Wrapped in beauty

Are the rots with shiny eyes

Booting goodness

With their long legs of deceits and fancy


Wrapped in the rots

Are the goodness sent to hell

By heads doped in the rot

Into the reverence of its essence


A world, so harmed

By bad, so wrong

Yet minds, don’t think

And hearts, are captured


I need that heart that works so great

I need that head which thinks so great

Not that which see factions as tools

To be used to breakage and dumped for new


I’m calling

Why is there no voice?

I’m calling, why do I get no response?

Like an echo roaming in rocks

My voice reverts after decades to me

Poor, poor them and me

We were brought to many things see

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

What is the Delay Show Turning Into?

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Television hosts in Ghana hardly impress me especially when they host interview programmes but The Delay Show blew me away the first time I watched it. I felt the host had depth, could push, could intimidate, and knew how to get the answers she needed (And she still does) and so hardly a session pass me by. Now I feel the show is turning into a prostitute parade show, a show which fuels the whims of bad girls or better put, a show which is a bad influence on girls who need motivation to soar high.

Being a teacher whose aim is to motivate student girls to aspire for greater things other than being housewives to big bosses, I feel very wronged whenever I see platforms meant to motivate and inspire promote women who use their bodies as baits and men as wallet to move ahead. Many women have proven and are still proving that girls inspired can aim and achieve anything they set their minds to. There are now many voices chasing that freedom of mindset for the girls and women hitherto forced into submissiveness but Deloris Frempong Manso, who is actually a woman who has made it and is still making it by working hard in this African zone, coming forward to offer her platform to high class prostitutes and women who use their bodies to get what they want, so they can teach girls how to go about the art of prostitution and luring men actually drops jaws. This is a shame! Seeing Mandy Afriyie Acquah or whatever she is called, telling tales of how her boyfriend bought her a Range Rover at 18 is despicable.

People who aspire for greater things abound in Africa. Women who have studied and succeeded are here, women who have toiled to the top are also here, so why must a platform like that be given to gold diggers and high class prostitutes?

As a female teacher who seeks equity for women, I am working hard and of course, I know many who are also working hard for girls and women to rise. Only God knows how difficult it is to put boys on the sweeping roaster up here in the North, only God knows how difficult it is to make the girls understand that their place is not in the kitchen and that they were not brought to school to do domestic chores for their male colleagues, only God knows how difficult it is for some of us to live in areas like this where self proclaimed superiors in the form of men think they are gods to be worshipped and speak anyhow to any woman they come across.

I am entreating Delay to rethink about the goals of her show and if possible rate it. If Delay cannot help motivate young ones to work hard, she must not break the walls of “can do” being built around them and for her own sake, she must listen to this voice before people begin to rubbish her show.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia


Dear lover afar

Listen to the vibes from me

To know and read signs

I will send the winds to you

To deliver our meet-times


I will bribe all trees

Especially the wawa 

And huge odum trees

Sapele too, for our good

I dream to cage mosquitoes


Since ethnicity

Has mouths with tongues of zillions

Let our deeds do right

So any time you feel them;

Those winds, please come running here


Come running to me

Under the Sapele tree

Through the wawa shrubs

Hiding in odum shelter

Into these arms in shadows


The sounds of live tongues

Brewing fires and hot brimstones

Need these our cool plans

As we enter the hot earth 

To wait for burning  to end


It’s not fair to us

We don’t have to be pounded

In ethnic mortar

Neither do we have to pound

Ethnic vampires to learn right


So sing lullabies

And send them on sleep travels

Before setting off

Then the moon will be our light

As the fireflies songly whine


I know Afrifa,

Your father hates the afar

Says we should be meat

And not equals, it’s sad love

In this modern world we live

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Mum C

I no want be man

Why I go dey want be man?

Woman dey be waaa



Them no dey fit cry

Them always dey shave shave beard

Wet dreams, na wetin?



I no want be man

Africa pressure no small

For man, them sweat pass



Them always dey beg

For dark dark then flex for light

For them worship hall



I no want be man

Woman dey accuse sotaaay

Na all curse don gas



If a man hungry

Wey kind man go give am food

If im face biabia?



Africa man tire

Dem chase chase flexing woman

Wey dem lose money



A barren woman

No dey shame like man whose

Gun no have bullet



Man be room, no gate

Man be room, no get window

Man na suffer bag


I no want be man

So so tire tire be man’s fort

Why I want be man?



Woman dey suffer

I no go lie, but them live

Dem dey dodge pressure

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015






When craving pangy bells did rang

She lovingly caressed to ease the stress

Fuming and threatening that which gnawed

With laws which seemed outlawed

To make me see that one is flawed

When he, she or it, gets to my bad side

Increasing love was never cherished

Until the mouth of the grave opened

And called her out in a loud shout

What am I to do here now?

Her hands can no longer reach me

From the mouth of the grave

And I yearn for them in the middle

Of the river of my tears drenched in my fears

Like a stray cat lost in a vast sea

Oh Grandma! You so chewed!

Oh Grandma! You so maimed! 

Oh Grandma! You who had so much love!

Ascend the grave

Come here and save

Save your beloved in the form of me

For I was wrong to see so late

That what we had, was just one

Yes, one for once in a lifetime

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


I wanted to see

I had my own dreams of what it’ll be;

Having massages and drinking tea

Receiving much love without a fee

Being the she never cheated by a he

Feeling surreal loving all and me

But it was never what I dreamt it’ll be


I began to see

That everything was not what we see

When I realized all need a fee

To dish out tea with glee

Wishes force horrid pee

Which blinded me covering all I see

Who calls for tea in troubles in Africa when he is no Lee?



Now, I don’t want to forcefully pee

I need good loving without a fee

I need good eyes which will help me see

The wings of happiness and how it came to be

Because the thoughts are dressing me to the tee

But I really, really don’t want to forcefully pee

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015



Fears now walk on metal legs

Holding huge metal pegs

Pegging hearts through words

Spewed from mouths of math phobias like flawed surds




They walk on minds like end times

Wearing clothes of signs picked from Holy Books which rhymes

Using the gateways of ears and eyes

Confusing minds against the lies



Even a mulatto’s car

With a beast tag has long horns which bar

The minds of the ’Deity’s mouthpieces

Making them tear hearts into pieces




What is the truth?

What can you say to my heart soothe?

What can melt these irons

Which are sending us many times to fake Zions?





Many are the hell rejects

Who are purported to tell on hell for man’s reflects

And they mostly tell of the tormented

After they have their own lamented




Do we have the walking dead

Now showing faces and begging to be fed

And be given sheds

And names like Teds?




If you have a voice which can bounce

And give me reasons in sounds

I would be glad

And would be saved from going mad

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015


Maker of guava

Who is a lover

And ever ready to deliver

Please deliver

And stop my quiver

It makes me shiver

In my liver

Make me a diva

In life’s river

And I’ll be a giver

And I’ll never

Let you my lover

End like a fowl in a silver

Just let many say viva

Yes viva Amoafowaa forever!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (2015)




am glad

for the faces

which looked, clicked

read, commented and or liked



Can’t express

the love, I feel, for

the many, who boost

this confidence, with legs, so tiny


So I say;

thanks for the love

thanks for the read

thanks for the many many likes

thanks for the words

thanks for critiques

know they really really help

thanks for your time

and to hosts who play good roles

thanks for your precious time

and God richly bless you all

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


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When dangling bells

Sound to their importance sell

My chest pots do bell



They do bell and tell

Of trees of God’s perfection

Seeking reaction


Do they produce fruits

No matter their hoarding years?

My heart calms its fears



I’m the only house

Of mobile humanity

Made by the ’Deity




I’m the only tree

With two ready hot pots full

To serve new ones full


My house monthly cleaned

And emptied for visitors

Of the creator who mentors



All dangling fruits,

My kinds do the production

So why their actions?



Oh all known ingrates!

