The goat painted red

The town, until it ended up dead

Leaving its huge bread


It wore it all

And all unlike poles took the fall

Until that nasty call


The knife watched as it grew

Time bit and fanned it as it grew

It felt not the wings of time as it flew


An occasion is all it took

For all eyes to have a look

And for all minds to have it booked


Where did it all go?

The many things and beautiful flow?

It would’ve been better if it lived

It would’ve lived longer

Although slimmer and spared itself the tip of cruel knife

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



“Tooooo, tontononto tooooooo to

Tooooo tontononto toooooo to

“Mmoa nyinara, bedime so rougho

Na ntontom so ne hena, na obegyina masoho

Na obeye me tooo,

Na mensu, menpe tooo to”

What a nasty song!

Life is like a short puzzle

No matter what it gives me a bad sizzle

How can the world be so fizzle

As to give me days in life?


My existence, they say, is poisonous

I can’t sing, they say it’s annoying

Give me a little blood, they decrease my life span

If I escape, there’s the ruthless spraying

Or the poisonous smoke coil

How can a mosquito turn rat?


I am killed not for meat

I am killed not for skin

I am killed not for glory

The mention my name with annoyance


By the reach of the last syllable, I mostly end up dead

Poisonous or not, am i the creator of myself?

See humans, most of them more poisonous

Yet they make me their greatest enemy


What I hate most is their abhor-able song

“Tooooo, tontononto tooooooo to

Tooooo tontononto toooooo to

“Mmoa nyinara, bedime so rougho

Na ntontom so ne hena, na obegyina masoho

Na obeye me tooo,

Na mensu, menpe tooo to”

I have really suffered!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Machines of running

Helpers and murderers alike

Shine your eyes so bright


Machines of running

This pet takes off inside you

Please use care and run


You’re an errant boy

You, as you, need not be coy

So go slow, sweet boy


The hands which made you

You’ve proven your ruthlessness

Many mouths now weep


If yours is to feed

On blood, I tell you it does

You no good, it stains


Guide your steps but run

Take me to place of return

You’re god made by man

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



So she wore a high moke

And held a nice smoke

Spotting a bow tie

Pretending not to lie

Until the smoke caught her hair

Oh the shouts: I am a rat! I am a rat!

Not a human, please see me not on your plates

Call for the fire service!


So she put on a lipstick

And held a tooth pick

Holding a big hand bag

In a suit spotting a swag

Until her head was pushed into her bag

Oh the screams: I am a bat

Please see me not hoarding your soups

Help bring daylight!


So he wore a macho which attracted the fairs

And shaved off his all hairs

Wearing a spectacle

Dressed like a nice oracle

Until a hunter shot a gun

He jumped and held a branch

Shouting: “I am a monkey

Please hold the hunter”


Poor pretenders

Putting on shows of thunders

Which strike and shake their unders

Really hurt, falling asunder

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Once a fisherman went to fish

He rowed his boat and started to fish

On a lonely sea with many a fish

Hoping for a sweet dish

Then he heard, “I wish you turn fish”

He looked round, saw none, and concluded it was a talking fish

He run home to prevent God from granting the wish of the fish


Once a farmer went to farm

He took his cutlass to weed and farm

In a very lonely area was his farm

All the while thinking about a bouncy harvest of yam

Then he heard, “Why do you always cause us harm?

I wish you would turn weed so I can cause you harm”

He panicked and made his feet warm

By running away from his farm


Wonder hides and scares

Anyone who dares

Sending love to a heart which cares

And to the doubter, some stares

None can these explain ever

Every natural earther has a heart

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Dear doppy diary

Drown my tears

And be draped in its shape


How can you take these words

And still close your mouth

Hoping a saviour will you find?


You know you’re confined

But you act so refined

Yet harbour my horrors


Dear doppy diary

I know you might always be high

So all you do is to invisibly sigh


I too need an advice

I feel bad piling your loads

But can’t you speak for yourself?


Dear doppy diary

At least pray for healing days

So happiness can shine in your court

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Shame always tames

I went for a walk

In a very unfamiliar place

With mouths which spoke in earthly tongues

Feeling lost and paranoid

Then I heard “nyini!”

I frowned


What does this person mean?


Could that be a name of an animal?

Could that mean they want to kill me

Could that mean a mean insult?

Could this be an aim for shame?

Like a wounded lion I sharpened my senses

Hurrying, then I heard it again

“Nyini!” This time louder


I gathered momentum

Raced to the body with the uncontrollable tongue

And said now tell me “nyini”

And I will make sure you become “nyini”

He repeated it and I punched him hard

Many voices raced to me

All shouting “nyini!”

Now scared, I shouted back

Then a familiar voice asked

“What is going on dear?”

I told my host about their disrespect

He laughed and explained

“Nyini” is “you” in their mother tongue

Shame tapped and tamed me

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



It shot very far

I realized it was a star

I guess I went far


Peacock in a bar

How can these feathers go far

To show without mar?


So I threw it far

Watched it brighten like a star

When it reached that far


Oh my good good star!

Can I have you back from far?

I will be your car!


Too late, it’s afar

Brightening in another

Like a bright star, ah!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



The sun’s claws of heat

And the harmattan’s beak of

Cold are different but

Their similarity strikes

They make lovely cute dawn cry


How two enemies

Can step on a meek lady

Is like the ladle

Which stirs fear in my mind’s pot

I’ll make no bones about it


But dawn loves its place

And will defend both lovers

No matter their bad

Treatment of her, that’s the truth

Nature, its place; a wonder!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



They get to live to see

The few steps I take

But they still love for me

To have my lifetime break

Until they finally many a me see

They look back wanting to have me again


I am also with a heart

A heart which needs to extension gain

Every second’s death breaks my heart

Every minute’s extinction gives me pain

The hourly killings are like knives in my heart

The daily death makes me go insane

The weekly extinctions hit me like a heavy bat

I have to kneel to clear my thinking bane

Now it is a confusion how younger ones push me

And older ones hates to see me go

Alas! My life is ending

And my last step hangs in the air preparing to join the other

Time never allows me to overstay my welcome


So I leave

I hope those who were left in me stop whining

Because they get to see many a me

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



I caught his fever

And begun to shiver

All I needed was his river

To calm my shivers and fever


I called a driver

And became a believer

That once he me delivers

And I fell into his river, I’d truly be delivered


I went with this fever

Into the hall of this liver

Thinking he’d open his river

To calm my shiver


Oh dear reader or listener

If you are reading or listening

I was made a spanner

To loosen the bolt of a naughty Hannah


When all else failed

I was frightened to be jailed

By the strong will of injection

So I fled, shivers running being chased by rejection

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



I never knew

I hoarded a stream which bubbled

Until I saw the fish

Which made it vivid

And now I yearn for it to swim


Come and swim

You little wriggly fish

Make my stream dance into a dream

I may pleasurably happily scream

Or painfully turn to laugh and beam

But all it’ll do is fill my cup

So come, undress and swim


You may be caught by sharp sharks

Or may be bitten by a sea snake

But a wily fish must fear no stream

It must move in knowing the comfort zones

So come, undress and swim


Come and swim

And with me dream

If we scream and beam

Our rays will merge

Attracting invisible fishes to come and be

And live to laugh, wriggle and dance

To life’s beautiful wily rhythms

So come, undress and swim

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014 


Photo Credit: Annie
Photo Credit: Annie

Donkeys are nothing

Like monkeys

The former walk like heartless robots

The latter have options to walk, swing or jump


Cats are no bats

The former are forever walking thieves

The latter, forever banished livers of daylight

Each sect nursing its scandal


Fishes have liberties in seas

But know the fact that they can turn dishes

Upon earthers’ wishes so the beauty of birdy flies

Can never bring them out on their own fins


Know you, like I know me

Love you, like I like me

Nurse you, like I nurse me

No matter your stature, you have a fracture

A fracture of wanting an addition

An addition you can never get

Believe it or not, many want additions they find on you

And so it goes

That wanting steals limbs of living

And connives with time

To make you trip on time’s slime

Into a heated hole

On that ride, you realize too late

That you never paused to live

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Once in a flowing dress

I walked along the sea in duress

Hoping the breeze would help caress

My soul, and tow the wrecked pain on my mind

Then I saw her;

A woman of women and men

With hair like protective bush

Too beautiful with no room for transparency

A face like God

Looking at it, none gets bored

Its beauty could cut like a sword

In her eyes, waters of love dance

Putting lookers into trance

Making all wish to in it dance

Her ringed neck was adorned with the finest of beads

In her breasts were sewn beautiful promising seeds

Her arms like a welcoming path,

Promised me a bath

No matter my thinking maths.

Her clothes of many living greens;

Some with many healing spleens

And others with many nourishing teens,

Flowed like an unseen garment

Down her flawless adornments

I bet critiques would have no bad judgements.

At a glance

I took a stance

I wanted to be her, down to her little nuances

She was all

Golden mother who would take all fall,

Working father with boiling red blood,

An embodiment of foods ready to feed

And showed all one wished to see with a shinning black star

She trivialised all I was

But I looked at her then

Looked at me

And felt strange

I was in her

That was my mother

Yes, me viewing my great motherland,

A land in Africa shining brighter than usual

A land bridging all hurdles and standing tall,

That was me watching Ghana, my motherland

I can’t be more proud, relieved and safe

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



I swam through the pain of pleasure

Aiming to end up a great treasure

I looked forward to being free

And wanted to go on a life’s spree

I got out with happy tears

Thinking I could bridge my fears

But no,

There was something I didn’t know

I fell into the realms of groups


Fell into a geographical circle,

A country,

Fell into a social circle,

Low class,

And fell into a colour circle,


Needless to say paper is boss

And has guards who kill at his will

Was this what I bargained for?

