The sound of an L

The circle in an O

The tingly tips of a V

I write in your heart climbing the ladder of an E



Open your thoughts

And let your eyes, be independent

And sit behind as I write my words on them like a slate.



Tongues will lick your heartaches clean

My eyes will light to pave your paths

My hands will work to open your pores

As my soft skin rain passions to fill and moisturize them

And make you open your mouth

To receive fake nipple rains



My stomach contractions

Will work with my nose

And act as attractions of bells so sweet

To notify you of your highs and lows


With legs, I’ll climb to your mountain top

As thighs do the daring dances

Oh my rear will sing a godly song

Instrumented by the colourful lively beads


Nails will scare rashes

Palms will do massages

Until the mastery climb

For you are the king

And I your slave

In the realms of passions so heavenly bright



When we fall in sync

And ride with speed

And reach our peaks

I will unmount but hold you close

Until intruding sweats run deep into cold

And our breathes return to their normal tempos



Now wake, these are naught, but words caressing you

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015





Unto the Lord”

What is that man doing on my porch?

After his gossipy wife

Acted like a goat in sheep skin

Does he still have a face 

To show up on my porch and pace?



Unto the Lord”

Oh! I am glad Sister Akos tripped at the podium

What kind of chorister wears long heels

And short skirts?

And oh! Did you hear the pastors “concordal” errors? 



Unto the Lord”

Ofosu’s sickness is horrible

I sympathise

But sinners deserve to be punished

Do you remember when he dumped Ama

And made the poor girl commit suicide?



Unto the Lord”

Don’t say I am head of the women’s movement

I am also a very observant being

I say the obvious and tell no lies

Think what you like

I have to now go and tend to my guest

See you at evening service

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

Make Time for Serwah Attafuah’s Exhibition: 3rd to 10th June, 2015


Serwah Attafuah’s exhibition starts from Wednesday, 3rd June (the opening night from 7pm until 9pm) to 10th of June 2015 in Sydney, Australia. The gallery will open from the 3rd until the 10th of June 2015 for viewing.

There will be free drinks and great works by Frey Abraha and Khadijah Ali. Please be there to support this budding artist.

The venue is Alpha House, 226 Union Street, Erskinvile, Sydney-Australia. Please be there to support and be inspired.



Walking through the doomy path

Of jumping in my final bed

I stumbled on a being so dirty

Resting on earth in clothes of naught


Funny how I saw the face of God

And felt what He really has in store

No words did come from the mouth so sore

But his posture did ease all my bore


I am that one who has it all

Beauty, smartness, lovers and all

Even my ridicules wear heavy smily masks

Why will I jump when a pawn does live?


I really did see the face of God

The face of God in a loco head

Someone might say he does live not

But his life has saved a wretch like me


I know his life is a testament for all

All who seek to take  the final fall

I have seen God not in the sky above

But in an uncanny way carrying a crazy head

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015






Price of dice

Once, twice, thrice

No six? Then lies

We cast as many as we should

Winning few and always losing more

But once, twice, thrice the dice

We jump like mice

Being chased by cats

Until we enter the zone of eternal dark

In the womb of the tomb

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015




Croak, croak croak!!!

Instead of cocks crowing,

Frogs’ croaking have become the wake call

The breezes act with decorum

Blowing north, south, east to the west

It’s as though they’ve been schooled

Schooled for evenness


This day,

Beautiful birds glow

On centre stages of muscular and firm trees

“Pi, pi, pi ri pi

Kwi kwi kwi, kwi kwi kwi kwi,

Fi fi fi fiii, fi ri fi

Ta da tadaa ta da daaa”

Beautiful undecipherable lyrics dance in their tunes

Promising a wonderful day


Like an expectant ant, 

I crawl, mostly unseen by eyes

waiting for the mannas while searching for food

This Sunday must live up to its name

Let it be a sunny day

Like a Fanti soup maker,

Sieve all chaffs out

Receive the cleanest worship

And light this world with some sweet answerings

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



There are pointers

That ingratitude, like breath, is inherent

And is produced by the human heart

Like bile is produced by liver


Let mouths wavering mute for a minute

And listen to reason

As validity, like water to the dying thirsty,

Is all


Why will a teething child

Bite mercilessly nipples which still feed

Once he or she is equipped with teeth

Which aids his or her chewing?


Why would teeth bite fingers

When it is in pleasurable chewing

When it is they who help food travel

To their mouths?


