sad;

Thinking

Wrong

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SOMETHING SHADY

LIFE

I

Something shady,

I see the many

Feeling like vultures

Living on structures

Flying distances to eat

Foods none will boot with feet

II

Something shady

I see the many

Hovering here

Hovering there

Needing nickles

To buy sandwiches with pickles

III

Something shady

I see a lady

Mingling

Swinging

Showing more

I guess she wants more

IV

Something shady

I see children acting shady

To please street masters

Who hide in shutters

To fill their bellies

Oh these valley lilies!

V

There’s something shady

About all feeting

About all seating

About all jumping

And that which is shady

Is you and I and them trying so hard to live

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SERENADES

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Winds serenading in seeping

Birds serenading with singing

Trees serenading with instrumentals

The seas lie calm

Listening to its fellows

Oh!

I will do same

Gifts, when ignored for long

Vanish without traces

I will let myself be infected

By the smiles of the world

My friend, do same

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ANOTHER SCENE

RAINBOW

I

I bow

And vow

To show

My foes

How bright Days

Need  to be celebrated

To lovingly wash

My supposed sins

From their minds

II

Like rainbow

Beautiful as a show

Every wake, is a take

In the scene of the annals

Of life and

Great living

Even clowns will lighten

The future with laughter

Thank you Waker

I’m alive!

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HARMONY OF THE SKY

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I

Shiny sun,

Gentle rayed moon,

Twinkling stars,

All shine to light

II

None competes

For another’s space

Because they know 

Their precious places

III

The sun has a tempo

That it controls itself,

While the moon appears;

Little by little until 

It stands in the middle of the sky

Accompanied by the little stars

Who leave grandly in their own time

IV

If only we were sky beings

We’d know harmony

And see with delight

We’d leave and come

Without a spark

We’d love ourselves

And work so right 

Too bad we’re watching

Too bad we’re not seeing

Let alone learn

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MINDS ON INTERNET STREETS

LOVE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kwaku, if we go back

To the beginning of time

And I pick my great sack

And follow as you pluck

And I pick them fruits

Until I can no longer hold the sack

And you help me home

With a big smile

Wouldn’t love feel original?

 

 

What if I wrapped myself in greens

And took you to the screens

Of the sky and let the earth watch

In admiration and desperation?

 

 

Ooooh! I would have loved

That we’d bath in the streams of the cloud

Kwaku, wouldn’t you have loved it

If I served you in clay

And sang songs accompanied by your leg taps?

Shieeee, Kwaku,

I don’t you think peace was chased into the bush

With every advancement of civilization?

Kwaku, Kwaku, Kwaku!

Oh! You didn’t hear a thing

You are chatting on-line.

Sorry, bodies living together

Minds wandering on internet streets

Story of our lives!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014