All groups and classes scream

Telling me to shun my dreams

Making me dream of drowning in streams

I wish a magic angel will wash me gleam

And wash all these earthly tangles

And like the sun in a huge clear sky

Make me live with no lie

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



It is paint given in plain pots

Another shot being added to the past shots

You can make it a whisky shot

Or make it a fanta shot, I now reckon

My grandma told me so

And put it in these see through words


“Dear Tawiah,

My only eye in this huge but small world,

Never expect more from the new

You have to work to use your paint

To paint the world as you move along

It is paint given to be poured or used


There are painters who pour into pots

All eyes see are the debris of pouring

None sees the colour they were given

And they end up looking for paints of others

Never appreciating whatever they were or will be given

If they see their faults, they learn to approach the future


There are painters who pour away their paints

In anger and lack of appreciation

Some know not what to do with theirs

But none needs to be tutored to paint

Some pour thinking they hurt their makers

Little do they know they make them heavy shoes,

Heavy filthy shoes which hinder their moves


There are painters who use their paints well

They mix their colours for eyes to see

And in front of their walls with their brushes in hand

They care not at all about their tainted clothes

And work to attract other painters 

Some hands pause to applaud happy paintings

Some mouths pause to critique the other painters

Some legs get rooted in front of awesome paints

As some legs run from other paints

But what is most important is how fulfilled the painters are


It is the same pot

Left at the gate of renewed light and dark travels

It blocks the path

And forces all to touch

In order to move

So think about your paint

Think creativity

Think beautifully about your handiwork

And follow through by painting

Never think about what the path holds

The path holds no treasure,

It awaits your treasure

Ones it will hold with pleasure

So think of the paint that will lift people like planes

Into the land of dreams

Ones they will be motivated to add to

Never think of what others might make for you

In the end, we are what we make

No gift can hug to make one fulfilled

Once this seeps in

You surely will survive

I give you this piece of my mind

I hope it revives you”


Then, I never understood

Now, I absolutely do

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Paaa, paaaa, paaa, paa, paaa

A child is born

One who deserves a horn


Paaa, paaaa, paaa, paa, paaa

Grab your coat

And board a boat


Paaa, paaaa, paaa, paa, paaa

Who cares to hate

Please grab a plate


Paaa, paaaa, paaa, paa, paaa

I hear the love

Which streams from above


Paaa, paaaa, paaa, paa, paaa

Where are the bells? Ring!

Where is the choir? Sing!


Paaa, paaaa, paaa, paa, paaa

Be for once a clown

And roam carelessly in town


Paaa, paaaa, paaa, paa, paaa

Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa

Paaa, paaaa, paaa, paa, paaa

Hei hii hei hoo hei hee hoo

Be the best that best can be

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Days have dragged us to

Christmastide hoping for love

Urging mouths to smile


Harmattan pampers

African soil, winter frowns

Loud on foreign lands


It is a challenge

For blood to boil in live terms

So let goodness flow


Don’t murder birds to 

Chew alone, try thinking free

And bless the others


You can ignore grown

Plants who bears no fruit but don’t

Ignore the young shoots


If they are watered

Right, next season it’ll grow to

Feed, so feed their seeds


Love and love freely

It is a season of love

And so love we must show

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(Merry Christmas to all my Christian followers and all who read on amoafowaa.com. Jesus is the reason for the season, preach Christ, preach love. I love Ghana, because this is the place Muslims celebrate Christmas and Christians celebrate Salah. We are one people, one nation, one world, let’s see it as such. Blessings.)



I am looking up

So I know

The clouds hang on your sky

And rains tears on your head

I see from far

I don’t see how your heart churns

But trust me, your sun is fast approaching

So don’t give up


During these times,

I know failure stands tall

Mocking you to give up

It is not to be blamed

It is just doing its job

Who wants to fail?

Even failure hates to fail

So struggle

Struggle through it all


It is as it should be

When you fall

Through the storm and

Your ears are shut,

Your eyes are blurred,

Your mouth tightly closed,

Your nose suffers to keep you safe.

Your head must help

And your will must fight


Stories are told of the larvae

Who struggled through its cocoon

Hoping to be a butterfly

A child thought it was hurting

And helped it out

It died shortly because it didn’t go through

The stages it needed to to be a butterfly

We are all in our cocoons

How we get out to fly

Must be through our struggles

My sky is not exactly clear

And as someone from afar sees mine

So do I see yours

And so I know your sun is fast approaching

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



You stand afar

Shining like a star

I lie on the bed of darkness

Yearning for your touch of sweetness

Please come!

Come to me


I have many yearnings

But have little earnings

I look at you and I know

That only you can shame my foe

So please come!

Come to me


I need your touch in this heat

Because I know like ice it can soak my feet

And lift my thoughts like a cap

And let me have this sweet nap

So please come!

Come to me


With your wings guarding my bed

I know none will venture my shed

Because this territory will be flagged red

And my wandering soul will be well fed

So just come!

Just come to me


When you come

Let me see thee

For you’re stuck with me

Although you’re an angel

I’ll behave then

And will surely feel more secured

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

Meet Nana Awere Damoah: The Ghanaian Voice of Objectivity and Reason

Nana Awere Damoah is my guest post for today. He is a man with brains and an objective voice. I can say he is the writer with the voice of reason in Ghana. His words “Ghanamonosyncratic nsempiisims” stuck with me from his book, I speak of Ghana where he presented all things as they seem in Ghana. I am very glad to have the honour of this interview with a true Ghanaian patriot.




Nana, please tell us about you, from birth to now in summary.


Thanks for this opportunity, Mum C. I was born 39 years ago in a taxi on its way from Kotobabi to Korle-bu. My brother remembers the registration number of the taxi and says someone (I can’t remember who) won the lottery with the numbers the week after I was born! My family were staying in a compound house at Abavanna Down in Kotobabi and that is where I was brought up, spending the first twenty-five years of my life. From the local preparatory school – Providence Preparatory – I moved on to Ghana National College in Cape Coast, where I spent seven eventful years, and where my passion for writing first emerged. I then had my first degree at University of Science and Technology in Kumasi (I am old school, see? It is KNUST now) where I got my training in Chemical Engineering, further proceeding to the UK for a year’s Masters at Nottingham University. I am married with three lovely children, mothered by a great wife. I have been a published author since 2008, with four books and two compilations which I edited for fun. I have also contributed to two anthologies.


Aside from being a writer, what else do you do as a profession? I ask this because it is a fact that writing is not lucrative in Africa.


My day’s job is currently as a Technical Manager with a manufacturing company. I oversee Quality Assurance, Health, Safety & Environment and New Product Development amongst others. I am also responsible for Safety across our Africa operations, which covers seven countries. I have indicated in the past that we have very few full-time writers in Africa and so you are right. For me, having a day’s job helps for me to express myself mainly as a writer not primarily focused on the monetary aspects, which then become more of a bonus rather than the objective for my writing.


Was writing something you always wanted to do?


You know, it is not a question I have really reflected on in the past. I found writing to be a good way of expressing my thoughts. And for affecting my society. I found writing as a good tool for follow-up when the ministry I was part of – Joyful Way Incorporated – came back from outreaches. From the preparatory school, through secondary school and to the University, I engaged with literary groups and honed my craft, from short story writing, to poems and then articles. In 1997, I won first prize for a Step Magazine story writing competition. Having my short stories published in The Mirror enhanced my confidence. In 2004 when I started sharing my thoughts on my observations, via emails in what I called Empower Series (the main materials for my first two books Excursions in my Mind and Through the Gates of Thought), I realised that the feedback was great and the thoughts resonated with my friends who also forwarded them. So was writing something I always wanted to do? I dunno, really. All I can say is that my love for literature has always been there, and writing evolved as a part of this passion.


The older generation and this new generation, comparing their reading abilities, which is better?


What has changed a lot is the exposure to audio-visuals, versus what we experienced growing up when, say in our compound house in Kotobabi, only one tenant had a television! So there were more opportunities to read. And we had libraries working well. These days, many gadgets compete for our attention and if you sat in trotro from Odorkor to Circle, most of the passengers would be browsing on their phones rather than reading a book. Progressively, also, we have people gravitating towards more succinct and shorter text to read, and this affects our reading abilities.


Gadgets are necessary devils huh? What can be done to salvage the deteriorating habit of reading in our young generation?


Get our kids exposed to books. Let them love books right from infancy. We also need more indigenous writers, writing about our experiences that readers can identify with. My pet beef is that generally when we talk about arts and entertainment in Ghana, we mean music and dance. Take any newspaper and check out the entertainment pages and you will see what I am talking about. So as a nation, we are paying only lip service to our desire to encourage a reading culture. We are developing our arts and culture only on one leg. Our libraries need to be re-activated. We have to move to digital platforms also and embrace technology, so that even those on phones can have access to good reading materials.


Let’s move to agriculture. Do you think food production in Ghana is enough to feed this country in an emergency?


No, we are net importers of food. Take a look at your meals today and reflect on where each of the ingredients comes from. We may have some good stock of some of our foods just after the harvesting periods but not across the year.


You are the man whose voice resonates across the land, I need you to tell us about the political system of Ghana with emphasis on whether or not it is helping the nation.


Politics is to help the country transform, progressively. I believe in baby steps, in a nation making progress daily. Our politics today is full of noise, not vision and planning. Our politicians have taken over even the institutions that should outlive their 4 year cycle, institutions that should be apolitical and help us plan decades ahead. So what we have is a 4 year cycle that is full of campaigning for a good two years and we are left with only two years of work, based on at most a four-year development plan. I ask: who is thinking for Ghana? Who is planning for Ghana? Do you know the agenda for Ghana for 2054? At best, it sits in a manifesto that has no broad-based input and support.


Lol. I love the personification you give it, “sit in a manifesto”. My next question, can you tell us about your most disgusting trait in politicians?


NATO – No Action, Talk Only. It is easy to be a politician in Ghana today – you only need to know how to apportion blame and to talk. Too much talk. We talk too much.


NATO. What an acronym! Aside all the things you do, recently, your Facebook group refurbished a school for the Apagya Community. What was your inspiration?


Allow me to talk about the inspiration for the group DGG in our outreaches, because it is not about me; it is about the collective that I am only honoured to lead. We have been in existence for about three years and when we turned two years, we decided that we will do an outreach to a community outside Accra. Incidentally, our first outreach was to Apagya where we donated books and stationery. Since then, we have been to two schools in the Volta region, where we donated literature books per their syllabus and this year, we reached out to inmates in Nsawam Prison who are studying at various levels of education; here again, we donated textbooks and stationery. As you can see, we have been focused on supporting education and giving back to society in deprived communities. This year’s Apagya project was our biggest so far and we got a lot of support from our friends across the world, some who just believed in us and donated via Facebook, and the inspiration remained the same: we feel blessed and Ghana has made us, so we have to give back. This aligns with my personal inspiration. The Apagya project was so fulfilling and seeing the smiles on the faces of the children is an experience that will remain with me forever.



We have so many Non-Governmental Organizations in Ghana, yet there are so many communities suffering. What do you think is the cause of this?


It is a failure of leadership. Our development agenda is not encompassing enough and we are doing so little in a situation where much is needed to be done fast. Again, specifically for NGOs, check where the bulk of their income is spent on and you will understand why most of them have no impact. Development aid can only be an aid, development must come from the communities and support should ultimately help to make the communities self-supporting, for them to own their own development agenda. Ask yourself why the northern part of Ghana has the highest number of NGOs and yet is so underdeveloped. By the way, that is a microcosm of what African is. 