Innate, ingratitude

Sorrowful, its existence

Hurtful, its stings

But its existence pushes challenges

And adorn life with excitement and carefulness

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015


Photographed by Shika and Randy
Photographed by Shika and Randy

If I fall into the centre circle of breathlessness
Please be gentle with the leftovers
For it has carried me well
It took my sorrows
And suffered as such
It took my hurts and bore my scars
It took me places and left good traces
It might not be much
But it served me well

If I fall into the centre circle of breathlessness
Bath my leftovers like a royal queen
Smear it with the richest pomade
And scent it with an incense well scented

Like the one one of the three shepherds
Presented to Jesus
Pedicure it
But leave its face natural
Even with breath, this soul abused it not
With any caricature
And wear it a beautiful white dress
Not one bought for a man
One sewn to fit
For angels to allow it a seat

The breath which these codify would have flown but
Put the well dressed leftovers
In a coffin built in words of wood
Words which spell goodness
Lined and polished by tears of love
And send it whole without butchering
Without feeling the burdens of cold
Without further abuse
Without words of doom
And lay me in the security
Of huge soldier roots
Roots whose master palms
Will host beautiful bird songstresses
As their leaves act like royal fans
To inspire my soul when it gives it a visit
And write my earth name
With the inscription “Here lies the great body that housed a great being”
Instead of flowers
Pour it a gin when you get the time to visit
For it did serve
It did serve me well
Even though the world’s troubled lashes lashed it to scars
As its thorns pierced it to suffered blood
It really worked hard
And carried burdens told and untold
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

Meet the Budding Artist; Miss Serwah Attafuah and some of her works.

Our guest post today is a young woman I refer to as “a beautiful bag of talent”. From a talented family, she paints to perfection. Although she is still a student, she is working soo hard to make stamp her in the world. Our inspirer for today is Miss Serwah Attafuah.

Serwah Attafuah on
Serwah Attafuah on

AMOAFOWAA: You are welcome to

SERWAH: Thank you for having me!

AMOAFOWAA: Please tell us about you and growing up, schooling etc.

SERWAH: I grew up around a lot of creative people. Both my parents are artists and performers and encouraged me to pursue any talents I liked. I spent most of my childhood dancing and singing, but lost interest once I started high school. I had a lot of difficulties in high school because I didn’t fit in and the work didn’t stimulate me. In class and my spare time, I would draw in my textbooks. I left high school one year ago to study at design school.

AMOAFOWAA: Which religion do you belong to?

SERWAH: I dont belong to any religion anymore. I like to explore all religions and spiritual teachings as I believe that you can find knowledge in each one.

AMOAFOWAA: You are a budding artist, is that all you do?

Painting by Serwah Attafuah
Painting by Serwah Attafuah

SERWAH: Right now I am studying a Diploma of Live Production design. Im learning how to build and design sets and props for film and theatre.

AMOAFOWAA: Any hobbies?

SERWAH: I play electric guitar in my spare time. I also play bass in a band called Spiral.

AMOAFOWAA: Wow! Tell us about your passion for art and what sparked that passion.

SERWAH: Ive been involved in art for almost all my life. But only in the last 2 years have I been more serious about it. I think what started it all was that I needed a way to express myself and I found art as a method I liked.

AMOAFOWAA: What inspires you?

SERWAH: Artwork from the impressionist and pop art period inspire me. Video art and photo accidents have also had an influence on my recent art.

AMOAFOWAA: Who is your role model?

SERWAH: One of my role models is Jean Michel Basquiat. He was a young pop artist from New York.

AMOAFOWAA: Who did you grow up reading from?

SERWAH: I was a big reader when I was growing up! I really enjoyed fantasy novels like Harry Potter. My favourite author growing up was Karen Mccombie 

Serwah Attafuah on
Serwah Attafuah on


AMOAFOWAA: Whose songs can inspire you any day?

SERWAH: John Fruciante, who is a solo guitarist. My favourite album of his is Niadre Lades and Usually Just a T-shirt.

AMOAFOWAA: Of all the works you’ve painted, which is your most cherished and why?

SERWAH: Probably the Giesha I painted in 2013. That was probably the first time I did a painting I liked.

AMOAFOWAA: Tell us about being an independent female artist and its challenges

SERWAH: I haven’t had any trouble being a female in the art scene. Sometimes its hard to find money and time to fully realise the paintings I would want to paint.

Painting by Serwah Attafuah
Painting by Serwah Attafuah


AMOAFOWAA: What is your favourite colour?

SERWAH: Probably crimson, I like to use it a lot in my paintings.

AMOAFOWAA: You have had the chance to travel to many countries, which country do you find most beautiful and why?

Serwah Attafuah; right.
Serwah Attafuah; right.

SERWAH:  Canada. Its a lot like Australia but colder and the people are nicer!
AMOAFOWAA: Which country’s culture really appealed to you?

SERWAH: Netherlands; so many kind people and an awesome music and art scene

AMOAFOWAA: Which country’s foods do you find most delicious?

SERWAH: Italy!

AMOAFOWAA: I smell a maiden exhibition. When and where will it take place?

SERWAH: My first exhibition will be at the Alpha House Co-op Gallery in Erskinville from the 3rd of June, until the 10th. The opening night is 3rd of June at 7pm.

Painting by Serwah Attafuah
Painting by Serwah Attafuah

AMOAFOWAA: What should we expect during the exhibition?

SERWAH: I will be exhibiting most of the works I did over the summer and a handful of paintings from late last year. I do a lot of portraits and people

AMOAFOWAA: Can painting be used to give advice or send a message?

SERWAH: Definitely, in many cultures people use paintings to tell stories and send messages.