Please do get locks for heads

As you lie on beds



You might have visions

Visions of all your missions

To right decisions


For this glorious art

Refined in life’s compassion

Is a sensation

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015



I need a light

To lighten my path

As I take a stroll

In my static state

Like a lying statue


I need a light

To show me all

The stumps 

The stones

And the trappy pits


I need a light 

To show me faces

So I can know

One who goes my pace

To make this journey

A lively one


I need a light

To see those I meet

To know the fights

And fly like a kite

When powers run out

I need a light

I need that light

I need that light

To make me tight

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Untouched apples

Flaunt, mount, taunt, and haunt 

Until eyes force streams in mouths

And mouths gulp for bodies to drown

In the wants of un-haves


When the apples fall

In hot pots of thoughts it caught

Teeth bite with vigour and stride

Diminishing of wants

Come with every bite


Then the wars starts

Slight, fright, tight in heights

As bitings become responsibilities

Instead of pleasure

And seeds occupy times of leisure

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Maame told me not to wriggle

Because it will make many eyes do the tickle

But a step from leg come with a wriggle

And I saw no eyes do the tickle

So I wriggled my wriggle

On my many leggy workings


I met Apia on the way to farm

One Monday and I saw no harm

He looked at me and said damn!

You look so much like your beautiful mum

He touched my hair and said to calm

For he would never do me harm


He touched my neck

And gave me a peck

He said that was the white way to remove a speck

Mmm aaaa, I want you on deck

You’re so important I can’t call you on beck

But please calm my ways and keep me in check


I didn’t want to touch him

But his countenance was dim

As he lay in pain under the tree called nim

So I lay beside him 

To calm his whim

But a snake stood from inside of him


I made to run

But he had on me a ban

He held me like a ham and told me he was a man

And if he so desires he would throw me into a can

I felt my blood boiling like a coke’s gas run

After a while I looked for a bite and did find none


A snake rose from a man’s farm

And did me harm

But I felt I wanted more of that fine harm

Until mama caught me looking harmed

She looked so angry I couldn’t keep calm

She said damn! Now I’ll cause you harm

If only she had explained to me the harm

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



I am tomato

Know the pattern to cut me

To see my fine seeds


Cut me from my pate

And you’ll only see my flesh

My side is my gate


And from my good side

My blessing blood awaits you

You who cut me right


Also from my side

You can hold my natural clothes

And strip me naked


I will mess you up

When you cut me anyhow

Search before cutting

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



She, watches and walks away

Having nothing to say

Bowing her head in shame

Dreading love’s name


She, refuses to wipe her tears

Because they are flowing to show her fears

She hears many mouths say fie

She wants to die


Because love’s ride

Made her hide

And her trust tuned to tides

She prays to swerve the chides


Lovers rock

But with tick tock

Their fires blast, in shame, in shaaaame

Lovers roll

But with heat’s toll

They see their dirt

And fall, it’s amazing their hearts

Feel the painful debris of their fun

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Even without the cock

The hen does its wake

Pecking and pecking

For its children’s sake

Opening its wings

When danger does bake

A piece here, a piece there

An angel in the wake


When sticks are coming

It does shout for all to run

When chicks need afternoon roosting

It sits and forms a house

When people are chasing 

It stands with its cutlass beak

A hen is a ten god

Familiar with the rod



Cocks just crow

Mate and glow

Showing the shoulders in a mane

Which flows

Growing the muscles

Like scary crows

They are super models

To be emulated by men

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


When the sky

Goes to war

The earth goes awry

And becomes the poor


When the sky

Dances in colour

The world does fly

In its moody colour


When the sky

Like the elephant thumps

The world does cry

Feeling the pain of the thumps


Let the world think

Of these simple words

And have a link

With future birds

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

Edward Sena Dey: A Combination of Goodness, Kindness and Affection

Mr. Edward Sena Dey
Mr. Edward Sena Dey

Today, our guest post is Mr. Edward Sena Dey, the elder brother of Kafui Dey of the “Who Wants to be Rich Project” fame. I personally call him the happy god because he is seen always with a smile on his face. He is an amazing spokesperson with a very huge heart. As to how I know, find out for yourself in his interview.

AMOAFOWAA: You’re welcome to Please tell us about yourself

MR. DEYI was born on Thursday 19th March, 1970 at the Clinique Hubert in Dakar Senegal, and spent the remaining seventeen years of my life in between Ouagadougou, Abidjan,Beijing, Accra, London and Algiers. My childhood involved a lot of travelling around, so I learnt never to get too comfortable. My most memorable trip was between Beijing and Hongkong by train, 38 hours, but it was an awesome experience. I have three younger brothers.

 My dad is Victor Dey Sr, a retired diplomat, and my mum is the late Mrs. Olivia Nuku Dey of blessed memory. I have been deeply affected by all these travels, because unlike my brothers who returned to Ghana at some point, I stayed right through with my folks, as a result, I am constantly on the go, and I get bored easily.
I love classical music and smooth jazz, but am also open to most genres as a result of my music background on the piano.
I have always been a happy go lucky, easy going chap who makes the best out of any situation. I used to be very shy and couldn’t look most people in the eye until my dad impressed upon me one day that I would be taller than most, and that walking around like Quasimodo wasn’t exactly confidence-inspiring. So I walked chest out and haven’t looked back since. I have friends and classmates all over the world.
Our Christmas parties in Beijing used to be like a united nations gathering, with father xmas arriving in the British Ambassador’s Bentley. Childhood was very colourful and a lots of fun. 
I am the eldest of four boys. I love to read, listen to a very wide range of music, and I also play classical piano. I suffer from a bad case of wanderlust, as the first eighteen years of my life were spent traipsing between six countries on three continents, with my family…I love to travel, and nothing beats the buzz one gets from touching down in a new place, and taking in the cuisine, smells, culture and new language. I also love to have a good meal, and a joke, and am ever ready with a quip or an anecdote for just about any given situation, something I inherited from my late mum. I have a large heart, and am pretty slow to anger, and whenever I do get upset, it is never for long, as life is too short! I am a people-person, and sometimes, can be the life and soul of the party. I have an infectious smile and temperament, and let’s just say that when I enter somewhere, you will know that I have arrived….I have physical presence, in the truest sense of the word. I also used to be in Rotary International, and am very passionate about community service. I’m currently with a charity firm called Friends of Little Angels Trust (FoLAT), and it takes care of, and provides help for kids with cancer. Just before Christmas, we went to the Childrens’Block at Korle Bu Teaching Hospital, to provide them with meals and gifts. It was very touching, and reminded me as to how fortunate I am.

AMOAFOWAA: The first thing I’d like to ask is, have you ever cried?

MRDEY: I have more than my fair share of frustrations, issues and fears, just like any one else. I just let things roll off my back, and do not allow any situation to get to me. I do cry, but it’s not very often, and I am not a bawler. Tears flow freely when I experience hurt, deep pain or sadness. The day I lost my mum, I excused my self, after the news had been confirmed, went to a corner of the hospital, and had a really good cry. The toughest times are in the mornings, when I have to get up to take care of my dad…he is a very powerful reminder that she is no more, and sometimes, as I take care of him, the tears flow freely…but it is cathartic, and I tend to feel a lot better afterwards. I have learnt about inner strength and the ability to suffer pain and adversity with dignity, from my dad. He was a former career diplomat, and so taught me all about nuance, and couching language in such a way that you can get even the crudest of messages across with style and panache. He suffers from multiple conditions, and is gravelly ill, as I speak, but I derive my strength and comfort from him, in the knowledge that all that I may be enduring, cannot be any worse than what he has had to go through, losing his wife of forty five years, and often in immense physical pain, but never ever complaining. I remember the day I got back from putting her into the morgue, and had to deal with family and friends at home. A childhood friend remarked that he was amazed at the calm I exhibited, and I was actually even consoling people and cracking jokes. I am the eldest of four boys, and my younger brothers subconsciously lean onto me for strength and comfort, so I have had to step up. Hence my always having a smile…a lot of the times you see me with a broad smile, I have probably done my share of crying, and I am not afraid to admit it.

AMOAFOWAA: What do you do now as a vocation?

MR. DEY: I worked in the hospitality industry for fifteen years, working in various hotels, in various capacities, at the Front Office, Sales and Marketing and Guest Relations. I have had to put my life quite literally on hold, to look after my father, as he needs round the clock care. I looked after him for a year after my mum’s death before acquiring the services of a carer to help out. But I haven’t totally relinquished my responsibilities, because when he (the carer ) closes from work to go home, I still have to look after him. Sometimes he wakes up, suffering from insomnia, and I end up having to stay up the whole night, and getting him to have his bath and get dressed before the carer reports for work in the morning. It is gruelling, physically and emotionally, but he is my dad, and he took care of us when we were young, put us up in good schools, got us to travel the world, and taught us about etiquette, so, if he isn’t doing so well physically, it is a no-brainer as to what I have to do for him. I have learnt a lot about the aged, tolerance, patience and unconditional love.  It has cost me a lot in various spheres of my life, but I will willingly do it again in a heartbeat. I also mcee for corporate and social events, and can translate documents from French into English.