I need you to grade our presidents from Former President Rawlings to President Mahama.


Each of them has done his bit. Allow me to focus on the fourth republic alone, especially with President Rawlings. My best grade goes to President Kufuor; the worst is President Mahama.


What impressed you about Former President Kufour and what are the flaws of President Mahama?

NANA: Kufour espoused a vision right from the beginning, was structured, had tried and tested ministers and his achievements were tangible. I can’t say much of same for the current President.


Nana do you think some Members of Parliaments are stooges instead of the mouthpiece of their constituencies?


One of the questions that has engaged my mind is by what criteria we elect our MPs. What exactly do we expect them to do for our constituencies? When we have fully analysed that question, we better assess their performance in respect of their obligations towards their constituencies. So I can only assess them based on their role as law makers and for arguing the cause of the citizens in terms of law-making and running the country. In this respect, I would say most of them are not independent of the direction of their parties at any point in time. That is why there is a Whip, right? The party system is one of the reasons why we are where we are, the parties have become too powerful and affects our development as a country. So, they are stooges of their parties and not true representatives of the people.


Let’s move to our health concerns. This year Africa shakes with buzzing news of the dreadful ebola flagging our continent. Although a few countries were affected, do you think Africa has suffered or is likely to suffer future consequences of this canker?


The consequences are already here with us. Ebola affected business badly, tourism was affected across the continent, even in my work, some projects were delayed because of restrictions in travel. The economies of Liberia, Sierra Leone and Guinea will need a lot of support to bounce back.


Did Africa manage this outbreak well?


We didn’t manage it. Did we? Did you see any concerted African leadership? Where was the African Union? ECOWAS mostly talked and created traffic in Accra at the peak of the crisis. We are not prepared even for the next big epidemic! This is a subject I treated in my Sebitically Speaking column: http://www.infoboxdaily.com/your-world/sebitically-speaking/item/1861-sebiticals-chapter-3-ebola-gullibility-and-the-impotent-entity-called-african-union


Let’s talk about the Ghana Association of Writers. Are you a member?


Yes I am, though not very active because I am not based here. The current leadership has revitalised the association and it can only get better.



Are Ghanaian writers united if not what can they do to be united?


We need more activation. I wouldn’t use the word ‘united’, sound a bit cliché for me. It is about coordination. A friend asked me recently whether there is a listing of all books published by Ghanaians and a list of writers online that he could assess. I couldn’t think of one. We need that. We have to engage more. I wish to see GAW and writers getting more involved in book launches, in supporting one another, in getting our books to schools and other distribution routes, having more book readings. The Writers Project of Ghana is doing great work too, with their monthly readings, book clubs and their program on Citi FM on Sunday evenings. There should be collaborations between all such associations, linking up with the poetry groups around such as Ehalakasa. I wish to see writers becoming a voice that speak to current issues in the country.


Let’s move on to role models. Who are your role models?


In writing or in life generally? In writing, I have been influenced greatly by Dale Carnegie, Chinua Achebe, Uncle Ebo Whyte and Kofi Akpabli. In life generally, my parents have influenced me a lot by their belief in creating a better life for me, my grandfather, Abraham Lincoln, Ace Ankomah and Yaw Nsarkoh; there are many others I learn from by just observing and reading about them.


Do the right role models get to be in the limelight where many children search?


I don’t like to romanticise role models and see them as some far-away personalities. Role models are around us all the time and the first role models children should have are the parents. Believe me, children try to become like their parents even before they understand what role models are. But I understand your question to mean the people we project in the media. Again, it is for parents to teach their children how to sift and appreciate the right role models, and yes, the children will find them if they have the right specifications.


Let’s talk journalism. Do we have flawless journalism in Ghana?


No. And the standards keep dropping. Indeed, what is journalism as practised in Ghana? Who do we call a journalist? The definition is so loose that it affects the standards as assessed because we have a lot of people who call themselves so who don’t deserve the categorisation. My wish is to have the journalists setting agenda and asking serious questions. Questioning and questioning. In a way, like what Chinua Achebe said a writer should do: ask questions and create headaches; he asserted that “it is the duty of a writer to give headaches” and to “write to make people uncomfortable.” In Anthills of the Savannah, he stated: “Writers don’t give prescriptions. They give headaches!” That is the sort of journalism we need for it to qualify as the fourth estate of the realm and to keep our authorities on their toes. To follow up on issues which are discussed. I asked a question in my book I Speak of Ghana and I still reflect on same: “When will our media in Ghana stop discussing events and petty squabbles and start discussing ideas and thoughts?”

AMOAFOWAA: Yes, that question resonates with me. Nana, please what do you think about modern religious men of God?


Again, that is a loose description. There are many people parading themselves as men of God just because they quote the Bible. Christianity for me is more than a religion, it is an experience. It is a personal relationship that should affect the character of the person and how connected the person is to God, should show in his deeds. The Bible talks about fruits defining the tree and same applies. Many of them need to be exemplary.


If you had your own way, which two bills passed into laws in Africa would you revoke without thinking and why?


Unfortunately, I haven’t followed any bills recently (hehe).


Okay, our educational system, are we in the right direction?


Another pet subject of mine. I wrote two articles on this recently. I have issues with the current educational system, never agreed with the direction we took by moving from the O/A Levels to the JSS/SHS system. The middle schools we converted into JSS for preparation to the SHS was shaky and totally unfit for the expectations. So we have created in many communities a system with a very weak middle. My solution then was that we could have asked students to be in the established schools for form one to three, and if they couldn’t move on to the purely academic routes after the BECE, they could transfer to the vocational aspects in the same environment. Ask yourself where we are with the reforms. We are based to not just square one, but worst. To confirm my feelings, ask why most of those who can afford it are sending their children to schools that run the O/A Levels. Did you know that some Universities in the UK don’t accept our SSCE certificates as entry requirements anymore?

For more on my reflections on education, see: http://www.infoboxdaily.com/your-world/sebitically-speaking/item/2134-sebiticals-chapter-8-state-of-sikaman-education-and-effect-on-social-mobility-epistle-i and http://www.infoboxdaily.com/your-world/sebitically-speaking/item/2230-sebiticals-chapter-8-state-of-sikaman-education-and-effect-on-social-mobility-epistle-ii


Now many girls fall out of school because of teenage pregnancy. The code of conduct says let those who get pregnant go home, deliver, come back for transfer, those who commit crimes of abortion must be dismissed. Many girls find themselves wanting where this clause is concerned. Do you think sex education should still center on abstinence instead of use of preventive measures? Any advice for the Ministry of Education?


First of all, I disagree with any view that affects one’s future based on past mistakes. I disagree with the dismissal of girls who commit abortion. I trained as a quality auditor and we were taught that you never penalise twice for the same offence. I believe in preaching abstinence but not everyone believes that so there should be a pragmatic approach in combining prescriptions.


Is women empowerment the cause of “dum s) dum s)” in Ghana?


Hahahahaha, who said that! Dumsor-dumsor is a reflection of how far we have come as a country.


Let’s release tension. What are your hobbies?


I love watching movies when I have time; surfing the net and goofing with my friends on social media, visiting friends, reading and travelling, especially to the countryside.




Who do you listen to music wise?


I love, love, love highlife. Give me old-time highlife and I can smile all day. I love afro-jazz, African music generally and gospel song. I sound old school, eh? I am sure you are eager to hear which of the hiplife stars I listen to. Obrafour speaks to me, and Kwadei. I love stories and poetry so songs such as theirs appeal to me. Then TH for Kwagees and their Takoradi stuff too.


Nana, have you done anything you have never been proud of?


I am generally someone who acts after a lot of deliberation but, yes, I have and continue to do things I am not proud of. We all, like Paul, have issues that are thorns in our flesh.


Which teams do you support here in Ghana and elsewhere?


Chelsea (not the Berekum one ) and Kotoko.


Many problems with the Ministry of Sports this year. What were your most shocked moments?


The flying of the money to Brazil; actually, the announcement that we were going to fly that amount and the media circus that resulted. I am passionately proud as a Ghanaian but that was the very first time I felt embarrassed as a Ghanaian. I still feel the shame of that moment.


What were your most amusing moments watching the sports channel?


When Manchester United or Liverpool lose. And the comments on social media!


In the Ghanaian National Anthem, which words prompt you to do more?


“Bold to defend forever, the cause of freedom and of right”.


For the angry person reading this today, seething with revenge, what will be your advice?


Life is too short to be angry. Get over it and move on. Smell the flowers.


And to those having suicidal thoughts, what will be your words?


I read the autobiography of Sidney Sheldon. Do you know that he wanted to commit suicide at a point? His father chanced on him and they went out for a walk. What his father told him was that I will tell anyone having suicidal thoughts: “Keep turning the pages”. There is more to life than what you are seeing today.


To those surfing the net looking for who to dupe in sakawa, what will be your words?


Drop that yam! Sorry, drop that idea.


Hahahahahahaha! Now to the women who are looking for burgers to marry or looking for men as their wallets?


A man is not an ATM.


Thank you very much Nana Awere Damoah for your precious time. Blessings.


I enjoyed it, Mum C. Keep up the good work!


Thank you.


Truly an inspirational man. His inspiration came in this form


In the midst of the mud

There is the lotus to disinfect

Like the sweetest thing for the sad

It does its job to reflect

Nana is the lotus

In the midst of muddy Ghana

His surroundings are unwelcoming

But he gives healing and sweet scents

To attract

Many prayers are said in his words

Much hope is reflected through his whipping words

He bleeds for his nation

But stands like a soldier;

Bold to defend and at post always

His satirical wordy mirror is never vacant

He indirectly says;

Look in there,

Laugh at yourselves

See yourselves

And like the wise, behave yourselves

No need to be told

Nana Awere Damoah

Katawere with worthy words

Writers write to live forever

And forever you will live!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Palm-wines dance and shine

In fine calabashes as wine

Accentuating foods so fine

Calling on souls to come and dine

In a happy chatty line



The sky is filled with cloud

Cloud turning, diving and proud

Vultures hate the sky’s crowd

And promise to build to shame the cloud

Knowing it is the talk of the cornered proud



The cloud laughingly dissipates

Giving way as the sun graduates

And takes nice photos as the breeze appreciates

The buzzing sounds of the flies as the tree kingdom jubilates

By swinging and fanning to circulate



The occasion sits

And nods as fits

Knowing it is the cause of such great wits

And loves that it brings together the bits

Even if it includes dimwits



Chaotic thoughts lie

Thinking to fan the lie

When the season says goodbye

And make peace sigh

And flog happiness to cry



In the mean time

Teeth show their prime

Each voice sounds its rhyme

Each head forgets of crime

Believe it or not those who don’t will regret in time

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

(I  dedicate this poem to all my beautiful readers. Enjoy the season even if it is New Year’s)



Who is there?