AMOAFOWAA: Now to what all the male fans out there want to know, are you single?

SERWAH: Yes, but no time for boys. Too much painting to do.

AMOAFOWAA: How do you see yourself in 10 years?

SERWAH: I see myself  in a big warehouse like Andy Warhols silver factory, and driving a black hearse.

AMOAFOWAA: Hehehe. There are many girls with no ambitions, they have been suppressed and made to believe without men, they are nothing. Please, any advice for them?

SERWAH: You need to go within yourself and find out what truly makes you happy.

AMOAFOWAA: Please advise people who have suffered rape and are battling with depression.

SERWAH: If you have been sexually abused, do everything you can to have the abuser put in jail. Reach out to those in your community who can help you, dont go through this alone.

AMOAFOWAA: Now your advice to those who want to be like you.

SERWAH: My advice would be to work hard at what you like to do. I work towards my art every day. I try to live by this quote; plant your seeds today, reap the rewards tomorrow

AMOAFOWAA: If there is a thanksgiving and you are the one hosting, who are the people you will want to feature in your words?

SERWAH:  I would thank my whole family, they are the biggest supporters! The friends who support me. Also friends I make on the street sometimes give me great advice, Thanks uncle Mike!

AMOAFOWAA: Thank you for your time on Amoafowaa.

SERWAH: No worries, thank you for having me Amoafowaa!!!

Her inspiration came in this form


She is a sky

A sky sweet in unpredictability

Serwah Attefuah is a sky

A sky beautiful in many shades

She has eyes so apt

Hands so gifted

Head so perfect

Capturing right; the world

Living large and brightening like the sun

One who knows no gender

One who knows no slacking

Hard work is her fort

Dreams are just her passing thoughts

She is a sky

Swerwah Attefuah is an artist sky

So she will definitely capture the world

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015


It seems like a cloudy morning wearing heat clothes
Headache holds a fiesty cane
Whipping mercilessly
Warning with pain the need for abstainance
From the flowing enticement of Apio
A little sound is cursed echoes of torture
Eyes are like cassava buried in the ground
Being uprooted by a hungry angry man
The heart cries from the pain from all corners
Puffy and generating the mourning shade of red
But the thoughts which caused the body to swim
In the seas of “apio”
Are back with more strength
After being cooked by apio
God of palm
Giver of relief and pain
Please make me sane
Life is making me strain
So no need to flog me a cane
I have learnt
I have learnt and learnt
I have learnt not to cheat
By swimming in the seas of apio
When thoughts turn lionesses
And give me hot chases
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

(Apio is an informal way of saying  alcohol in the Akan language”


Solemly down
Deceiving teeth show like a mask
The soul like a burning child cries
For redemption
But outward appearance drowns its cries
Into the gallon of the filled tight heart
Crying hurts pour like torrential rains
A faint matured voice calls for hope
While a child-like voice emphatically calls for an end
An end of a beginning
Or an end to a disaster?
This dilemic pathway is way more than a twisted maths
Left or right?
Forward is a desert of unwalkables
Backward seems cowardly but promises relief while dangling a fear
A walking body with a suicidal soul
A mighty head hosting a tired breath
A fiesty heart with a fetal flaw
Neigh like a horse, oh no, the children watch
Suffocate in a parcel of white smiles
Until life sucks itself from the overused little frame
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Wasted humans are like human nails

Those scratching gently

Are replaced in days

No one recognises their importance

Teeth murder them at will

Blades are their wicked cut throats

While cutters are like their doom judges

So scratch deeply in light as hard as you can

Not on other skins

But on minds

So that your bright scars will be relevant light

Which can lead even with your passing

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



I dream of food
Like earth craves rain
And the sky does give
In its own time

I dream of school
Like vehicle crave fuel
The owner does fill
At the proper time

I dream of shelter
And like the tortoise
The earth gods give
Until pubics harden

I’m left to learn
But vanity I yearn
My parents are stern
My stomach do churn
I want to roam like an eagle so fierce
I want to swim like a fish wild
I want to shout aloud to fame
But provisions are preventables
I feel crippled

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Where are the mouths?

The mouths wherein lie the real stories?

The real stories guarded by fiery soldiery intents of deceit?


Let them loose!

The stories which have true buildings

True buildings in which kisses never solves all

Yes, never solves all hurt puzzles


Let them loose!

The stories which house horror habours

Habours where magic sticks hide

To hide none in magic beauty

Only to leave when love lights to glow in its stead


Let them loose!

The stories wherein sit pains like kings

Who ask to be pampered by feelings waneable

Feelings fleeting

Feelings sourly bitter with tinges of sweetness

Faintly polished with passion paints

Hiding swords, needles and blood

From dazzled eyes who seek same


Let them loose!

Let them loose and save lives!

Open the doors of the beehives!

Let all see how bees treat thieves!

Thieves who seek to steal their tired lives!


I know now

I know how Cupid treats those who steal into mansions of love

I know now

And I hate to see others sent on that deceptive errand

So let them loose!