Mr. Edward Sena Dey
Mr. Edward Sena Dey

AMOAFOWAA: What is the naughtiest thing you have ever done?

MR. DEY: Wow, the naughtiest thing I have done was probably getting hot and heavy with the girlfriend in an area very close to the public….anyone could have walked in on us, but it was a he adrenalin rush!

AMOAFOWAA:  Lol. “Send a girl child to school” was a very popular song in the late 90’s. Do you think we have achieved that as Africans?

MR. DEY: I don’t think so. A lot of people in our social set-up still give preference to educating boys over girls. I find that very sad, because, when you educate a woman, you educate a whole nation, because the skills she acquires, coupled with her ability to multitask, make her a very valuable asset indeed. Society has to desist from that school of thought, and give girls equally the same opportunities, as they would boys. Girls have a lot to offer…I even wished I had a sister, but it is a bit late for that now. So, in that respect, Africans have failed abysmally, and the abduction of the girls by Boko Haram, aptly demonstrates that old schools of thought, die hard.

AMOAFOWAA: There is a clause in the GES code of conduct which states that if girls get pregnant, they should be asked to leave the school, after birth, they should be given transfer letters to any school of their choices but if they abort their pregnancies, they should be rusticated without any letters of recommendation. What is your take on this matter.

MR. DEY: This is a deep-rooted problem. First of all, sex education isn’t taught in schools, so, most girls do not really know what is going on with their bodies, much more, getting pregnant . I went to a Catholic boys school in London, and you know the Catholic Church’s take on contraception? Try telling 11 to 18 year olds about abstinence, when their hormones are raging all over the place. It won’t work. Most girls do not choose to get pregnant. It happens, more often than not, out of ignorance, and every case is unique. Sex education needs to be taught in a healthy manner, but, unfortunately, it’s taboo for most. Most girls, as a result, have to find out about the facts of life, the hard way. When school authorities are faced with either of these situations, they need to look long and hard into the matter before arriving at a decision, because, in most cases, the end result is life-altering. Instead of judging the girl for getting pregnant, or for termination, they must be taught the various modes of contraception, as well as be knowledgeable about their bodies. Once they are fully aware of these things, these two scenarios will reduce to the barest minimum. There must be a wholistic approach to teenage pregnancy, as it is a huge problem.

AMOAFOWAA: Are women right groups overdoing the “Women Emancipation” thing?MRDEY: It is a double-edged sword. I am for womens’ lib, but I draw the line where the very same women advocating for their emancipation, want to be treated with kid gloves, as and when it suits them. It is all about balance, and making the playing field as level as possible.

AMOAFOWAA: In your candid opinion, can Ghana and for that matter Africa, be a reading community?

MR. DEY: Yes. But unfortunately, with the advent of the internet, and the emergence of video game systems, children are reading a lot less, and playing more. Ghana, and in the broader sense, Africa, can become a reading community. It is all about parents exerting more control over their kids, as opposed to leaving them to their own devices. A lot of parents, especially those who grew up with very little, tend to overcompensate, and end up destroying their children in the process, instead of nurturing them. My brother Kafui’s kids are only allowed on weekends, on condition that they have done their chores and homework. Reading does wonders for your grammar and diction, and, in not reading, you do yourself a great disservice.

AMOAFOWAA:  Who did you grow up reading from?

MR. DEY: My father was a liberal arts major, who did English, French and Music for A Levels, before proceeding to the University of Ghana to study French. We have always had books at home. My dad is a lover of dictionaries, so we have them all over the house. From the ages of 5 to 10, I could read, write and speak Mandarin fluently, so my dad got me an English-Chinese-Chinese-English Oxford Dictionary. He also had the complete bilingual  works of Shakespeare, and got us the World Book, which comprises an encyclopaedia, double volume dictionary, an atlas, a four volume medical ailments pack, as well as a double volume on the British Isles. So my brothers and I learnt to do research early. We lived in Beijing from 1975-1980. The first two years, Kafui and I, went to Chinese primary school, not as foreign students, but as one of them, complete with green fatigues, red star and all. Then one day, we came home, and I told my dad that Mao Tse-Tung, the then Chinese leader, was God. It was indoctrination that we were regurgitating. My dad pulled us out of school. Our next door neighbor, Christine Wade, was a special needs teacher who set up a school called the Little English School. It was like going to prep school in England. We read Aesops’ Fables, Rudyard Kipling and what have you.  People tell me I speak very well, but then again, so do my brothers, and this was the genesis of all that. I grew up learning French first, then Ewe, and then English. Mrs. Wade left for Moscow a year before we returned. So we were at home for a year. My dad put us through vocabulary drills. We could read whatever we wanted, but we had to produce ten words for him each day, that we could use in sentences. Upon return to Ghana, most schools were scared to take us because they felt we had been home too long. But Under Christine Wade’s tutelage, coupled with my dad’s vocabulary drills, we were a tough act to follow. He enrolled us at the Osu Childrens’ Library, as well as British Council. When I do my morning devotion, I read my Bible verse in English and in French. It is to keep my French from going dormant. So, as you can see, I am from a family of readers.

AMOAFOWAA: Impressive. Now to the next question, if you were the Minister of Education today, what are the plans you would put in place to ensure the growth of the sector?

MRDEY: I would look into the remuneration of teachers and lecturers, make more funding available to the sector, and make more research grants available for them to pursue their studies and be at par with their counterparts worldwide. A country’s most valuable asset is its human resource, and it goes without saying, that it is absolutely vital that it is equipped with the requisite skills and tools.

AMOAFOWAA: Why am I praying for you to be in that position? Oh, because I loved the sound of that. Mr. Dey, is politics a necessary evil?

MR. DEY: I normally do not delve into politics here in Ghana because we are a deeply polarized nation, and even the smartest of people make decisions and think along political lines. I attended a funeral at the weekend for the late wife of the National Security Adviser, Mr. Francis Poku. The NPP bigwigs, I realized, arrived AFTER President Mahama, which is a faux-pas. Some of my friends were telling me that because it was a private function, they were not abliged to observe protocol. Private function or not, the President is still the most powerful man in the land, and must be accorded the due respect wherever he goes. Politics, when thoroughly understood, is healthy. It is important to have politics. The opposition help to keep the party in power, on its toes. Politicians must start thinking in the interest of the nation, instead of looking out for their selfish, parochial interests. I don’t do much Ghanaian politics, because, when you tune in to the morning shows on tv and radio, the mudslinging, the vitriolic statements and the insults, leave a very bitter taste in my mouth. So, I do three stations, Starr FM, Atlantis and BBC. The rest I don’t bother with.

AMOAFOWAA: What is your impression of the Mahama?

MR. DEY: I think His Excellency the President is a fundamentally decent man, who wants to do the right thing. But I don’t know about some of those around him. Being at the top, can be very lonely, and he cannot be on top of everything. He has had to deal with a lot of rot and corruption, which unfortunately, has been the way of life, for generations and governments, past and present. He well and truly has his work cut out for him, with the energy crisis, the water situation, and what have you.

AMOAFOWAA: Sorry I still have to do politics, I really need to get into your thoughts so forgive me. Did Kufuor do better?

MR. DEY: I really don’t like to compare administrations. I am not much of a political animal, but the Kufuor administration has had its highs and lows, as has the current Mahama government. All I wish for them to do, is to see the big picture and take decisions in the interest of Ghana.

AMOAFOWAA: Who, to you, is the most disappointing politician in Ghana today?

MR. DEY: There are quite a few of them. I saw General Mosquito in a ladies’ coat in Germany. That in itself is a no-no. Before you travel, you must check out the weather forecast for the duration of your stay at your destination. A quick call to the embassy in Bonn, could have sorted this out. Even if he didn’t have a coat, he could have communicated his size, for one to be made available for him on arrival. Sadly, most of our politicians do not think out of the box, and the Germans must be having a good laugh at our expense. I would rather have sat in the comfort of the heated official vehicle than end up in that predicament. Fortunately, he is a small man. If he were my size, it would have been very embarrassing indeed. As a top government official, you must behave like airline crew…have a bag packed and be ready to roll, when given orders to do so.