Oh all are here!

I see the things

Which Christmas brings

But my pocket cries out

And my mouth does pout


Who sees it?

Oh all feels it

Many are those 

Who’ll think of overdose

To end the shame

And get a loose name


Who is happy?

Oh the sit-and-eats

Who cares about money

When all they need is honey?

They sit and wait

To eat until late


Who will enjoy?

Oh Pastors with joy

For all will give

And all will leave

God’s coffers sits

Crying to be liberated into their pits


Who will suffer?

Oh all will suffer

From the foot=mat wives

Whose meals delay

To the hungry child

The streets beget


Who will feel the heat?

Oh all without generators

For ECG tightens his belt

Every watt for two dark pelts

Don’t be alarmed,

It is to check deaths


So flow to the village

Drink from the Densu River

Eat from Assase Yaa

Inhale from the noses of green plants

And let the flies lick your buttocks

Who knows, the gods of your land

Might just reveal your heirloom

And save you from this misery

Or worst, make you a stooge master!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


mary andnbaby Jesus

My mind shows me a vivid video

Of the birthday many await

It started from Mary’s wondrous love,

Ended with her shivering body


After this came her knighted Romeo

One who viewed, hurt, and touched his pate

The Holy Ghost healed from up above

His heart merged hers in a body


Despite heavens being in her studio

Satan worked so hard on his slate

To kill him, fearing not those above

But their working was so shoddy


He chose a humble birthing studio

We would’ve said it was bad fate

He smiled with lights of love from above

And never thought of being Lordy


Men worked hiding him in the video

Couldn’t heaven protect his state?

Killings of sweet children, ones like dove

They did not get to his body


Periods of strife in this sane video

Why will an orgy rule this state?

He suffered to live though a pure dove

Do you now think you are Lordy?


My mind shows me a vivid video

Of the birthday many await

It started from Mary’s wondrous love,

Ended with her shivering body

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Long ago,

When we sat by the fireside,

And watched our shadowed selves

On the mirrored ground

By the side of the full moon,

Grandma told me to look up

And watch keenly the full moon

Knowing not what she meant,

I looked and told her I saw only a stain of clouds

She smiled and asked me to listen and look well

And I did


“Long ago,” she started,

“There lived a strong man

Who was a drummer

A drummer none could compete with

His source of inspiration was his love; Oforiwaa

The king of his village had eyes for this lady

And did all he could to separate the two

Since commoners could not fight royals for women

He decided to flee with Oforiwaa

Fleeing did not help

So he, with the help of a perfect moon,

Made Oforiwaa his

With the slow breeze as their witness

The moon left them, travelled

And returned,

Oforiwaa failed to get her visitor

The god of fertility whispered its presence

In her ears

The whisper was loud and so many ears heard

The King heard too

And called her to book

She failed to mention the name

Of the warrior who brought the visitor

So she was beheaded 

Ofori, her man, was so sad

That he went to speak to the moon

But the moon kept moving 

He looked up and saw a shape like her woman

On the moon

He resolved to join her so he could play wonderful tunes

To keep her smiling

He took his life and joined her on the moon

And yes, they formed the drummer and his woman

He, tirelessly playing his drum

She, pleasantly listening in admiration

That started a revolution of love

Because the village never got the like of Ofori

Who played to tame the gods”


Well, her story opened my eyes

For a brief moment, I saw them;

In their perfect happy living

And I asked myself:

Will I ever love like that?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Beaming bricks bear balls of bests

Blistering bricks bear blows of bills

Brimming sorrows of loneliness and pain

Tears like rain in terrible torrents

Fall on the latter whose mouth is sealed

And has eyes which can’t be concealed

The former’s life is but a hall of smiles

Success reigns and honour calls loud

In its temple of happy memories

Sometimes tears seep from the bodies

Of the blistering bricks making them hard

I know my bricks blister in pain

But will surely bear the best when my body catches up with time

Smile, so will yours

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

Meet Ato Ulzen Appiah, the Mighty African Who Shuns Speaking and Acts to Motivate

Mr. Ato Ulzen Appiah is the director of the GhanaThink Foundation (An NGO based in Ghana and the USA) which organises Barcamps. The goal is to help Ghanaians learn about the issues that affect them, generate ideas for development, network and partner with others who have similar interests and help them improve or start businesses and projects. I prefer to call him the Mighty African. He is an inspiration to the youth today. His outfit, Ghana Think,  also organizes Junior Camps in Ghana to inculcate into the youth of today a sense of entrepreneurial skills, teach them to fit into the world of the internet in Ghana and helps everyone who is willing to choose a career path. He is really brightening the corner where he is. We are going to know more about this gem today.




So greetings to you Mighty African Ato, if I am to write a thesis about your life and I need a material to analyse, what will be your summarised version of the story of your life?


I have experienced a lot of world class and varied things, and I am trying to forge building excellence that is comfortable and valuable for people in my cultural neighbourhood; my people. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always done what’s in the best interest of my people. I love Ghana more than many things.



Now to your career path, did you always dream of being an inspirer?


I didn’t realise my career path was inspirer. 🙂 I have always had Kwame Nkrumah as my biggest inspiration. So I’ve always dreamed of driving people to act for the common good and to do better for themselves. I believe I am a manager and (social) entrepreneur currently, so I am not necessarily toeing a political line like Nkrumah did. I want to inspire like Nkrumah did, but in an apolitical way. A bit like what my current role model Patrick Awuah does.


ATO ULZEN APPIAH amoafowaa.com


I see. What inspired Barcamp Ghana?


Wanting to connect young people in Ghana and mobilize them for Ghana’s good inspired Barcamp Ghana. The first event in December 2008 was organized to connect young Ghanaians abroad and at home. There was the belief that excellent young Ghanaians existed, and we had to prove this to ourselves and everybody. Barcamp Ghana is gathering that and increasing the critical mass of patriotic, passionate, proactive, positive, progressive and productive people from Ghana. This inspires Ghana in building a network of young change makers, doers and entrepreneurs.


What do think of the potentials of Ghana in the education of liberation from thoughts of being employed?


We were colonized. We’ve been used to masters. We’ve become used to being yes-men. We hardly take initiatives. The potential is there but the culture is hard.
Ghanaians like to copy what works. So entrepreneurs must succeed, in the right ways, and with the best qualities, this will liberate people from being employed. There can’t be a shortage of success stories that are ubiquitous and visible.


If you have the power to dish out three wishes for your country as a patriotic citizen, what are the three wishes you’ll dish out and why?


All major roads linking all cities, towns and villages will be in excellent condition forever.
Fast, reliable internet will be ubiquitous and affordable.
Ghanaians will be that proud of Ghana that people will buy flags and fly them in their cars, houses, everywhere.


Wow! That is true patriotism. Now many people think those who organize these inspirational programmes just want attention and nothing more because their impacts are not manifested in the lives of the supposed inspired, what is your take on this?


Those people care about themselves, are selfish and not concerned about the general well-being of the nation.

If they want impact manifested in other lives, they should get up and do it and not ask for attention. Those who say it cannot be done should not interrupt those doing it.
We need doers, not complainers.


Now let’s move on to your random thoughts. There are so many Non-Governmental Organisations in Ghana, especially here in the north, but illiteracy reigns, hunger prevails, domestic violence is on the rise as many women are at the receiving ends of punches. What are your thoughts on this matter?


These NGOs are addressing small issues, and doing their part. Many of them are not empowering the people. They provide, but hardly provide tools and resources to allow the beneficiaries to be independent and self-sufficient.

Mindset and cultural changes are needed. People must be helped to create wealth and not just have their poverty alleviated. Women must be empowered to be breadwinners so they are not downtrodden.


Women are crying for equality, some overdo it by claiming superiority yet they need men to vacate their seats and give them preferences, they need men to fix their tyres, they need men as their knight and shining armours (most of them), what is your take on this?


I think the operating word here is equity, that’s what we can achieve. Both sexes just need to respect each other for their strengths and weaknesses and allow everyone to thrive.

Autocratic parenting, laissez faire parenting, Transactional parenting, Participative parenting, I know you are a family man, which would you use and recommend to parents being a long time motivator?




I always need to ask this from all the people I interview: Who wins the respect of Ato Ulzen Appiah?


People who truly care about other people and want to see them thrive and be excellent.


Now let’s talk religion, as a motivator yourself, do you think religion is helping inspire Ghanaians at the moment?


I don’t think religion is inspiring Ghanaians. It’s not a primary focus. There is more focus on helping people prosper. Unfortunately, the masses aren’t prospering anyway.


Now to sports, what are your favourite teams? Local and international and why?


Manchester United and San Antonio Spurs. I love winning. I hate losing. These two teams signify very good teams that work together and don’t care much about individual credit but end product.

Accra Hearts of Oak plays like it sometimes, but with not as much winning lately.


And which team can’t you stand in the whole world? I know I’m trying to look for football enemies for you but I’d be glad if you answer this question.

Well, rivals of those teams? Arsenal, Chelsea, Manchester City, Los Angeles Lakers, Asante Kotoko?



What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done on earth?

You’ll be very lucky for me to tell you, This is not the time or place, sorry.


Lol. I understand so won’t push it. Now to entertainment. What form of entertainment in Ghana relaxes you and why?


I believe I am too blessed to be stressed. So when I am getting frustrated, I laugh. It ensures I am always relaxed.

I love love love listening to Kizomba and Zouk music. Guaranteed to relax me. Sadly, it’s not really Ghanaian. Listening to good highlife like Otoolege can do the same too.


If we’re talking songs, who is your favourite artist in Ghana and why?


It was Obrafour and even though he doesn’t make a lot of music, it’s still him.
Why? He made a song about Kwame Nkrumah, he made a song about discipline, he helped popularize something that combined what Ghanaians loved from elsewhere and who we were. He made Ghana look cool.

I listen to a lot of Ghanaian music but I enjoy Ghanaian R&B more. Currently, I want Akwaboah’s album. A huge fan of Kwabena Kwabena, Afriyie, Mugeez, Becca, etc.


Who is your favourite artist abroad, I know you’ve travelled far and wide so I’m open for any answer?


Well, Kizomba and Zouk music are my favorite genres now. Some of my favorite artistes with this are Kaysha, Perola, Bruna, etc.


AIDS is a slow killer, ebola is a terror, it seems the terror is overpowering the slow killer. What is your take on this?