Those stories where possession of madness cause blindness

Until a huge stumbling block harms

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015



I have a sun

And I’m breaking it with love

To light your paths

Whenever your day meets darkness

For you are the breath of the world

You are the life of liveliness

You have the steps which bless

You are you;

Worthy even though no one tells you

So keep it up there

In the chambers of your head

That you are so so so loved

To bless your locomotions

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Picture by Randy and Shika Nornoo
Picture by Randy and Shika Nornoo

I am the metal in the bell
I am the cause of the ding
Without me,
There won’t be a hearing of the dong
I am the ding and the dong
The don of the bell
Never think of having me sold

I am the sound of the voice
I am the caller of the tunes
Me, I am the noise of choice
Without me,
There can be no call or act
I am the voice of all
I am the hey and the hi

I am the colours in the sky
I am the blues and the white
I am the travelling and stuck
Without me
Skies’ face cannot be read or seen
I am the complexion of the sky
I am the mirror which suits all warriors
I am the dim and the bright
The cold and the warm
The bosser of the bosses

Stand aside
Stagnant air
You are you, one murdered and rooted
None can stop a whirlwind
Not to talk of a tsunami
I am like the force that drives tsunamis
Part from my route or perish in extinction
I am me
Not an “I Am That I Am”
But the I am whiles I’m here
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
[16:11, 21/05/2015]



What if I don’t want to?
What if I don’t want to eat anything?
Will I be held at gun point and risk losing everything?

What if I don’t want to sleep?
What if I don’t want to sleep anywhere?
What if I don’t want to rest?
Will I be held at gun point and risk losing everything?

In the land of the living
No one’s hunger affects the other
No one’s sleeplessness concerns another
So eat
“I won’t eat”
“I Won’t sleep”
None can be forced
Eyes know when to close
Stomachs know how to rumble
Bullets and its synonymous weapons can only stop a threatened game
When well directed
Wills must never be tampered with,
If no being stands to be affected
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Machete in a stick

On heart without a heart

Machete in command

Like a crazed soldier with a loaded gun

Machete in the dark

Wielded by a faceless shortish imp

I have cursed thee a million times

Cursed thee and thy descendants

Cursed thee until thy death

So be not proud of your stolen possessions



After your scare

I have thought through many ways I could’ve thwarted

Thought through many ways I could have harmed thee

Thought through many ways I could have cursed thee to thy face

But I guess leaving thee to succeed was the wisest decision I ever made

Itching fingers in dangerous games

Brave thoughts which has fire as game

You will meet your volcanoes

Which will erupt and burn you and your descendants

You will forget this 18th day of May

As you add up your escapades

But long after 2015’s skeleton has powdered

You shall receive thy punishment in torrents which will make thee wonder

Torrents which will make thee scream

Torrents which will make thee surrender

Torrents which will make thee wish for death

But alas, it will be too late

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015


The chameleon’s colour

Was given for something

A blend for self protection

A blend to portray harmony

All works have their stations

Now poetry needs to take a seat

To allow a novel to safely be born

I plead to be excused

Hoping to come back soon

At the end of the month I hope

Thank you for following

Thank you for your strength

Thank you for your inspiration


Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Agya aban must be a god
Ooooh, Ataa, let me explain
When I was growing up
I heard one of my uncles died
My mother told me Agya Aban killed him
Because he did not fix the road
And the angry road showed its anger
By chewing my uncle and many others
I asked who Agya Aban was
She said nothing
And I thought Agya Aban must be a god


Ataa, Agya Aban must be a god
When seas swallow beings
Mouths blame Agya Aban
When fire breaks
Eyes call Agya Aban
When stomachs grumble in hunger
Hands call for the help of Agya Aban
Let mosquitoes bite beings
Legs run around looking for Agya Aban
Eiii! Someone must tell me o!
Why won’t I see Agya Aban as a god?

He is called for help
Called for blame
Called for curses
And few times for blessings
Agya Aban is like a help mirror
Agya Aban is like a sky with goodies
Akuoko and Kwabena Amoah
Want to go to Agya Aban
Apiorkor and Dzamasah say they need to join Agya Aban
Abena Donkor and Eyram say they will marry Agya Aban
Ataaa eeiii!
I say Agya Aban must be a god



Ex gratia has met its militia
Its gun is lowered in front of Mahama

Although few mouths are opened in awe
The master, for once, aims to be fair

Will we see a parliamentary demonstration?