AMOAFOWAA: Do you believe Anita De-Soso’s claim that witchcraft reigns in Ghana’s finances?

MR. DEY: That is a load of hogwash. I don’t buy such ignorant, misplaced blanket statements . Mismanagement is the bane of our woes, not witchcraft or sorcery.

AMOAFOWAA: Do you think the price increase of products and salaries tally?

MR. DEY: No, they don’t. Most Ghanaians work on earth, and get paid in the skies. How the authorities arrived at the ludicrous sum of 7 cedis being the daily minimum wage, is beyond me. A half decent lunch costs three to four times that amount. Ghanaians are “magicians”, and I don’t mean so in the witchcraft sense. People can make 500 cedis a month, spend thrice as much, and still have some left in the bank. Accra is one of the most expensive cities on earth, and how most survive, baffles me. God does well and truly love us.

Mr. Edward Sena Dey
Mr. Edward Sena Dey

AMOAFOWAA: Truly God loves us.  If I mention any of these names: Obinim, Prophet 1 and the others, would you say they are role models and why?

MR. DEY: They are role models because thy have a huge sphere of influence, and what they say and do, positive or otherwise, affect a lot of people.

AMOAFOWAA: Is Christianity still “appetizing” even with its current trends?

MR. DEY: I guess it depends on the mindset of the people involved, their values, belief systems, backgrounds and mindsets.

AMOAFOWAA: Sex and music videos in Ghana, is it denting the essence of decorum?MRDEY: Yes, because there is no censorship per se. People produce whatever tickles their fancy, and get away with it. It’s the same with the print media. Some of the newspapers you see in the news stands, are porn, pure and simple. In the West, they are tucked out of sight, and out of the reach of minors.

AMOAFOWAA: Who is your best artist in the entertainment industry today?

MR. DEY: It is probably Shatta Wale, in spite of the controversy swirling around him. He should concentrate on his music, and talk less.

AMOAFOWAA: Please tell us some recipes for staying happy.

MR. DEY: Be as honest and as upfront as possible. If anything troubles you, and talking about it makes you sleep better at night, then, by all means say it. Don’t take life too seriously, and don’t be bothered by what people say about you. They talk about you because they want to be like you. Do a random act of kindness to a total stranger. I boarded a bus today, and a woman had trouble getting on, as her hands were full. I took her stuff from her, and waited till she was inside, and gave it back to her. She was very surprised. Give freely, especially to those who need more than you do. Endeavour to take part in community service. It is very fulfilling. Engage in moderate exercise. The mind and body need to be in sync with one another, and that is the best way to do it. Surround yourself with positive-minded individuals.

AMOAFOWAA: Your advice to Ghanaians who have decided not to vote during the 2016 ballot

MRDEY: Your vote is your power. Forget about who may or may not be in office. Your vote is your voice, and in not doing so, you get yourself disenfranchised, and are thus disconnected from the decision-making process.

AMOAFOWAA: How is it like having a famous brother like Kafui Dey?

MR. DEY: My brother is my brother, pure and simple. The same guy I grew up with. Fame has not changed him. It is flattering for people to mistake me for him, but I make them understand that I am not him. Sometimes I have to pull out a photo of us together to make my point.

AMOAFOWAA: Is there a sort of envy sometimes?

MR. DEY: No, none whatsoever. My brothers are three supremely talented individuals, so I support them in any way I can. When they have events, I go to them, and give them my take on them afterwards.

AMOAFOWAA: Your advice to the audience of

MR. DEY: Always treat people with respect. Stay humble. Never ever get ahead of yourself. Be polite. If I don’t know you, I refer to you as Sir or Ma’am. It doesn’t take anything away from you, and people love it when they are made to feel relevant. Like my late mum always said “Everyone has their role to play on earth”. Never belittle anyone, as you never know tomorrow. The people you meet on the way up, are the very ones you meet on the way back down. It doesn’t cost anything to be nice. It is gratis, and people will remember you for your kindness long after you are gone.

AMOAFOWAA: Thank you very much for your time on

MR. DEY: You’re welcome.


His interview came in this form:


When the grounds of your face

Is the playground of smiles

Goodness becomes your determining pace

And you can go many miles


He eats kindness

Drinks kindness

Works kindness

And sleeps kindness



Doped in pious sainthood

Winning over realms of anger

Arresting talks of sins

Reasoning in forgiveness

Down to earth as the son of the earth


Sees it all

Enough to fall

Nevertheless, he does endure

Airing advice to uproot same stumps on other roads


Day in and out

Every vein of his smiles

You need to emulate Edward Sena Dey

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015


He had thoughts confined

Kept mute to be refined

Like a monkey in a heavy suit

His sweat formed a river

That run into the sea of the public

Whose fishes gulped and swam

Loving the newness thereof

Unbearables fetched it

And sent it to another river

To introduce the sweat which initially acted

Like sea water

They traced to see the source

And realized it was from a monkey

In a very heavy suit

And so it was that all seas heard

Of the thick hairs being baked

By refinement

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Ring riding rims that roll

Wretched realms roll wretched wreck

Riding and ringing reads reaping rains

“Ray has got a ray that say he’s gay”

As in happiness in life which never ends

So ring ring ring your bell

Riding rims that roll and flow

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


The mango tree

Lived so free

In the middle of the forest

Many animals rested in her bosom

Many others lay in her hair

Wild ones made swings to play on her

It bore it all

Hoping many would protect her in time

It ovulated, mated, and produced her young

They were many but she showed them all to be fair

Some animals begun to throw stones

Some climbed to shake the tree

Some climbed just to bite and destroy

Some used their swings and 

The winds played their naughty parts

The mango tree was only able to keep only three

The forest thought it was doing good

Until they realised how sweet the mangoes were when ripe

If the mangoes are our young ones

And the animals are strong men

Let thoughts do the do

And take seed

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Feelings run with talking shoes

Tainting my veins in all hues

Month after month, paying no dues

Popping and yelling with no cues

Like I never ever loved


Their aphrodisiac is cold,

Run amok without being told

Their running strides so damn bold

They have such bad taunting hold

Like I never ever loved


Sometimes their eyes stop to look

Poking horrid fingers to make me book

Making sure their vibes did shook

Teasing for another chapter of their book

Like I never ever loved


Oh sweet bitter love

Known to be from up above

Show yourself like a white dove

And stop treating me like a stove

And like I never ever loved

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Malm Bed Black

If all beds have mouths

They would tell tales of their loads

And tell where it hurts


If all beds have eyes

They would tell tales never heard

In dark’s dark bosom


Yes, many break down

Retorting without answers

I tears never seen


Yes, many are blind

Blinded by the odd punches

Of deeds not for eyes


Beds, you are in reds

And red here stands for mourning

So mourn in glamour

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


An audience so full

Enough to break many bulls

Offering to be tools

Trying to feign all the cools

On the veranda they pull


As the breathless leaves

Their loyalties go with it

Fitting perfectly

Into its six feet with ease

What are left behinds to do?


A peak at a sound

Show phantomed shadows in all

Familiar places 

Of the gone. Erasers please!

Oh! No erasers for those


The bed is not same

Half as cold as ice, half with

Unbearable heat

Hands of thoughts, loneliness and

Fear do the touching and laugh


Lord please have mercy!

Lord fill those vacuums with love

Preparing a path

Like that of the heavens to

Erase the thoughts and loss felt

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



In your eyes

I see a parade of lies

Organising a coup of ties

With an aim of many cries

Oh fie!


On your face

I see your greed’s pace

I know the soil in your vase

You definately have no case

So prepare for a chase


By your gestures

Spellings are bold in features

None can fault your teachers

Prayers made for your raptures

Are in captures


And soon

The prayers will reach the moon

The moon will never swoon

It’ll get to God who’ll make you a baboon

And you’ll be lost on the sea with no pontoon

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



When you throw a ball

On any floor

It bounces

It bounces


When you pick it up and throw again

It bounces here

It bounces there

Bouncing and bouncing and bouncing


We are like balls

Of grumpy life

So prepare to bounce

When a throw calls for it

Free your mind to bounce whenever

And wherever you are thrown to bounce

As long as your air stays intact

And your cover has no puncture

Such is the nature of our existence

I am bouncing

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

My Confession: I Love Women, if that Makes Me a Lesbian…


Recently, I get many accusations that I may be a woman lover, mostly from men who see themselves as my knight in shinning armour and their families (well, the only person who must make see that knight is me and I’ve not seen him yet). Oh, what is wrong with loving women? I love women and will forever love women and I’m not saying I hate men, was I not fathered by a man? None must judge me for my choices. I will tell you the funny story of my existence.