Ebola is a terror because of the modes of transmission. AIDS has spread much further and stayed though while the jury is not yet out on Ebola. Prevention is better than cure, for both the terror and the slow killer.


Now to Ghana, if you are to grade His Excellency President Mahama in terms of the understated, how will you grade him in percentage and why?


1. Peace
70%. Ghanaians are generally peaceful. He’s not done much to disturb that.

2. Health
50%. NHIS is not working as well as it should but it has brought more people healthcare at affordable costs.

3. Education
40%. More infrastructure is coming in but the levels of literacy and numeracy are not really improving. Basic education is very key.

4. Electricity and gas
10%. Our electricity crisis has never been this bad.

5. Jobs
20%. I don’t believe it’s the government’s job to create jobs. The government must lay the infrastructure, foundation, and support more companies to create jobs. They aren’t doing that.

6. Corruption
20%. I don’t see any better fight against corruption.

7. Promises
I don’t really listen to election promises so I can’t answer this question well.
Did the NDC even make any promises? They spent their time lambasting what the NPP promised.
23% cos I don’t know what other percentage to give.

Dancing: Azonto, Adowa, Agbadza, which catches your fancy?


Azonto 🙂
New school 😉


New school trends. If you’re to say sorry to someone you’ve offended, who will that be and what would you say?


I’ve offended many people, can’t pick one. I’d say I’d take the blame for offending them and that I need them to be happy for me to remain happy.


Now, to the hopeless in society, the helpless who is contemplating suicide, and the black sheep of the society, what will be your advice?


They should learn stories of people in their situation who came out of those situations.


Any last words to inspire all?


The destiny of a nation at any given time depends on the opinions of its young men and women.
Your opinion of yourself, community and nation affects how well each does.
Do something to make that opinion better.

The best way to predict the future is to create it.
We can brighten our corners and shape our parts of the globe.

Less talk, more action. Let’s get started and make things happen.




Thank you very much for your time Mighty African.


Thank you very much for helping us all learn more about myself 🙂


It’s a pleasure.


His inspiration came in this form:



Who will see gold and be broke?

Isn’t conscience for the corrupt a joke?

His need to help the world transcends all

He stumbles for inspiration and won’t hesitate to fall

He is the mighty oak who works than talk

The great legs which never stand but walk

Like the human battalion for the good of all

Even in dust he will stand tall

Working and pulling minds to work hard

For liberation, sufficiency and brightness, even the bad

Africa would have sped in development

If it gets a dozen of your likes in adornment

This seer prays

That your vision stays

And your work pays

And shines even after the end of your days

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



I saw it

It was so fit

A flower to be given to the bride

Before she took the hand of her father

I wanted it

But there were these mirrored walls

Which failed to let me be

Then I saw her father take it

He had six eyes on his face

Such a weird man

He started unwrapping

Then came many things falling on the floor in succession


Steaming romance








All the bridesmaids watched in awe

Was this what was beautifully wrapped?

The bride knelt, wept and sarcastically thanked her father

Taking off her veil and running inside

Her father said she took the wrong turn

God’s flower was simple 

She opted for the elegant

And knew what she bargained for

But loved the many eyes who would watch in jealousy

I cringed, praying not to be noticed

Then all six eyes turned to me

Making me shiver in shame

“You must take seed from this

To find a shiny object in the glaring reflection of the sun

Where many hungry mouths and greedy hands stay

Is rare”

I knocked behind hoping to be let out

My frustration showed

And I was given a tap

I peeped and there:

It all happened in my dream

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




am shivering

thinking of the fowls

many will be slaughtering

forgetting the children hunger will be slaughtering



am crying

thinking about

boxing day of gifts

and the many children pain will be boxing

in a session of reminiscence where giving must reign



am yearning

for hearts which will

open like the lotus flower

to disinfect and embrace the pains

of others in this season of love and happiness




The many drunks,

Pervert swimmers

Chain smokers


Who linger

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

An Interview with Onyeka Nwelue, the Writer with Witty Wits

 He was known as the teenager with the steaming pen. He was born in Ezeo Nsu, Imo State in Nigeria and embodied everything literal growing up. Now he is a famous author, writing poetry and novels. I have followed Onyeka for a while now, trust me, he is the realest person I’ve known in Africa, and I know he loves Africa too much for his own good although he never admits. His way of challenging people in Africa do what is right is by being blunt. He has tested and tried a few religions, been hosted on many platforms in the world, and so of course, he has travelled wide. It is an honour to have this interview with an African son; Onyeka Nwelue.



Onyeka, please tell us about growing up in Nigeria.



Growing up in Nigeria made me strong-willed. If you grew up in Nigeria, you would realize that life is extremely tough and that you, alone, can make yourself into what you want. People in Nigeria are easily deluded, believing that life there is normal. Life in Nigeria is something else, equally, something you read about fiction. There is no need to paint it so beautiful when it is not. I have been to Ghana, as well. In both countries, there are hardships that make me question the trueness of being an African. Almost all African and black countries have issues, from Haiti to Nigeria to Venezuela and to Colombia. Poverty seems to be a black man’s pride.



How many works have you published so far?



I have published two books. I have another one, Hip-Hop is Only for Children coming out next month, January of 2015.



Is writing a lucrative job in Africa?



No. Writers in Africa are poor.


Who did you grow up reading from?



Different writers from the African Writers’ Series. I read lots of British writings, because they were forced on us in schools. I read lots of writers. Most of them were British. I was exposed to Indian writing later on when I travelled to India. My life changed completely.



How did your life change?


It reflected in how I wrote my first novel, The Abyssinian Boy.



Okay, so let all readers read the famous Abyssinian Boy and know what he is talking about. Onye, what do think of the African educational system?



Educational system in Africa is a complete sham. Someone would be wondering why I have nothing positive to say about Africa, but if we can be truthful to ourselves, we will be wise enough to know that Africa is gone, its economy, its education. People in the world, not only Africa are going to school because they want to have something to fall back on and not because they want to learn. People head to school for different reasons. Some do it as a revenge to the society that has tried to clamp them down. This is why the educational system is in a mess.



What would be your ideal effective educational system?


Where students won’t be graded. Now they have to study because they want to get what they want. Not because a teacher says they are good.


Please let me get this straight, a school without examinations?


Yes. A training or vocational centre where people will be taught and not tested. If they are coming in there, it is because it is their passion to get better. They should not be tested.


If you were given a chance to choose your land of birth, would you choose to be born in Africa?



Not at all. I will not choose to be born in Africa. Anyone who is angry with me can find a knife to kill himself. There is something you will hate about Africa once you travel round the world and see how other continents are moving forward and forward and things getting easy. The same people who will condemn me for saying this give birth to their children abroad and their kids hold other countries passports. I still have a Nigerian passport.



That shows you have embraced your African roots. Now let’s turn our attention to politics. If you are given the chance to be the president of Africa, and God gives you two choices; to stand to be democratically elected, or to be a military president, which will you choose and why?



Like I said, I am not interested in this Africa.



Many African countries have been through many rough times but I know Nigeria has gone through way more, we are talking about Boko-Haram and many other headaches like the prosecution of gays. Is it the fault of the government in power or the citizens?



It is a collective thing. The Government has no right to tell you who to fuck. The Government is a human being. There are some Senators who are gay themselves. Gay people all over the world sometimes persecute gay people. People are scared to see people who are like them. It is a natural thing. Homophobia is like any other sickness. It has come to stay. There is nothing you can do about it. No one has any right to tell you who to sleep with or do you think people have right to tell you to masturbate? By the way, about Boko Haram,  I think I don’t know much about them. I haven’t had time to focus on them, so I can’t comment on a group I sometimes feel is fictional. I am not that intelligent to wedge on terrorists.


I know you did a little something in the movie industry, please tell us the grace and ills of Nollywood.



Nollywood we know is the greatest thing that happened to Africa. No ills. Not at all. Even you Ghanaians have benefitted so much from it. Nollywood is the true pride of Africa. With Nollywood, doors have opened for Africans everywhere. You can ask.



I always think Africans copy too much and that has been our main flaw or failure. I know of Hollywood; the original, Nollywood, Ghalliwood, etc. Do you think the names of the African movies industries are appropriate?



Names don’t matter. Your name Cecilia is not a Ghanaian name, is it? It was borrowed from Europeans. I used to be called George and I removed it from my official documents, because I haven’t seen any Briton whose name is Onyeka. We must start from within. You can start this revolution by changing your name.



Lol. Onyeka, what is a typical day for you like?



I don’t know, because I don’t plan. I am very spontaneous.



Who can earn your respect?



People who have money. I am not a fan of poor people. I don’t respect poverty and those who have inherited it. It is their laziness and lack of taking risks that have made the world so difficult. They are also the ones with bigger problems.


Are you married?



We can skip this. Thank you.



Many say marriage is a beautiful thing. What are the things you look out for in your woman of choice?



Marriage is a prison yard. It can never be a beautiful thing.



Is the girl child being given the right attention in Africa?



Girl child? My sister is stronger than most men I know. Girls who allow themselves to be suppressed should be ashamed of themselves. Girls who still want to go to restaurants and expect their boyfriends to pay for their food are stupid. No matter the agreement. When you show you are independent, men take you seriously and respect you. Girls who are very clingy will never have my respect.


What is your take on women empowerment?



I think countries with Ministries of Women Affairs should shut them down. That women empowerment thing is a loud scam. Women don’t need any empowerment from any man. When you sit and expect a man to ‘empower’ you, you are giving him the right to enslave you. They should stop deceiving themselves. There are hard-working women in Ghana like Lydia Forson and Leila Djansi who don’t need the validation of men.



If you were a member of the constitutional committee in Nigeria, and you decide to revise outmoded laws, which ones would you throw out as fast as you can and what would be your replacement?



All public officers’ children must study in Nigeria first. We will start with the educational sector.



How do you deal with harsh criticisms?



I respond to harsh criticism with harsh responses. You can’t attack me and expect me to keep quiet. It is not possible.



Now let’s move to music, which types of songs do you listen to?



I have different genres of music I listen to. From the oldies to the new ones, but music with soulful meaning. Meaning that can calm me down and heal my internal wound.



Who are your favourite artists?



Celestine Ukwu, Orliam, Asa, Angelique Kidjo, Onyeka Onwenu, Celine Dion and the list is endless.



In a world where sports refer to football and running, I’ll have to ask, are you a sports fan?



No, ma’am. Not interested in chasing leather.



I know you’ve tested many waters in religion. Which religious sects have impressed you so far?