Ha ha ha haaaa, ho ho
No one is penalized for wearing “kuntunkuni” to a funeral ground
But wearing white to an aged’s funeral is to be commended
Because it is a mark of wisdom
In the cultural realms of Sikaman

Ex- gratia has met its militia
Kneeling in prayers
To be saved in Ernest
Ei! Kojo Gratia, did you not see alawa?
How it was killed with cries from many young mouths?
If you’re asleep in your room and your legs’
eyes roam the streets
Then be told of the execution of alawa
And know your death is good for triumph
So kill yourself in the hearts of your followers
Before the axe falls on your neck
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 201



Like different worlds put together
The head can battle the heart
The stomach can battle abdomen
Legs can battle thighs
Ears can battle ears
Nose can battle mouth
Human is war
Human is war assembled
So when the heart says no to waking up,
Let the head, like the king, rule
Even on a food tree,
The bird that moves not only creates holes
In its place of abode
And sets a trap for itself
Aside from being malnourished
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c)2015


We are like hens

Hens are the pens

Which write lives

Hens pave way for cock men

To help write lives

So I tell mothers:

You are the lands

Which keep the well

You are the hands which feed all mouths

You are heavenly gateways

For blessings untold

You are the pores of heavens

Which help the earth with rain

The earth blesses you

And the Almighty who sees will bless you more


Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



They are miracles
Miracles who suffer to give
Giving the world miracles
Too bad many don’t see

They are miracles
Miracles whose love are unchallengeable
Loving unconditionally
Too bad many don’t see

If there were to be a fee
For every second a being stays in
I am sure that work will be more lucrative
As death holds its stick in accompaniment
Too bad many don’t see

They are like mad people
Insanity being their loving traits
Never disgusted by all disgustings
Always there when need be
Too bad many don’t see

They can shout hey!
And still open their arms
Can cry oh!
And still hold all hands
Too bad many don’t see

They are suns
They are moons
They host stars which makes them superstars
They are seas
They are breezes
They keep hope, when hope travels forever
They are everything
Everything that is worth  something
They are mothers
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 201is


Randy's fufu on
Randy’s fufu on

Gobbling fufu

Rooted in kontomire’s blood

With snails laid in state

Are Shika and Randy


There are ghosts of fishes

Swimming in their dishes

And mouths in wishes

Wanting gobbles of the dishes

But caring less are the two musketeers

Shika and Randy

Shika's fufu on
Shika’s fufu on


Oh! Kumasi Adum!

The labour and labour


The hunger killer

Will never forget this

The travel of fufu

To the stomach of those two

From the painful belly of the two asankas

Randy and Shika on
Randy and Shika on

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

Inspired by  Shika and Randy’s fufu at Labour



He is fine and suave

And so wears them

Wears them holes like clothes


He has an overall in his huge house

One that all his family knows

One that God’s hands have sealed

One that all close acknowledge


I am awed to a point

At the overall’s removal

In replacement with many different coloured shirts

When he steps out

Sometimes some second hand trousers

Oh! He also makes some shoes he wears around

I don’t want to mention the supporters he purchases

At public restings

“Ei Akuwa yi! Wo dwene sɛ wo yɛ guy”

You can taste all honeys

But one calabash may call its bees

It is there that the goat will see

That beyond stubbornness

Its meat can be made tender and sweet

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Hunter, zita is a bird

A bird whose family needs a shooting

Because they always shout in calling

When even breezes step quiet in falling


Hunter, I know it is good

Good to make your presence known

But not when you have no poison

And your enemies have catapults and guns


Hunter, zita is a sitting-at-one-place noise maker

I don’t know who told it

That its species have beautiful voices

But sure, zitas choir can kill ears


Hunter, take your gun

And clean your ears

Let your ears act as your eyes

And take you to zita


I am sure you are famished

You need a cooked noisy bird which is garnished

So your children can be called nourished

Since zita is calling, please grant her wish

And let your gun give her a royal bow

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


tree roots on rocks


Trees on rocks

I know you fear no sand pest

And you are famous

Because you are unique

But don’t be complacent


Trees on rocks
Don’t act immortal
Remember there are strong winds
Which can break you in twos
If it can’t uproot you

Trees on rocks
Complacency is burst bile in chicken for chicken meat lovers
Who wants to taste that through carelessness?
Certainly not those whose buttocks
Have tasted hard rocks


So trees on rock

Cherish your leaves

Don’t only think of your roots

For leaves can help serve

As your wind breaks

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


I need me an animal
An animal who lives longest
To study its habits
To know its foods
To adopt its relationships
To see if I can live like it

I would give it freedom
Freedom to express itself
And make it know it is my teacher
I will see through its eyes
Eat whatever it eats
No matter how disgusting
And wash its feet

Am I not human?
Is greed not part of my trait?
Why wouldn’t I be an Oliver Twist?
Why can’t I act like Oliver Twist
To study for more years?

Even trees do make noise
When they are falling
Chickens do flap wings
Even after their beheading
If the sun throws tantrums
By taking its light to sleep
Then I need me that animal
That animal that lives the longest
To teach me how to swerve death
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



With stolen thoughts
I sleep with these two tiny legs
Like a nice gift cramped into a package
With giant sinful thoughts

I lay here
Naked in the eyes of Satan
Satan who is a charlatan
And never forgives

He promises to give me a lonely thrashing
With cool hot cold heat
I feel satanic angels’ cane beat
I am on heat
But I feel a beat
I am on seat
But still on my feet

It really is going to be long
This night
The discourse between thinking and thoughts will be for long
If only I could fetch happenings
From the future
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Hopeful ears help fearful eyes
To pick on lies
And strip truth naked
To dress the lies 
To present them to mind
Banishing glaring truth
Into the evil forest of future regrets
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



It is the cook

Whose blame is booked

When the taste goes bad

Like a stinking spoilt fish

So women! Do cook the lads so right!