When the choirmaster of a church deceived a pretty damsel, slept with her and some other women, impregnated her and bolted with some other woman, it was the kind lady who decided to house me for nine months before giving birth to a little child with a big head who turned out to be just me. One would think a child like that would quietly grow without complications, but no, I grew by sending her in and out of hospitals to a point that, she had to give up and say

“die if you want, I’m tired”

(I bore her that grudge but now that I know how difficult it is to deal with a child whose main growth is centered on sickness, I don’t). She left me (to move into her matrimonial home) in the care of her mother, my grandmother; Naomi Adwoa Pokuaa of blessed memory, who continued the battle of making me a living being and succeeded. Many are those who have recounted to me the love that that woman showed me. I was her “walking stick” they would say.

I became that ugly girl (because they say, the only part that grew well, where I was concerned, was my head), whose mouth would never rest and said everything her eyes saw, a sign of witchcraft, and they had proof; I was born after twins, sure, I carried their “witchcraft pot” (a weird superstition I must say). Even so, my grandmother protected me like a lioness. When I turned five, my mother came from her village, saw me and was amazed:

 “the girl lived and she looks good to be sent, well, she is mine and so I’ll have her” She was purported to have said.

This marked my movement from the loving wings of my grandmother to the house of a complete stranger who was my mother. I lived loving the idea that I had a father but my mother soon gave me out to her mother in law (Grandma Ofosua) who needed a child to ‘use’ for household duties. I must say I thought this woman the most wicked, but now I know better. She strengthened and made me that strong willed lady I am today and it is quite impressive that she never mentioned that I was a step child. Even in her wickedness, it was a little lady; Miss Georgina Asomani; my step cousin, who fed me with part of her chop money when Grandma Ofosua failed to feed me when I did not live up to her working expectation. Grandma Ofosua’s husband; Oluu of blessed memory, did his bit to introduce me to school (the first man who actually did something for me) but his cruelty (which I now know was his love to make something out of me) made me an alien in the then Lapaz village.)

At age eight, I went back to my mother who wept upon seeing me; for I was as lean as a lean stick. In her matrimonial home; I was introduced to fatherly love because her husband, my father, was the most caring man of all. Still, it was my maternal grandmother, who I heard paid for all my expenses, it was weird, but I couldn’t care less. When my school going turned into a disco light (today I’m in, tomorrow I’m out because of school fees) Grandma Pokuaa was the one who came to me and said:

“Maame Tawia, you are now a grown girl. I need you to go to school but all the people I give your money to, do not pay your fees as they should. With my selling of charcoal, I will come here and give you your money every term so you can go to school. Is that clear?”

It was clear and I was only nine or ten years old. Little by little, I became the breadwinner in a family of five (it has now increased to nine) but that drove me to do odd jobs to earn money; something that taught me all I needed to know about independence and further made me tough.

Even in Junior Secondary School, it was another little lady, Charity Batuure, from Jirapa in the Upper West Region of Ghana, who made sure I completed my education. Yes, she brought food for my whole family and forcefully sent me to school. After completion, it was a lady who helped me live through my work as a stone cracker; Sister Mawusi (who later turned out to be a ghost, well, so we were all made to believe, long story I will tell one day) protected me through the dark forest to and from the stone quarry. Why won’t I love women?

I could go on and on and on but let me make it short. At Senior Secondary School when the going became tough, it was the headmaster who called his staff to help me, and they did, but it was a woman: Mrs. Shirley Naa Agowa Banafoe Doku who protected me like a hawk, loved me like I’ve never been loved before (and still does) and forced me to the university.  Even when many stained her name by calling her relationship with me that of a lesbian and her partner, she didn’t care. It did not end there, her friends who were all females, took turns in helping me and showing care by taming my street and struggle urges. Yes, Maame Yaa Asabea Asihene tried her best to teach me how to cook and even when she travelled abroad, she took and still takes care of me like her little angel, although I am over 30 years now. At the university, I met another angel called Juvian Osei Bonsu who became my rock. Yaa Asabea Asihene, my known guardian and mother; Shirley and their friend Dr. Mrs Nana Ama Pokuaa Arthur, decided to help set me up in writing by helping me pay for the publication of my first book which is scheduled to be launched on March 15.

So yes, I love women. I love women like crazy and I will always love women, that is the kind of love I have for women and if that makes me a lesbian, so be it.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015



Eyes of you great walls

Borrow mouth and talk to me

What do you witness


I know I’ve been halfed

By the carnivorous teeth

Which no eye peruse


Why then does my bed

Cry about another’s weight

When the part lies blank


Dear eyes of my walls

Please help me know who lies close

In my blind estate


These lonely feelings

These daunting thoughts of great loss

Weigh like Mount Atwia


The fingers of grief

Embrace. I am blanketed

By real hurtful thoughts


Dear eyes of my wall

What you do see please do call

Thoughts play me like ball

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015 

When the Law Speaks: Oko Vanderpuye is not a Mayor! Barrister Egbert Faibille Jnr. teaches

Our guest post for today is a fine gentleman, a refined lawyer and a publisher of the Ghanaian Observer. If you must know, if any country had only three of his kind, politicians will live on their toes and corruption will develop strong wings to flee. He is selfless, he is religious, he is a rare gem, he is Barrister Egbert Faibille Jnr. For the sake of the interview, we will call him EFJ.


Barrister Egbert Faibille on
Barrister Egbert Faibille Jnr. on



You’re welcome to Before we start, please tell us about Mr. Egbert Faibille Jnr.



My name is Egbert Isaac Faibille Jnr. I’m a Ghanaian, a lawyer and a journalist, erm the publisher of the Ghanaian Observer Newspaper; I’m the principal partner of a law firm in Accra  called Faibille & Faibille. I enjoy my work, enjoy litigation, I enjoy everything about the law, I’m a patriot, I believe in Ghana, and believe the best is yet to come from Ghana even though we are  57 years old as an independent nation. I am a man of diverse and varied interests, I enjoy talking a lot and I like fun. I was born in born in Cape Coast on the 18th December 1970 to my late mother (God bless her soul) Constance Sefa-Agyeman of Cape-coast and Asokore Mampong and also to my father, Egbert Isaac Faibille Snr of Anomabo and Elimina.

When I was barely two years my mother who was teaching in Cape-Coast had to join my father in Accra and so I went to Datus Preparatory School, Bubuashie, Accra. By 1978 I  had two younger sisters so we moved closer to our home by way of school so I left Datus and went to Cambridge Preparatory School, Dansoman Junction, Accra where I passed my Common Entrance Examination and went to Ghana National College, Cape Coast for seven years. One of my notable and respected juniors is Nana Awere Damoah, the author. I knew he was going to go pIaces and I’m not surprised he is where he is today. I did my Post A’Level national service at the Mallam DC Primary School where I was on the school library project and proceeded to University of Ghana. I was in Commonwealth Hall where I had the privilege to be Chief Vandal. I enjoyed myself a lot. I had lots of fun.  Some of my contemporaries are Elvis Afriyie Ankrah, Honourable Haruna Iddrisu, Honorable Baba Jamal among others. We had lots of fun. I originally read English and Philosophy so I left Legon with B.A. in English and Philosophy and taught briefly and branched into journalism, and had the privilege of being taken on by Ambassador Kabral Blay-Amihere, the present Chairman of the National Media Commission (NMC) as a reporter at The Independent newspaper. I enjoyed my time and my journalism. Later on, I found myself back at Legon, specifically at tthe School of Communication Studies. From there, I went to to work with the Ghana Petroleum Corporation (GNPC) during which period I was seconded to the West African Gas Pipeline Project (WAGP) as the Ghana Country Communication Representative of the project. I left the project in 2000, to take up the appointment of the Managing Editor of The Independent  because Ambassador Kabral had just been appointed by the Kufuor administration as Ghana’s High Commissioner to Sierra Leone. He thought that with my kind of dedication to work, I could manage the paper in his absence so I took up the challenge and I enjoyed it. But while I was working at The Independent, I was also studying law at the Ghana School of Law so I was called to the Bar in October, 2004. After my call to the Bar, I left  The Independent. I joined the British American Tobacco Company (BAT) as their Corporate and Regulatory Affairs Manager. I left BAT to set up my own newspaper “The Ghanaian Observer” in 2006. In 2007 I joined Kulendi@law; an Accra-based law firm, where I worked for five years and set up my own law firm from where we are having this interview; Faibille & Faibille in September 2012. So that is my story.