I believe all Africans should go and worship the rivers and streams. Stop worshipping Jesus. He is from Israel. It has never done anything for Africa. We need to understand that worshipping a foreigner makes us inferior.



Lol. If you were the Christian Jesus, given the chance, which aspect of your life would you erase in history?



I would never be.



If you are forced to choose between Christianity and Islam, which one would you choose?




I would be forced to die then.


What is your take on the extended family system in Africa?



Recently, I have realized it is useless. It doesn’t mean anything, because my extended family has been a little bit useless to me. They are of no use to me. You can’t seek for help and find it, so no need. I don’t care how they feel at my response. They should go and rest.



You are immersed in many controversies attracting name calling but many Africans love you anyway. Onyeka, are you cantankerous, crazy or truthful? You know you have to justify your answer.



I think I am just being myself. I am not rigid. I change a lot. Situations change my opinions.


Now give us a prayer, in the form of poetry, for Africans. I know you believe in God, no religion attached.



May Africans keep being slaves

Since they have chosen to worship foreign gods

May they never find peace.

May they have more wars.



Lol. My ribs hurt too much from laughter. Your advise to the dejected and hopeless.



No one is dejected and hopeless. You make yourself what you want. You have a choice to be happy.



Thank you for your precious time.



 Thank you and I hope I don’t enrage your readers. Have a nice time.


My readers are open minded and I’m sure they will have a great time reading this. Have a nice time too.

                                                                                       END OF INTERVIEW.

 His inspiration is inherent in this poem I wrote for him some time ago and decided to remodel for this interview:


His Royal Awesomeness
His royal handsomeness
Princely Prince of Princes
The only Black Baron of Paris
The only Prince who speaks his mind without intimidation from his elders
The Lazy Prince who outshone the hardworking Princes
The Wise Prince who mostly advises in sarcasm
Twisting the minds of fools in circles
The Kind gentleman who promises to kick asses only with his mouth
The Mad Prince of the unscrupulous in society
The Literary Guru who shows that talent is inbuilt
Na Ede Ede 1 of Ezeoke Nsu

The princely prince of Africa

The voice that resonates loudest mellowing the storms

You are the true son of the soil

The elders must listen

And follow your voice

For before the wise was born, there certainly lived the old

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



There was a hen 

Which lived wrong

Its resolves were strong

Although its father was stern


It went to work

Looking very bright

And giving all fright

Its responsibilities shirk


It perplexed humans to bits

Making women cry out

And scared children to shout

Making men throw fits


Then celebrations dawned

And called for meat

Though many old hens dragged tired feet

It was the one all mouths pawned


It woke up making sure all are wronged

None bothered, for they awaited the feast

It stepped on a pot which caged the beast

And ended up satisfying all it had wronged


I need not tell of its shouts for long

Calling all to give aid

But none any attention paid

Because it lived a life so wrong

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

Meet the Positive Lady of Steel: Ruka Yaro Deliman


Our guest is a typical woman of steel in the right description. She is Ruka Yaro Deliman. She is an entrepreneur, girl child educator, an un-bendable machine of inspiration and a beautiful lady. Let’s get straight to action.



Hello and thank you for this opportunity. Before anything, please tell us about Miss Ruka Yaro Deliman and her family.



Miss DeLiman is an only daughter of a family of three. My two siblings and I were raised single handedly by our Mother who had to give up or put on hold a lot of her dreams to see us through school.  I was born in a village called Gambaga now a big town in East Mamprugu in the Northern Region. I grew up in Tamale where I did all my Basic and Senior High schooling and proceeded to Wa University for Development Studies where I graduated with a BA Degree in Integrated Development Studies.  I did my National service at Tamale Polytechnic with the Department of Language and Liberal studies. As we all know unemployment is on the increase even among graduates. I was faced with the same challenge until Camfed Ghana offered to consider a few of us for a position that was meant strictly for Camfed Alumni (CAMA) members. This was how I became a CAMA member an opportunity which I revere in high esteem because it provided me with a lot of opportunities to volunteer and contribute to positive change in many communities in the Tamale metropolis. Through hard work and dedicated service, I was elected to become the Chairperson for the CAMA Sagnarigu District. Through this same vein of hard work and dedicated service to community, I applied for and was selected to Participate in the President Obama’s Mandela Washington Fellowship for young African Leaders.



Tell us more about that Fellowship.


This was targeted at young African leaders who are taking initiatives to contribute to community development. I do many things to brighten my corner, so I was chosen to participate in this honourable programme.





Growing up as a young girl, would you say you were empowered by your family and community?



I would say yes. Firstly, as I mentioned earlier, I was raised by a single mother who happened to be a teacher and so understood the essence of girl child education using her own experience as a case for reference. She gave her children equal opportunities and encouragements. My brothers have also been very supportive in my endeavours and sometimes they encourage me to do things that I did not think I had the capability to. My community too offered me a lot of platforms to volunteer which helped to tremendously empower me in the areas of community mobilization and sensitization as well as partnering and influencing others to take up initiatives that contribute to development. However because of the tradition of male dominance which dates way back, some communities are not helping much when it comes to empowering the female child.



Who will win Ruka’s respect?



Ruka upholds honesty, hard work and  selfless giving. A person who always spends time thinking of unfavourable issues and the possible solutions to solving these issues as well as inspiring others to work together to achieve great results. A person who sees every opportunity as a blessing, and shares with others so they can also benefit in “ripple” effect.



Please tell us what you do as a profession today.



I am an entrepreneur specifically a farmer. I own the Jamilullah Farm in Zagyuri a community in Tamale, Ghana.

The farm is a meat processing enterprise that seeks to create employment for young people so they can put themselves through school, earn a living or even start their own businesses to create more employment. The farm also targets rural women with the aim to empower to help them  cater for their families and support their wards’ education.



Why did you choose entrepreneurship?



I chose entrepreneurship because I want to contribute to the reduction of unemployment in my community and contribute my quota to national development. I believe the government is all of us and as such if anybody needs to do something about the numerous problems we have, it is we the individuals who can make this happen.


I know you love mentoring and impacting positively on young souls, how many young people have you impacted so far?


Wonderful question. I can’t remember.  I have organised and participated in a lot of mentoring activities all over Ghana. I know I have reached out to over 3000 young people and counting. Every opportunity to mentor and share with young ones experiences that can inspire them to work hard and develop positive attitudes to becoming successful  brings me a lot of fulfilment. As such, my work as a mentor has just begun.




What is your take on feminism?


I support it fully when its done objectively. Through these ideologies, tremendous improvements have been made especially regarding the inclusion of women in various aspects of National development. We can see the lot of organisations now channelling their efforts to empowering women economically socially and politically. However feminists should remember to let the male counterparts know that it is their support that would make the liberation and prosperity of the female easily attainable. And that, this is a collective action so that they can work with us instead of against us.



Let’s talk about education. Do you think Ghana is doing much to empower her females?



Talking about the female, I hold the view that more can be done to support young women take up other career paths besides teaching and nursing which are dominant. Also more attention needs to be paid towards the girl child because women are fast becoming the highest percentage that contribute to the economic development of nations.



What do you think about the educational system of Ghana?


In my view, I think the educational system in Ghana is not very impressive. More emphasis is being put on theory churning out graduates with little practical skills. Policies need to be revised and syllabus designed to suit the Ghanaian youth.  Include more opportunities for outdoor learning and other strategies that would help the youth to relate to topics and concepts discussed.



What is your take on examination malpractices? I ask this because many believe it is flawing the African educational system.


This is something that I discourage totally. It instils reluctance in students who otherwise would have worked hard to excel in their exams. Students should understand that it is only studying and asking for help to understand the under studied subjects that would position them for success and as such they should put in efforts and postpone having fun to holidays and after graduation.



The young Ghanaian and reading are on different paths due to technology. Would you agree?


I do agree. This unfortunately has become the order of the day now. Hardly would you see children trooping to the library. They rather go to occasions such as weddings etc to dance and waste their time. Not many children especially in the rural areas can recite fully the alphabets much more read. Most children will rather be seen watching TV etc than read.



If you do, how can we curb this issue?



What I think would help reduce this challenge is for young people to take initiatives that would encourage reading among the youth. Forming of reading clubs that would be a fun packed platform for young people can also help. Besides, setting up resource centres by communities where volunteers can avail themselves to teach young people to read will also contribute greatly.



What is your take on fraud or Sakawa?



This has become a household term. I am of the view that this phenomenon is one of the devils of technology. Technology has helped us a lot but has also endangered and misled a lot. I think sakawa is something that is very bad and should be discouraged using very stringent measures including enforcing very tough laws on culprits to deter others from following suite.


Let’s talk about domestic violence. You know it reigns in this part of Ghana and many abused women hide the sins of their spouse just to save their marriages. What is your take on this?

Very true and what makes it worse is the male dominance that the tradition upholds. A lot of people still look down on the female making their abuse seem accepted. I personally discourage this practice and would not hesitate to support any one who is victimised to take on the perpetrators.


Some say I want my man to be tall, with six packs, with no bald pate, honest, neat and responsible. How do you prefer yours?


God fearing, humble, supportive of my decisions and aspirations and respects me enough to see me as his partner and not his opponent or subordinate.


Are you single?




Why do you always cover your hair?



That is a very good question. There is the notion that all Muslim women who cover their heads are married but that is not so. That is what the religion upholds. All women must cover their heads.


But since many men who are not Muslims may think you are married, why do you wear the head gear? Don’t you think you might lose a potential Non-Muslim man.


Oh no, although some still come to ask, I would never date a Christian or people from other religions. I love Christians but I want someone I can do everything with; worship together etc. So for me, it is strictly Muslim, no offence to the others though.



Wow! Is it possible for a woman to have it all? Marriage, children, a good job and influence?


Very possible. It just has to do with how you balance being all of that.  Having all of these comes with responsibilities and you should not see any as being more important because to me they are all the same. Everything you do, you need to understand the role you play and ensure that you put efforts in satisfying them to the best of your ability.



Ruka how do you see yourself in five years?


In five years, I see myself as the CEO of the biggest farm in Northern Ghana employing over a hundred people especially rural women. I see myself mobilizing the youth and inspiring growth in their capacities in order for them to champion the course of change in their communities that would lead to development.


Now to entertainment and sports. Are you a sports fan?


I don’t really like sports. I do indulge myself when it has to do with inter schools, inter groups etc but not serious levels.



What are your hobbies?


Dancing, singing and reading



Which songs do you listen to and who are your favourite artists and why?


I listen to all  songs at different times depending on my mood. But I like Usher, Whitney Houston, Seun Paul, Efia, Guru and Bisa.