You worship your creation

Into demi god-ship

When they seek for worship

From your future yous

As you’ve always worshipped in tears

Book your blame

For you are the cook

Who spoilt your brook


I will always grind thoughts of gender

Empowering weaknesses

In both like thunder

I will always call for decorum

And burn demi godships

Before their seats land

Into heads of the strong


If only the cooks

Will follow suit

The world’s bad vocabularies

Will exclude “disrespect for women”

We breed, we can free

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

(I believe men are our creation and so we can bring boys up to treat girls fairly in their future. I believe we can also empower girls to be self sufficient to gain respect from their opposites. I believe disrespect for women started with women and must end by women waking up to quench those, hence this poem.)



Burning and burnt

Bear same papa burn

But burning has hope

Burnt is lost

Be the best burning by swimming

Swimming in honest seas



Poor power pretends

Proud pets are penned

When its pretension pensions

Pom! Pawns then peeve pain’s

Power packages

Pom! Plain pests plucked like poisonous plants

So power the plosives

Not by being fake power pets

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015


Meet Sylvanus Bedzrah; the Writing Ambassador Who is a Future Politician

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Our guest post is a fine gentleman, a hard worker and an award-winning author. He is a Reading Ambassador, a former host of radio show on Books and Reading. He is a believer of purchasing made in Ghana products and dresses to fit all occasions. He is a Ghanaian patriot and non-other than Sylvanus Bedzrah. For the purpose of Brevity, we will address him as Syl.

AMOAFOWAA: You are welcome to

SYL: Thank you very much, my dear elder sister. But instead of addressing me Syl, I prefer Sly—which sounds more romantic, you know.J

AMOAFOWAA: Okay Sly, please tell us about your childhood and growing up.

SLY: Well, some were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Those who missed out on that privilege claim theirs was a wooden spoon. So on the lighter side, I will say I belong to the wooden-spoon category. I was born in Dzodze in the Ketu North District of the Volta Region. Unfortunately, I grew up to realise that I lost my mum less than two months after she gave me to earth, but I take consolation in the belief that, she has gone to a better place. (I miss her though, despite the fact that I did not get to ‘meet’ her.) So I was absolutely taken care of by my maternal grandmother who made (and still making) my growing up feel like I have a wonderful mother—may she live longer than she wishes, I pray. And you know how far grandmothers will go; or let me say some grandmothers will go to instil some amount of discipline in their grandchildren, right? And you know how at the time, you will think the old woman was just being wicked. Today, I look back at what I went through with her, look at where I am now and where I am heading—that is how I appreciate how ‘wicked’ she has been to me. So I did not have it easy growing up at all. Together with an age-mate cousin, we can ‘boast’ of all the happenings that made anyone’s childhood and growing up a memorable one. I mean, I remember selling fried fish for my grandmother. Before then, I found myself sewing all my torn slippers and shoes so I took to shoe making, (not the Tonyi Senayah kind of shoe making oo) so I set up a ‘shop’ in front of our house as a cobbler, which my grandmother disagreed with and succeeded in quenching that childhood business of mine. As for the day she heard that my cousin and I were pushing truck in the market (I can’t even remember why we did that) she did not spare the rod on us—I still have a mark on my body from that lashing. Then she got into fried fish business and we had to go sell fish every day after school by going round with it on a tray, and that earned us that kind of nickname you won’t be happy with in school. After that, I got into selling books from school to school and by going around the town and the market—that was actually after graduating from Junior High School. Then I graduated again from the book-selling business into being a DJ with one sound system operator in town—attending funerals and parties almost every weekend. That was when I got to senior high school, and that was what earned me the position of Entertainment Prefect in school. So you see, I was somehow busy in my childhood days back in Dzodze.

AMOAFOWAA: Tell us about your education and work.

SLY: Ok, so I actually had my basic and high school education in my hometown—from Bagome Primary School to Mite Junior High School to Dzodze-Penyi Senior High School. I am sure you would want to know what kind of activities I was interested and involved in while in school. One activity I remember getting involved in back in Primary School was the hobby and passion for reading. I remember how a classmate of mine, Esther Ahiati who was equally an avid reader, would bring story books to school in exchange of the ones I have, and after reading, we sit down and listen to each other’s comments, remarks and lessons from the book—more like a book review. I do not know how well and right we did that at the time, but that was where the interest for reading began. These books were either in English or written in Ewe, and I must say that we enjoyed the Ewe-written ones most. Then in Junior High School, I got involved in literary activities that got me representing my school during some inter-school quizzes and spelling bees. Then again, in Senior High School, I was a member of the school’s Writers and Debaters Club and the President of the National Commission on Civic Education (NCCE) club and represented the school a few times and won some awards. Now, after completing the Dzodze-Penyi senior high school, I had to go to Action Progressive Institute to strengthen some grades that I did not make. While at Action, I was again involved in literary activities—I remember being the President of the Editorial Board of the school, and that was where I got to publish my first book entitled HAD I KNOWN. Now, after getting done with senior high school in 2007, I did not get to go to the tertiary institution immediately, so it will interest you to know that I am now in the second year at the University—University of Professional Studies, Accra (UPSA) offering Public Relations Management, but you know what they say—“It is better late than never.” Still on literary activities in school, I am currently the Deputy Chairman of the University’s Editorial Board. So again, I will say my education so far has also been characterised by literary activities. You also asked about work. On the side line, I work as publisher who goes round schools marketing his own books, and all I can say in glorification to God who gave me that talent which has now become my work is, so far, so good, but it shall get better.