Interesting. How many years did you spend in becoming a lawyer?


Four years.


Who can win your trust and respect?


Anyone who speaks the truth, anyone who is self-respecting, anyone who is motivated, anyone who has empathy and anyone who shows concern for the problems and challenges of others.


Are you a litigant?


I am not a litigant. I have a passion for justice, so I take the position of the knight of the helpless in society. I go to the aid of the cheated all the time. I used to get into trouble with seniors back in secondary school because when I saw juniors kneeling, I would go to them and ask why they were kneeling when they were brought to the school to learn. Then I asked them to get up and go to their classes. I was beaten all the time because I intervened when juniors are being bullied and teachers had troubles with me for being  too frontal; but that’s me, I speak my mind and God has been very protective of me all my life.


Are you married?




Women in Africa and barter trade, is there a difference?


Women in Africa have come a long way. There’s still a lot more to be done because if you look at receding negative cultural practices like  trokosi and others, one would be tempted to say womanhood has more chains to unbind to get to freedom. But let me say that women in Africa are also very powerful because even from the Akan traditional background, when there is vacancy for the nomination and enstoolment of a chief, if the queen mother does not play her role, there can’t be no chief. Of course, there is this stereotype where you can see a woman carrying a child at her back and carrying one who is sucking her breast and this same woman carrying loads on her head and you see the father figure walking, smoking his pipe and holding just a machete on their way to and from farm. This requires that we all join forces to say no to subjugation of women. Yes, there are lots of women who have broken the mould and are doing very well with respect to career paths and women’s empowerment, but there’s still more to be done. There are few traditional proverbs which also demean women. A proverb such as “sɛ ↄbaa tↄ tuo a etwere obarima dan mu” (If a woman buys a gun, it is kept in the room of a man) but I look to the motto of Volta Hall, University of Ghana which states that “Akoko bedie nso nim adekyee” (The hen also knows the crack of dawn) That is a subtle yet powerful way of making a statement for women. This tells that women are also knowledgeable. So, yes, there is a lot more to be done for  women in Africa but I support dowry and would not say that that particular  rite of marriage is equal to barter. You don’t buy women when you pay dowry; you only do something symbolic for people to know that when you are looking for this woman from henceforth, she is with me, she is my partner. The dowry is to mark the transition from spinsterhood to the bliss of marriage. And hasn’t it been said in  that it is the dog that chases the bone and not vice versa? That is why it is weird for women to proposition men in our cultural milieu.


So you don’t think women must propose to men? Let’s say if I propose to you as a woman, are you going to say that because of modernity it is fine but our traditions do not allow that?


Oh yes! If a girl is growing and is not taught how to handle herself and she goes about propositioning all men, what integrity will she have or what will people think or say about her? If a woman goes around propositioning three or four men, people in our society will say it in such a derogatory manner but if a guy does that, he will just be known to be a philanderer. Women are special vessels, and so must be protected.


What is sexual assault?


Sexual assault is a gamut of ingredients, rape, indecent assault, even when you fondle someone without her consent or when an elderly women also fondles a man or boy without his consent, it is sexual assault. It is an umbrella of sexual offences under which various types of sexual charges emanate.


Are you an NPP member?


Yes. A strong one.


Politics, many say it is the worst thing that happened to the world, others say it started even with creation because every human has the tendency to rule, what is your take on this?


I’m a Bible believing Christian and I think if you look at the architecture of the original Israelite society, God after the failure of Adam and Eve to adhere to his rules, arranged things in His own wisdom to the point where we transitioned to Abraham. The next thing was that Abraham begat Issac and Isaac begat Jacob and Essau. Jacob begat Joseph who  ended up in Egypt, becoming Prime Minister. After the death of Joseph there arose a new Pharaoh who did not know Joseph and who resorted to all kinds ill treatment of the Israelites, so Moses emerged, and God commissioned Moses to take up the leadership of the Israelites. Why did God make Moses leader of the people? So from day 1, the Bible and for that matter God  commissioned leadership and leadership can only operate within the matrix of politics. So politics is service to humanity and service to God and politics is leadership and several other things. What is unfortunate though is that in these parts people have used politics to enrich themselves, to deceive people, to kill people, to run down opponents, but that does not make politics as a concept bad.


If I say all the wars that the world has witnessed are as a result of politics, what will you tell me?



Yes, why not? Man likes power, control, conquest, but in the same breath, war has brought peace and has led to a lot of systems, UNO, IMF, etc. The human society started from antiquity, went through to empires and developed to nation-states; which state we are in now.


Is Ghana a sinking boat?


No. It is not a sinking boat, it is a floating boat with a GREAT potential to sink.


Why the emphasis on Great?


Because the leadership is often times rudderless such that it does not affect. I wish for a Ghana where leadership will affect people.


Then why are you not in politics?


I am in politics. Politics is not always being for example having an active seat in parliament. You can be an active citizen and that can be your contribution to Parliament and politics in generl. You don’t have to be President, Vice President etc to be in politics. I go to court to litigate for the right things and that is me contributing my quota to the nation. Men who transitioned Ghana into independence were largely lawyers, some of whom owned newspapers J. B. Danquah, was one, Dr. Kwame Nkrumah was not a lawyer but owned newspapers; and so I decided to own a newspaper and be a lawyer. That will be my way of shaping the politics and the times of my life.

Barrister Egbert Faibille Jnr. on
Barrister Egbert Faibille Jnr. on


You are so modest. If you were made the President for a year, what would you concentrate on?


To decentralise governance because we have paid lip service to the concept of devolution or decentralisation. Successive governments from the PNDC to the present government say we should give power to the people but when it comes to controlling government resources the people know nothing. I refuse to acknowledge Dr. Oko Vanderpuye, the Chief Executive of the Kumasi Metropolitan Assembly and anyone holding such position as mayors because they are not elected. Mayors are elected, that is what the law says. I laugh because they are appointed and so they are chief executives. You cannot call the Vice President prime minister so how can you call Chief Executives mayors?



If you are to grade the 4th Republic of Ghana, which president would be your first in discipline and which leader would be the last?


Obviously President Kufuor would be the first because he took his time and understood statecraft. How to exercise the power of a president was rightly seen during his time. Mr. Rawlings will be the last because he brought a lot of stagecraft instead of statecraft. I mean, getting involved in the overturning of taxis etc… He was just a good actor and brought a lot of drama to the presidency; which was needless.



Wow! Is Ghana’s education politicians’ draft?


Yes, I would say it is regrettable where we find ourselves. Pedagogy, the science and art of education has fled Ghanaian politics. The NPP came, did 4 years, NDC says, hey no! We won’t agree; 3 years. It’s as if we do not think. Has government thought about the financial implications? There is a certain log that has to be cleared. Two streams will be entering into the universities at the same time. There are people who do economics, and they don’t think about this? The irony of it is turning polytechnics into universities. Ghana is the only country where we go to England, copy concepts of education so for example in England, the polytechnics were given two certifications; the Ordinary National Diploma (OND) and the Higher National Diploma (HND). In England, when someone holds an HND it is a degree awarded without honours, like someone who goes to the university and attains a mere pass. Then we introduce HND in Ghana and GIMPA asks that they come to do top up. Who does top up on a degree? Would a graduate of KNUST with a pass think of doing a degree top up another university?

We need a certain level of work force in the country. Not everybody has the aptitude to push pen and paper. But now it is not so. How can one go to the polytechnic, come out to be a clerk? That job is reserved for secondary school graduates who have nothing doing and need something to do. There are some polytechnics which issue degrees in the sciences, let’s have that system. The educational system must be a leveller. Our technical schools are falling apart.


Is Ghana a twisted form of a two party state?