If you are to act like a mad woman, dancing on the street and being filmed on live television. Which would you rather do? Your local dance or azonto?






Let’s talk politics. What do you think about our electoral system?


Very poor. People now just vote for symbols rather than reason.



Why do you say so?



People have affiliated themselves with some political parties and they vote for the party symbols without considering whether the people they are voting for can do the job. There is no objectivity and the people they vote for become figures instead of servants for the nation.


Do you think a woman can become the president of Ghana in twenty years?


Sure. That is my dream and I know its a work in progress. We will get there because women are becoming increasingly interested in politics and our male counterparts are now also embracing the fact that women can also lead and even yield better results.


If I say almost all things in negativity ring politics, would you agree with me?

Largely yes.




Because almost every system in the country has its roots attached to government which is now highly political. So all the negativity that we have going on is facilitated by the fact that we have politicised everything.



Which part of the Ghanaian National Anthem inspires you to do more?



“Fill our hearts with true humility

Make us cherish fearless honesty”



I need to let you be but before then, please inspire the helpless and needy girl browsing for men as their bank accounts, the hopeless teenage mother who thinks Sakawa is the only way out, the black sheep of the world who sits on the internet to dupe and this may sound weird but those who browse the net looking for suicide tips and may chance on this.


You are more than you can ever imagine. It takes determination, focus and hard work to become successful. Discard the easy and get rich quick attitude and think about all that you can do to bring change. Make friends with the right people who can give you the right support. Rome was not built in a day so have patience and persevere on the right path. And remember it doesn’t take plenty money to start a business and saving is one of the ways to raise capital.  Similarly, don’t waste your time on things that are of little benefit. Volunteer your time doing things that position you to become the number one person based on your skills and capacity to bring relevant contribution to various platforms.


I am very glad I had this interview. Thank you very much for your time.


It was my pleasure.



Ruka’s inspiration came in this poetry form:


Rings the inspiration bell

Under the guise of determination

Ka-ching in the fast, she abhors

A WOMAN amongs women!


Yes, she is the one

A body unsuspectful of the grand

Rolls she puts out

Overall in all fields, she is the one


Day is different from night

Exemplary she is she uses all

Loving with open arms the distressed

Innocent plants on this field

Manning the fallen apart

And standing strong for good morals

None beats her on brightness, Ruka Yaro Deliman

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




I need to go to school

So I can lace my shoe

In this muddy pool

Where knowledge is the rule


I need to go to school

So I can be a tool

And seize being life’s bull

For it to ride me dry


I need to go to school

To flaunt my knowing cool

And show what I can do

And fill my mind with good


School of cools

Brace your stools

I’ll sit and rule

And learn to be cool

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



If the moon fails to swoon and dives

Into the clouds in fear and surrenders

Who thinks of where the stars would be?


If one is to victory

And two is to failure

We all know the equation to life is 1/2


If three is to strength

And four is to weakness

We all know everybody has the equation 1(2): 3(4)

You can make it 2/1:4/3

And live upside down

Or choose the former to get the most wins

I choose the former even if I’m a little star

Following the all powerful moon

And may be swallowed by the clouds

Without warning

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Circling the circle

Of the circled

Is still a circle


Squaring the square

Of the squared

Is still a square



rain will fall

The sun will shine

The wind will blow

The earth may shake

The birds will fly

Into the sky

Upon my hi’s

So play I will

And never stand still

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Am me

But need your

Care, love and strength.

Days keep unwrapping

Evenings and nights thronging

Failures of not belonging,

Given my shine, I weep

Hugging myself for

Intense comfort

Just open up

Keep it real

Lean into

Me and

Nail me

On you


Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014



He came back squeaking like a hungry goat

After stepping on my toes and sniffing asses

He asked for forgiveness thinking I was naïve

I told him candidly looking straight into his eyes

That he belonged to the dumpster of my thoughts

Because I threw him out as rubbish after I hurt


If I was the way and he passed me by

Why will I care if he goes straight to die?

Like a machine, he was wired with desire

Is that what the elders are trying to say?

No, I won’t give in for he belongs to the dumpster of my thoughts

Because I threw him out as rubbish after I hurt


I am also a machine which can be wired

And wired anyway possible to even self-destruct

But my remote is in my brain and I was taught,

Taught to operate me and take the right way

So he belongs to the dumpster of my thoughts

I won’t give in because I threw him out as rubbish after I hurt

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


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Amidst the chaos

And the raucous

God saw it good

To lighten the hood

So he formed an angelic human union


The chosen of chastity

Was filled with charity

And light lightened dark light

With no man putting up a fight

Of the outcome of the angelic union


There was no speciality

Even though there was piety

Nine moons travelled

And a human form marvelled

In Bethlehem because of the angelic union


For one to save by living

Others had to take a leaving

To pave way

And thus started the day

Of the product of the angelic union


His start-up lightened us up

In hopes of sitting on peace’s lap

So let us jubilate and laugh

And cleanly and washfully have a bath

On the birthday of the product of the angelic union

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Sing until the bells of heaven ring

Sing and let them ring in many springs

Sing and let heaven all Satan’s flings

Sing, for in happiness, the right thing to do is sing


Laugh until the sorrow of the earth drowns

Laugh and let pain die of drought

Laugh, for the heavens to be proud

Laugh and make sure it is aloud


Who can imprison light so penetrable?

A light given in a gift none can pay?

I dare say our yays can never be enough

To compensate for this eternal gift

Like rain in drought,

I hear a man came and brought

Peace and hope

To clear the head of this world of dope


Let angels sing with flapping wings

Let stones clap and sing with the winds

Let sand merge with shoes and shout

As birds dance to the swift breeze in flight

And let mankind, in togetherness sing

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

Know all about Noella Wiyaala; from her Naughties to her Angelics

NOELLA WIYAALA amoafowaa.com

My guest is an edgy (in a good way) kind of girl. She is fashionable, African, down to earth and real. She is hot on the market right now or should I say climbing the peak of her career? When I had the opportunity to interview her, I was elated and so would you. Let’s get straight into knowing this African specifically, Ghanaian diamond.


Please tell us your name and something about yourself.


My name is NoellaWiyaala. I am a Sisala girl from the Upper West. My father is a Sisala and my mother is a Dagarti. We are five girls. I sing, I dance and I entertain people.  My style of music is Afro Pop. I had my primary education at T. I. Ahmmadiya, and attended Tumu Senior Secondary; KANSEC. I completed in 2005. I’m in my mid-twenties. I’m from a normal family where things can go well and things can go so bad.  So bad that sometimes for months you can’t get meat in your soup.  But you can’t believe this, I’m a full blooded royal. My mother is a royal and my father’s father was a chief. Somehow they met and got married. Now I’m a known singer.


How did you get into singing?


I was a dancer, until I started backing a local artist in Wa. Ras Bingi saw a potential in me. I used to sing in English but he advised that I sing in my local dialect, I did and it worked.

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Which artists inspire you?


Angelique Kidjo, Tina Turner, Miriam Makeba. I love these artists because beside their talents, their stories inspire me. They embody perseverance. When you follow their stories, you realize they went through stuffs like: People not wanting to believe in them and how they suffered before finally succeeding in life. I see myself in most of their stories so they inspire me to aspire to achieve more. Angelique Kidjo always rocks as an African and acts African wherever she goes.  I love Sherifa Gunu too. She works hard and is a proud northerner. Hardly do you come by such talents, she really is a proud Dagomba and I love that of her.



What is a normal day like for Noella?



I wake up as late as ten in the morning, and then I make earrings/ necklaces for myself if I don’t have any engagements. I’m an artist too, I love painting. Every week, I go for rehearsals because an artist must always sharpen her tools. I believe in hard work so I always rehearse my songs with my band every week.

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Who can earn Noella’s respect?


People  who respect themselves, take themselves seriously and people who are hardworking. I don’t like working with lazy people and people who criticize me without basis. I love to be criticized in a positive way though.


Do you feel very bad when you receive negative criticisms?


Yes sometimes I feel bad, but who don’t? No matter who you are, once you receive a criticism, your first thought will be “Why is this person telling me this?” but I can take it. Before I cut my hair, I knew I would be bombarded with comments like “You are ugly o” and the like but at least I knew it would decrease the number of harassers and chasers and I believe that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. So if someone truly loves me, that person should love me whether people find me attractive or not. People should be expecting more from me next year. There are going to be massive changes.


Changes? Can I get a sneak peak into the types of changes?


More changes, my sound will improve, my instrumentation will improve and whatever I did this year would really grow, so next year people should expect my daring self, my hair, my boldness, my songs but I know my limit. When I say daring, I don’t mean dressing naked and all that. I know I must dress well because I’m from a cultured home. I think the stars who dress anyhow are bad influences on the young ones and that is not the message I want to send across. So when I say changes, positive changes I mean.


AMOAFOWAA: What is the naughtiest thing, you’ve ever done?


(Exclaims “ei! Let’s see”) Well, I was really hungry and so I stole a chicken. I have to say it and confess it now to be free. I’m sure the person knew that I was the culprit. I knew it wasn’t good but I really needed to feed. Apart from wearing boys’ underwear, I think that is the naughtiest thing I did. If you’re my boyfriend and you put your underwear down, I’ll wear it, after all sharing is caring, no?


Which types of men attract you?


Me I don’t care. I’m not really attracted to boys that are really handsome. I love men who are marriage materials, honest, hardworking. I’ve noticed that gentle, gentle guys are into me. Others are afraid to approach me, so I think I’m lucky that these kinds of people like me. I don’t mind a handsome man though. I just care much more about the character than physical.


AMOAFOWAA: Noella, what is your take on marriage?


Marriage is a beautiful thing and the joy of women, ei, let me say most women since many foreigners decide not to get married. I’m an African so I respect my values in Africa, the joy of every woman is to marry. My mother is worrying me about marriage and asking for her grandchild. Right now,  I don’t want to say this or that person is my boyfriend because if it doesn’t work,  people may think I’m promiscuous so I keep my private life private. Of course I’d like to get married one day and settle down, and also have time for my children.

I want to be a good role model for the girls. So I’m setting good examples. Anyone who will come must be serious and come with a ring. I don’t support women jumping from man to man. Once you put your relationships out there, even if they fail genuinely, people who look up to you may start copying your life saying “If Noella who is my role model is doing this, then I can also do it” and that is not cool.



What is your take on feminism?


Well, as for this issue, I think women can never be compared to men and men can never be compared to women. God has given women power, power that even men are jealous for, but we are not using it well. We go to school and say we are equal but do nothing to show. If I am a singer and act right, encouraging people to act right, a man sitting somewhere will give me the needed respect. If I do not act right, why will the person respect me? We have the charm to store and give life. Women are very special.