AMOAFOWAA: Now, if I ask you who you are, what will you tell me in in three sentences?

SYL: Three sentences is even too much. In one sentence, I would say “Sylvanus Bedzrah is a dreamer who believes in the realisations of his dreams.”

AMOAFOWAA: What do you think of women empowerment?

SYL: Let me tell you something: I am actually a feminist. Yes, after listening to Chimamanda Adichie Ngozie’s speech on “We should all be Feminists,” I saw reasons to become a feminist, and so of course being a male feminist makes me one of those who believe in women empowerment. I think it is a worthy call to make available to women some appreciable amount of opportunity even if it has to be to the slight disadvantage of the men. That is because I think the playing field has not always been levelled for men and women everywhere in the world, and we cannot pretend about it. But what I would not go with is this: all in the name of women empowerment, we give women some responsibilities, like say appointments to some top positions, because they are women but not mainly because they are qualified. You get my point? So while we are looking at empowering women, we do not compromise on their qualification and end up putting square peg in round holes. That is why much concentration should be on empowering the girl child today especially education-wise so that when she becomes a woman, there will be no iota of mediocrity in the mentioning of women empowerment. That is why I will always applaud the policy where schools admission requirements for the female is not always at par with that of the male. Semantically, many will not agree with me when I say men and women are not equal and cannot be equal, and that is why equal opportunities should not be accorded the man and the woman, hence, the women empowerment chorus. Sometimes, even the women who call for and support women empowerment claim they are equal to men. But that is where people begin to ask that, so if these women are the same people believing they are equal to men, then why should they be calling for some preferential treatment in the name of women empowerment? But you know how easy it is not to have a full insight and appreciation of an issue without an experience? Yes, so that’s why sometimes, we can only wish for God to swap the genders for a month, (and I know why I say a month) and I am sure the men will return appreciating and understanding better why the need to empower the woman.

AMOAFOWAA: What do you look out for in a woman to call your wife?

SLY: Well, the most important thing should be the character before physical beauty (and don’t forget beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder). I am one of those who believe that, the woman or man you choose to marry can make or mar your life, therefore determining how your whole life will turn out, and that is why good character comes first. I also look out for woman who will have a lot to add to my life and for that matter, the family. I look out for a woman who will complement me. Again, I would not just be searching for wife material in my kind of woman but also a mother figure—you know what I mean. I mentioned beauty—we can’t pretend about that, you know. Every man would want to marry a woman who is appealing to the eye and most importantly to me, beautiful to me, because I become the chief beholder in determining and appreciating this beauty. What is my definition of that physical beauty I talk about and look out for? Well, being just the chief beholder in this matter, we all know a beautiful woman when we see one so, yeah. (smiles)

AMOAFOWAA: What are your hobbies?

SYL: On the lighter side, if you ask a writer to mention his or her hobbies and you do not hear “Reading and Writing” first, then I assume the writer did not hear the question well. So my hobbies are watching movies, listening to music, reading and writing (Ok, so I think I did not hear the question well)

AMOAFOWAA: Hehe. What is your thoughts on rape?

SLY: Rape! Cecilia, you know what? I have always said and maintain that, in the unlikely event that I become a judge and anyone is caught and brought to my court with evidence beyond reasonable doubt for raping someone, nobody should expect that character to come back to society from jail anytime soon; in fact, not at all, because you see, rape does a lot of emotional and physical harm to the victim, and if stringent punishments are not meted out to the perpetrators of this act to serve as a deterrent to potential rapists, we shall continue to pay only lip service to the issue of rape. I don’t know which word I could find in my dictionary that could describe how I perceive rapists, but while I am still searching for that word, I will describe them as fraidy-cat for now because that is what they are but tickling themselves to be otherwise. And let me tell you something: if you did indulge in this act without being caught, you should still bow down your head in shame wherever you are and I am sure your conscience will do a good work as a judge. It enrages me more when the characters involved are those with the father-daughter age difference. I mean, how? Whenever I am watching a movie and there is a rape scene, I cannot just have the nerves to watch. I just hate to see a woman in pain and begging for help especially in the hands of a man—you know what I mean? And let me be quick to add that, some women too rape men, you know, but we must condemn both in the same proportion and amount of energy. If it is not good for the gander, it could not be good for the goose either!

AMOAFOWAA: Now domestic violence takes a different turn. Men are reporting women in Ghana. What is your take on that?