No. I don’t think so. The fact that our nation is dominated by NPP, NDC does not mean that it is. It is just for me an evolution of the way people vote, there is the need for a third force or even a fourth force but we are just 23 years in democracy so there is still hope. Great democracies like England and the rest went through this phase so I have no worries. We are a multi-party state.


The internet now rules, giving juicy options to all and thrashing reading in the eyes of the less disciplined, degrading education. What do you think can be done to remedy this to add some value to education in Africa?


The Internet is a powerful tool, and has become a prerequisite for any civilisation.  I think that like any power, if you wield it without control, it is dangerous and can kill you. So let’s regulate Internet usage. Just like what television did to people growing up, the internet can also do same; and we ought to start taking definite steps before the tragedies that have befallen some of the first world countries from loose Internet usage start beguiling us.


If you had the chance to work abroad and had the same chance in your homeland with the same remunerations, which would you choose?


I’ll choose my homeland because everybody feels good at home. We have friends, family, associates, great weather here in Ghana. Nothing for me beats getting omo tuo over the weekends with friends. You can’t get exactly that in England, Italy or anywhere in the world easily.


Are you scared of racism?


Racism that can kill me, I must be scared of especially in situations where extremists want to take me out. If it is words, I would treat it as contempt and face the offender in the court of law.


So if I were to be white and called you a black monkey, you would face me in court?


Yes, it is defamatory. I would face you in court.


Are judicial workers well taken care of in Ghana?


No, a lot more has to be done, a lot more has to be done. I see the judiciary at work from the judges through to judicial service staff, and the complaints which come through tell that a lot will have to be done. That accounts for the corruption that everyone is scared of whether perception or real.


So you mean if government pays them well the rate of corruption will decrease?


Yes of course. If you pretend to pay people they pretend to work for you. It is because of this that bribery and corruption abounds. So yes, if they are paid well, if for nothing, it would decrease the acts of corruption, whether real or perceived.


Do you believe that bribery and corruption can ever be non-existent in the law enforcement agencies?


No, because it is not peculiar to only the law enforcement agencies. It is common to all facets of our society. Limiting it to the law enforcement agencies is unfair. It is everywhere.


Now to superstitions, do you believe in spiritual beings like witches and demons?


My Bible tells me that God is supreme to all gods and powers. It’s somewhere in Genesis. I know there are so called powers and so called gods save that God is supreme to all of them so I submit to the sovereign Lord who is the God of Abraham and the God of Isaac so I fear nothing.



What is your take on the witches camps in Ghana?


If you banish a so called witch, I think it is ridiculous because we are made to believe that they know no boundaries. They don’t need visas to attack human beings. We hear they can penetrate  walls; they can go travel far in a flash, so why would you banish such spirits and house them in a camp? If you put them there they can still attack you, so I think it doesn’t make sense.


Female Genital mutilation still persists on a low key. If you are to advise those who indulge in it to end this canker without intimidation, what would you say?


I say sex is a beautiful thing, God created it so we can express ourselves as man and woman. Just as a man feels the tingling sensation at the point of ecstasy why won’t you allow women to feel so? FGM is something that some men do unfortunately with the connivance of some women so that they can subjugate women so that women can submit to them which shouldn’t be. Because if I understand the philosophy it is to make women faithful by not having sexual urges. But women are not tools to open up to men. A woman should also be able to signal a man that she wants to have sex. So why deprive a women through FGM?


Would you marry a woman who has gone through FGM.


I’ll never say never. It depends, you can never say never so as far as I’m concerned. I’ll never marry a woman because of her vagina, I’ll marry her because of her intellect or maybe her speech, or maybe her looks, or her mannerism, so if she has it all, I will not say because she lacks a clitoris, I will not marry her. In any event, I hear there is a hospital in Burkina Faso that can reconstruct the clitoris of victims of FGM through surgery. So with that, if I can afford, I will take the woman to have that reconstruction. So for me, it will never be an issue.


What are your hobbies?


I like to read a lot. I like to socialise. I’m not a good dancer but I like music a lot  and like to listen Nana Ampadu, Eddy Donkor, Obuoba J.A Adofo etc. I grew up on their songs. I learnt to speak Twi and Fante from their music.


Which teams do you support?


I support Accra Hearts of Oak, so I have shares in Accra Hearts of Oak. I bought shares in the team. I’m an unrepentant Phobian. I also support Chelsea football club of England.


Who are your favourite writers?


I read all kinds of things but I will say, Wole Soyinka, Kofi Awoonor and Chinua Achebe


Kofi Awoonor? Do you love poetry?


Yes. ‘Songs of Sorrow’ by Kofi Awoonor. The way he died was captured by his words in that poem.


Why can’t I smoke marijuana anywhere I want in Ghana, when it is my mouth doing the pulling and my body is doing the taking?


Marijuana is a narcotic so we need permission to deal with it. I don’t want to say mariujuana is poison but it has an effect on humans that is poisonous so if you are to hold poison it must be regulated.


What is the naughtiest thing you ever did?


A lot but I won’t talk about any of them.


If you are to choose between alcohol, women and a religion, which would you choose and why?


I’ll choose religion. I know I’m a very religious and spiritual person. I know that we are here by design and so I will want to have an end that will not put me in trouble with God. God cannot give you gonorrhoea or cirrhosis of the liver,when you live his word so I’ll choose religion.


Are religions in Ghana portraying their sects in good light?


Yes and no, the established ones and ones with leadership are doing great, setting up schools, etc to empower people and to make life a bit bearable. But some of the good churches are also doing a lot of marketing. Why should that be? I do not like churches with big signboards with their pastors’ pictures on them. Why? It should be God doing it so why is your face there? Are you God? Some are also one-man churches. The Bible tells us that God himself will permit some prophets to come and give all prophesies but we should discern the good from the bad. So let the false ones among the clergy do what they are doing, because God gave them the permission to test our faith. Time though will tell.


Do you believe in pray for me?


Mosses in the Bible petitioned God on behalf of the people of Israel but if you sink it in the concept of false prophets, then you must have a discerning spirit because it is said each man runs according to what is chasing him.


If you were the Christian Jesus, which disciple would you eliminate if you are given the second chance to relive?


This is blasphemy.  If you say that I should comment on who among them was inappropriate, then I would say Judas Iscariot. I am and can never be Jesus. (Pulls his Bible to verify a quotation)


Which part of the Ghana Pledge touches your heart and incites you to patriotism?


Our national Anthem is a prayer and I like that very much. If we were to follow this, people will not do bad things.

“I promise on my honour to be faithful and loyal to Ghana my motherland,” anyway is the part of the national anthem that resonates with me the most.


To teenagers who think they are stubborn, what will be your advice?


They should have fun as teenagers, they should know that the path they are seeking to walk has been walked by people before them but those people know the dangers thereof. I recognize the fact that it is at the teenage phase that people experiment. Bob Marley also says that Freedom of speech includes freedom to listen so they should be cautious and listen to people before them and be moderate too.

Barrister Egbert Faibille Jnr. on
Barrister Egbert Faibille Jnr. on



Which words would you generously give to those aspiring to be lawyers?


Diligence in study, research minded, analytical and not take things at their face value.


What would you say to those who do not respect women?


Every man was born of a woman so why would you disrespect a woman? You can disagree with a woman but you should never disrespect a woman.


Let’s have faith in Ghana, let’s love Ghana a little more and let’s believe in each other and the capability of Ghanaians to fetch Ghana.


Thank you Mr. Faibille Jnr. for your time.


You’re welcome.



His inspiration came in this form:

Rocks sharpeneth rocks

Only sharp thoughts can sharpen sharp thoughts

Like the brain which is a sea of sanity

He lets the ambitious thread in caution

They go the miles, but see Faibillic eyes

Watching keenly the path they make

A voice of hard work

A voice of discipline

Watching and pointing at defaulters with swords

Swords of words and swords of the law

To cut down stumps in frames of beings

And to battle voices in humans of beasts

Could you be a chip of the old block?

No! Your name umbrellas the deeds of the old

You are a sword which must be feared and hailed

For your kind in Africa are but a few

You are a priceless shining gem

You are the hands which corrupt hearts fear

You are like the deepest ocean lying serene

But seasoned fishermen know your depth

All hail the heart which reeks of wisdom

Egbert surpassing bets

Faibille who sees the fabled stories

A junior who is senior to all seniors

Your deeds speak louder than your words

And pa pa pa paaaaaaaaa!