Which religious sect do you belong to?


My father is Muslim and my mother is a Catholic. I know God put my parents together for a reason; to unify people. My father has three wives and he doesn’t force us to practice his religion. I am a moral person. I used to go to church. Although I don’t remember the last time I went to church,  I can say I’m a Christian or a Christian sympathizer.



What is your take on domestic abuse? I ask this because most abuse cases are recorded in the north and mostly, women seem to be at the receiving end of this canker.


It is very alarming and disturbing. It is very bad because a woman carries a man in her tummy and takes care of him until he grows and he grows to call women names, act cruel and beat women? Women must be allowed to do things for themselves and be educated. If at a point your life was in the hands of a woman who could have done you so much harm and she didn’t, you must at least grow up to appreciate her. And for the men who say a woman’s place is in the kitchen, I’ll tell them that I know men who cook for a living. I think this statement shows that most men are insecure and hate that women take over the world. The northern men must stop this because things are changing so they should leave us because we don’t ask for too much but they treat us as slaves. We are your mothers and sisters. The kitchen is not for women alone, if that is so, I dare all men who run restaurants to stop it now! (Laughs) Women must take their schooling seriously so they can be taken serious.



What is your take on politics?


For me to be honest, I’ve decided to stay away from politics. I made a song for my uncle who was aspiring for a political position and people tagged me as belonging to the political party he belonged to, so I learned that I must stay away from it. I need to work hard to be in the industry for as long as I can. I don’t want to be the one person who will come like the wind, blow and pass and be past. I am here and I intend to stay here for a long time. And so I’ve realised that associating ones’ self to a political party can kill talents fast. I wouldn’t mind if any of them decides to sponsor me but I will never record any song for one political party and  I advise all musicians to stay away from politics. I think that is how we can protect the peace and maintain unity.



Do you think politicians are playing with the educational system?


I think they are playing with it. Look at my hometown  Funsi, we don’t have a primary school, we just recently had a secondary school. The school there is a missionary school. Before things get there we only get the bones and not the meat. There are many schools in the south but in some northern parts; nil.  I must add this, I think harnessing the talents of students should be added to the curriculum. There are students who are not doing well in their studies but have some talent which can be harnessed. Look at me, I went to school but now my talent is working for me. In time, I plan to go and create jobs in my home town; this shows that having talent and developing it can be a lucrative path in life. The north must be well taken care of where education is concerned because there are many great minds coming from there.


Now to sports. Which team do you support in Ghana?


I support Black Queens and Black Stars. I used to be a footballer. I was a member of the Telecom Girls and I played number 5 and 10. I was considered a very aggressive midfielder!


Wow! Then why didn’t you join the Black Queens of Ghana?

I did not join them because they do not make it lucrative and even all parents tend to dislike it. Which parent will let their child do something they think will yield no results? That’s why I wrote “Go Go Black Stars” to empower the Black Stars. I could have been the Christiano Ronaldo for Black Queens you know? (Laughs)


If you were given the chance by God to change something on earth today as Jesus Christ, what will you change?


Wow! (Laughs) I’ll change human nature. I’ll just change the way people are so greedy and wicked that they take lives of people. If I were I teacher, I’ll erase evil because I’ll love to live to see how the world will look like without any flaw, even if it is for thirty minutes.


If you were Jesus and you knew you were going to be killed, will you have allowed it?


NO! No! NOOOOO! I’ll run as fast as my legs could carry me. After all, the people I’ll be dying for I know they were the same people who betrayed me. I would never allow it. As for that one, life is just one.



Now please give your final advice dear Noella.



I advise everyone to sit down, look at yourself and find yourself. What is it that I can do as an individual that nobody can do? We are all different and so should think in our capacities rather than copying other people because even twins are different from each other. I think everyone should find that unique talent and make it work. They should also stop blaming the government for them being jobless and find something doing. The devil finds work for the idle hands. If you look around, you can find something doing, something which can at least help you live right.



Thank you very much for your time Noella.

Don’t mention.

(This is the poem Noella Wiyaala inspired me to write after the interview)



Bubbly bright and brimming cup

Streaming with a positive vibe

Going on and on and on

Throwing inspirations in the air



She may have a perfect life

But see how her words are filled with strife

Strife to work on and gain more

To eventually be a wife



Noella Wiyaala, babe of babes

Is the good tree which cherishes her roots

Living largely so no one can uproot

Her supporting root which holds her all



Let all take bow under her tree and take seed

She is the one who works to feed

She calls on all to work to feed

And stop being whiners who need to be fed



Never ever give up the fight

Open and go past your hurdles

Emancipate yourselves from poor threads

Love yourself

Lean on good thoughts

And above all, learn the right


Great words from a maestro in the making

I hope you shine on

Living like you should

Impacting lives as always

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014



I saw a mad man up the hill

Going to church by his free will

I followed keenly forgetting my bill

And hid in silence as the congregations still


The preaching pastor stopped and wailed:

Where are the ushers who have failed?

Do you wish to listen to the derailed?

Be up and doing and sack this derailed


The mad man lifted some huge sticks

Threatening all to pick their picks

All he wanted was to join the sicks

A threat to sack him will cost some sticks


You needed eyes there to see the messed cue

Of runners who shed their colours and turned to blue

None thought of anything in two

Everyone rushed out in time so due


I stood at a distance and watched them run

I never knew the mad man who smiled like the sun

So when the pastors stood bruised by the run

I tried to enter and saw the mad man


He was kneeling in front of the pulpit

Asking God why he dug this pit

I watched with interest as he took his veil

Not a mad man but the Man Himself looking so pale


He asked His people what the Bible says

Who but God orders all the pays?

How could they sack the needy and the hurt?

With shame and fails all faces were hurt

I went to kneel so I could also be blessed

His disappointments were registered and deeply stamped

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Tint, taunt and flaunt

None will measure the amount

Mouths of chapness

Noses of pepper

You know what you’re about, So:

Possess, posses all you want

Wrinkle, wrinkle all you want

Peel, peel all you want

Your reign will soon be over


You are winter in a land

And harmattan in another

A two faced wretch

Who taunts all earthers

Possess, posses all you want

Wrinkle, wrinkle all you want

Peel, peel all you want

Your reign will soon be over


When your time is finally over

Another will come with tools

To repair all your foolery

And beautify all your uglies. So

Possess, posses all you want

Wrinkle, wrinkle all you want

Peel, peel all you want

Your reign will soon be over

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



There is a home far from my head

Where many people go to be heard

Where many sorrows are always aired

And many preys go to be cursefully blessed


With all its vices and uncanny danger

I find sanity always rocking there in a manger

Sanity which makes me a great manager

Taking me away from grounds I’m made a stranger


I see you

I feel you

I know you who tries hard too

And you who shakes to fully boo


And thanks to you, I find peace

Thanks to you I see the pieces

Of life as forms to make one piece

It is a jungle of thoughts which needs to seize

But many good ones impact brightly giving us sanity and peace

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(I say thank you to all those who help me maintain my sanity in my path of trying to put thoughts of some girls in the right. Your words nurse my soul from its constant heartbreaks. Blessings.)



I protect my chicks like

An impenetrable building

Against hawks and eagles

Quacking like a troublesome duck to show my love

But my chicks end up producing chicks

Chicks of chicks!

What kind of hen am I?


I teach my she-chicks how to bathe

I teach my she-chicks how to live to peck and grow

I teach my she-chicks the purpose of strength

I teach my she-chicks the need for age

I teach my she-chicks prime’s selection

It seems they heed not to my teachings

They end up producing weak and little chicks

Chicks of chicks!

What kind of hen am I?


I remember my time

I lived as a chick under the wings of my mother

I listened and grew

Shaking all cock advances

When my time was ripe, many cocks gathered

And begged for my wings

I did choose only the best

Although it didn’t work as planned

I have never regretted

Because chicks follow hens and cocks have many choices

If my chicks end up as chick mothers

What kind of hen am I?


Why do I need to be slapped by disappointments?

Why do I need to be slapped by trust?

All cocks stare at me now

Their eyes asking what my impenetrable walls were for

What do I say?

How do I answer?

I sacked and taunted them for nothing

All the while, many of them laughed behind my back

Because they had my chicks under my wings

Chicks producing chicks!


Oh monstrous fate!

I think I’ve lived too long

Being branded a quacking guru and a bad hen

I really don’t know what I am

What kind of hen am I?

Probably a very ignorant hen!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014



Light is poison

To the eyes of an owl

Its fear of light is like

Human’s fear of darkness


You light your path in the dark

Knowing not you’re woe to an owl

And its generation

And you attribute your snooping to its help?


Flat lies are too shameful

When they walk in daylight

In pencilled heels

In the full glare of known eyes


So light for backdoored flights

Never tell the owl it is for its good

An owl like me needs darkness

To function in living

Know my nature before getting an alibi

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Peacocks of beauty, have it all

Saints in duty, get it all

When your nights fall

Pride will shine to fan you in darkness


Members of earthly heaven; spend it all

The paupers’ tears; drink them all

When your nights fall

Sins of corruption will wake to help you fight termites


Fans of meat; have it all

The poor in your net; have them all

When your night falls

Your stomachs will show others that you’re meatless


If you are chewing the baboon’s hand

Please have a good look at yours

For there will come a day

When death will be human as you turn baboon

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



If I quietly serve

In a world which men’s ego reserve

Would I be treated like I deserve?


Sleep, and I’ll sleep

My mood is bad, weep, and I’ll weep

Will they be so good as to the peace keep?


And if my children lie

On mats of dreams, would their thoughts

Buy their future ascension?

Like goats, we search for more

No matter how much we soar

Not even if gold, like rain, pour


I am life’s hungry animal

You know you are materials’ hungry animal

Yes, we are all needful hungry animals

None is exempted

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Kisses in grave heat

Tends to all high passions beat

No good comfort here


Kisses in cold breeze

Blend with passions and honour;

Blessings if you like


Why fall to timing

When best songs do the rhyming?

Good times rightly bless


I need to be there

Under wings of timely time

To get its blessings


I need right blessings

I won’t be seconds’  bubble

Which dazzles to burst

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Pile problems properly

Petting petty paupers?

Prime prompts privacy

Personal pets prune


Miss many messages

Messing most in mess

Men move mountains

Manifesting more miracles


Forms for fans:

Fall from far

Fiercely fight first and

Fling-up firm


Doing deeds of deaths?

Dry destinies in doom

Don’t do dampness

Drawing in dew


Serve sweetly

Soaring sternly

Strip to the symphony

Of awe in succulence

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014