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

By amoafowaa

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

8 replies on “THE WOMAN I ENVIED”

The whole idea is to a twist that I envied from afar someone that I am. I never saw myself that pretty until I looked at myself from another’s eyes. So I adore the me, in the form of my motherland. Thank you for asking.


As you know many African-Americans make pilgrimages to Africa. We want to see our ancestral place of origin. Within the next three to six years I too plan to visit Africa, especially Ghana, Nigeria and Mozambique which is where through DNA I traced my maternal ancestors. I’m gonna kiss the ground and hug the trees when I get there!!

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