There goes my sound

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia




sends pots

to the stream

of strength only

to come back with a

basket drenched in hot tears?


Who tells the tale of pot

turning to basket

for who to get

its joke in

dire thirst?




need it,

water to

drink, not hot tears

So where is the pot?

Broken by the unknown?


We will all go right there

Where our pots will turn

baskets after clay

gets eaten

as fire


Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Who knows where the heart

Of ever hungry earth is?

Who can follow his

Pulse and take us to his breath?

Who can? Who can? Who can? Who?


Who knows where the heads

Of the glutton earth relax?

Who can follow his

Chewings and lead us to those

Mouths? Who can? Who can? Who can?


Don’t stand there wailing!

The earth has taken what’s ours

And we must have it

Or fight for our peaceful minds

Who is with me? Who will? Who?


I have a few words:

Selective, reflexive taunt!

Why do you so haunt?

And what? Take, break, leave to flaunt?

So we serve a bounty dish?


You are so, so cruel

Why do you feed what you eat

You show you in us

And we follow your trap’s lead

Only to end as your catch

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Earth closes its mouth

When lions ‘void porcupines

Need I mention more?


Long, long, long ago,

When lion was known as the king

He took liberties


When his game finished

He decided porcupine

Is fit to replace


He meant to hit it

Only for thousands of pins

To stand in shooting


With tail in between

Thighs, lion run vacating his throne

That’s trouble-calling


So let the earth rest

As you mark troubled places

So rivers lie cool

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



These ears hear many

Diverse birdy sounds around

Funny, they blend well


There are sorrowfuls

There are the happy and louds

Trust the indifferents


Each does contributes

To grace another fine dawn

I hear God talking


We are parodies

All creation are parodies

Of our very selves

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Once upon a time

There was a running river called Yaama

Yaama decided to travel far

To join a sea called Paamo

On her way

She met a block

She tried to cross 

But the block still blocked

All she could do was to stay there

The block was furious and had to ask

“Yaama, you’ve been here for four good years

I can feel my bones so soaked up

When will you give up and turn back?”

“Just as you are, you give me hope

That my dream of joining Paamo my soon come true

I won’t move an inch, until you give me way

And I don’t care if you have to fall”

This was the reply of Yaama

As soon as she finished the block fell hard

And off she went to join the sea

When Paamo asked what took it so long

She just shrugged and said

“Entanglers make travelling exciting”

Be a Yaama today

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


I love you

You know I do

But my eyes need to rest

Like the sun takes its rest

So let the muse

Blowing the sagely fuse

Stop the sweet abuse

Until all relaxations are let loose

For I hate to stand accused

While my muse uses me and stands amused

And watches me confused

As tiredness seeks to sleep induce

Now where is my juice?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


I saw a fine knicker on the market

Made to buy but my money didn’t add up

I looked up and saw my friend

Eyeing the knicker so we bought to share

To wear in turns

Few first days were great

Making it look like fate

Until the fateful day we all wanted to wear

I needed it for clubbing

He needed it to con

My friends were waiting

His crush was passing

Our loud noises sent each’s leg in each slot

Before we realized we were out of the mouth of the porch

“Give it me you skinny man”

“Look at the pot calling the kettle black. No you give it out”

A pull and a pull

“Twi ma me ntwi”

Before we realized we were naked

And all important eyes were witnesses

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



It was like a fairy spell

Captured by a sounding bell

Arrested to a loving cell

Where I yearned to forever dwell


Who created this shell

Turning into hell

When little heat yell?

I swear I hear the bell

Which sounded like a spell

And made my heart swell

For all to see and tell

So I’ll tell about the spell


It was like a fairy spell

Captured by a sounding bell

Arrested to a loving cell

Where I yearned to forever dwell


If I could foretell

This shell would be hell

I’d still board the shell

And still feel the hell

After enduring the beauteous cell

Because in so deep I fell

That all eyes could tell

Because my eyes and mouth did it yell


It was like a fairy spell

Captured by a sounding bell

Arrested to a loving cell

Where I yearned to forever dwell


Who could me compel?

When great words were in the shell

And a great bed was housed in its cell

As a great light blinded from its hell?

Those who foretold were asked not to tell

True seers were all sent to hell

Until the spell got broken in the shell

So I think of the shell as hell as I reminisce the initial bell


It was like a fairy spell

Captured by a sounding bell

Arrested to a loving cell

Which I yearned to forever dwell




She yearned for a dimple

Ended with a naughty pimple

I wish she had kept it simple

When she saw

There was war

She wanted more

I always yearn for serenity

Which can keep me from adversity

No need to cry for complexity

And so I live right

No one can give me a fright

And wants can never give me bites

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


When forest captives cry, who hears?

There was a tree in the forest which was tied

By an old scary rope which was backed by sky

A terrible anger

Seeped through it

It called for freedom

But was not heard

Its stem was big

Its leaves, enough

It shook in littles

And shook in raging

Although afraid for its

Life because of winds

It fought until tsunamis

Bowed as the rope tore to pieces

And rustled that persistence pays

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Google pics
Google pics

When the pastor shouted halleluyah!

The “amens” were higher

My eye caught their wire

And followed their empire


The eyes meant for the pastor lust after the choirmaster

Who saw the flicker in remembrance of their first litter

The female lead singer : Adwoa also eyed the choirmaster

Nerdy Pious, who loves Adwoa, eyes the choirmaster


The guitarist’s eyes are doing the scanning

His heartbeat left in lustful beds in fantasies

As his talented hands work

To conceal the lust in his eyes


Almost all backsides of single ladies

Are possessed when the hot hands flirt with drums

Their dances say it all

They are ready to take the fall

Making losers push their standing tails from wagging

Covering their “ouches” by the timely hallelujahs


Paupers with passions

Pray for blindness for the hot chicks

Who dance for heavenly manna

And a hot visiting guy is pierced with arrowed eyes

As the sugar elders fret in their seats

Obviously needing cages to guard their territories


My oh my!

Some eyes are pinning

And so it goes that I’m a new fine ass

Who came with soles tickling the fancy of hot loins

Abena, where are my bag and my bible?

Look at me, who holds a bible to church in these times?

Legs, please carry me home!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



am here

watching you

standing so near

with your beating heart

racing and reaching far

chasing and hitting hard at

dead rock for its symbolism

and leaving me stranded as I watch

knowing not when rain will fall on this mud


As much as it hurts, pins, cuts and might kill

as much as I bleed, fear and feel lost

I’m not complaining though it hurts

you are not at fault in this

neither am I at fault

the blame is on death

who took your heart

and gave rock





can’t help

feeling it

and I can’t help

hurting for it, no!

So I’m stopping time now

leaving you with the dead rock

to find what you found that you’ve lost

so as to get fairness for my soul

and feel the rare moments that shakes your ground

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



A mumble in the jungle

Is no fumble to be humble

It is a trap of a triangle

To cage you in a crucible

No need to yourself entangle

By a mumble in the jungle

Shhh, there are many empty crucibles

With ears on the ground for a mumble

So yes, mumbles feed the crucibles

In the jungle

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



With threads of money

Snaking and tying minds

Who is free on this life tree?



Even breath is painful

Getting eateries are awful

What about wearings? Stressful



Eyes don’t make it easier

Seeing is loving, loving is wanting

Unnecessary wantings become craving needs



What about belonging?

Even those with abusive companions

Always seek superiority over singles like Jesus, ouch!



And it gets to them

So crying in freedom they run into crying in slavery

What can humans see as freedom?



Those who have, have no sleep

Those have -nots always weep

Who can be free?



Children cry to be old

Adults cry to be young

Who can be free to enjoy the breeze of life?



I know real living is seen as beautiful and  lived

When one leg steps into

An imaginary coffin, pitiful clowns!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015



Grandma said she regrets

When she saw many reading she frets

And asked me to learn to read

So my voice can be heard and my mind freed


I read about unfamiliar cultures

Which were acting like vultures

Zooming in on our almost lifeless cultures

And feared the thoughts of pecks of the vultures


Why did Grandma curse me?

That was something I didn’t want to see

If I knew the books had teeth that bite

I would never have gone in for that fright


Now many of these books do bite my brain

The blood in my brain are falling like rain

What is the cure? Can I be un-literate?

A pox on thoughts that created this brain. I know it was deliberate

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015