SLY: Oh “Charley”, but those men too, why? Or is that one of the reasons you could use to justify the saying that, “What a man can do, a woman can do better?” Or it is part of the women empowerment we’ve been championing? (laughs) Anyway, on a more serious note, domestic violence in any form cannot be condoned—either the man bit the dog or the dog bit the man, there was a bite. I think the way to minimise this in our homes is to find an amicable way of settling our disagreements thereby preventing them from escalating to the boxing stage. On the lighter side (which could be the case) I would want to assume that, it was because some of these men who are victims of domestic violence are people who have been brought up not to lay a hand on a woman and so the woman took advantage of that meekness of the man to dominate him in that way. Ok, so assuming without admitting that is the case, then we should all make that as part of the training for both males and females, not to lay hands on the opposite sex especially, and there would be less record of domestic violence from any of the sides.

AMOAFOWAA: I know you are the writer of “The Bloody Ingrate.” Was it your dream to be a writer?

SLY: Let me tell you a story—a funny one. When I was growing up, I said I wanted to become a carpenter. You know why? There was this carpenter close to my house who made some very beautiful furniture and displayed them in front of his shop, so I thought becoming a carpenter would be the only way my room could look very nice. Then later on, I changed to wanting to become a pastor all because I admired the way my pastor preached in church and the respect he commanded. Then after that, I said I would want to become a soldier because of their beautiful-sight-to-behold and how respectful it was when those young guys in their uniform return from training to visit their families and of course, to show off, and that showing off inspired many like me to get there. But you see, in all these thoughts, the Bible will vindicate me with that verse that says “When I was a child, I thought as a child…” Then when I proceeded in life, I found my niche after writing and publishing my first book. So with this question, let me use the opportunity to explain the meaning of my answer to one of your earlier questions: “… what will you tell me in three sentences?” I have a dream—a dream that one day, this young man from Dzodze in the Ketu North District of the Volta Region, with a humble beginning, will place Ghana on the world literary map. That is the dream! But in addition to that, let me tell you something—I have political ambitions (ooops! I’ve revealed my secret) Yes, I want to get into politics with one ambition—to go do exactly what I will be elected or appointed there to do. I would want to be remembered as that politician who will be counted among the responsible and trusted ones. Let us have another interview on politics and I shall tell you more.

AMOAFOWAA: Cool, we will scratch the surface here though. Is the story, and I mean THE BLOODY INGRATE based on a true life story?

SLY: Not at all, but I must say that it is a real life story. That is why after reading the book, I got a number of confessions from people who shared similar experiences in my story. In one of such confessions, the lady said even the character name I used was the same name as the guy he went through the ordeal with. So you see? You sit in your small corner somewhere in your room and you think you are just writing some imaginary story but ends up telling someone’s story; but that is the beauty and joy of the writing profession.

AMOAFOWAA: You won something some years back, can you please tell us about it?

SLY: I won some things actually. First of all, this book that we are talking about is what brought me to the limelight as a writer through the benevolence of Airtel Telecom Ghana, when I won their “Zain Touching Lives” imitative at the time, and that saw the sponsoring of the first 1,000 copies of THE BLOODY INGRATE in 2010. Let me quickly use this opportunity again to thank Airtel Ghana for turning my dreams and imaginations into a glorious reality. I have always said that wherever I am now and wherever I shall get to as a writer, I owe it all to AIRTEL. Ok, so in 2011, that book THE BLOODY INGRATE won me the “Young Professional (Writer) of the Year” during the “Youth Excellence Awards” which was organised by Waves International in partnership with the British Council, to appreciate and celebrate excellence among the youth. The following year, I again won an award in the category of Arts and Entertainment in the Youth Impact Ghana Awards 2012. That same year, the book got the approval from the Ghana Education Service as a recommended supplementary reader for all schools in Ghana, especially JHS and SHS. So aside those major awards, I must say that I have also been awarded by my former senior high schools for what I am doing so far to inspire me to do more and better. I hope to win more prestigious awards in the coming years with my upcoming works, but there is this heart-warming award I receive on daily basis and of course that comes from my readers. They are my inspiration actually.

AMOAFOWAA: Wow! I know you are very instrumental in the activities of the Ghana Association of Writers. Is the association achieving its set goals?

SLY: I will say a big YES to this question without thinking twice. Since I joined this association under the leadership of the current President, Mr. Kwasi Gyan-Apenteng, (and that is why we still want to maintain him for another term. I am sure he will frown at me on hearing this) I have seen a lot of activities and forward-movement of this association, but that does not mean there is no more room for improvement. We can make mention of the Ghana Association of Writers Schools Outreach Programme (GAWSOP) which is targeting the establishment of literary clubs in all the over 500 public senior high schools in the country with the main aim of promoting reading and writing among our students. We can also mention our annual book festival—Ghana Association of Writers Book Festival (GAWBOFEST) which happens on 21st September of every year in Accra under the theme “Empowering Ghana Through Reading,” and we are soon going to have this festival in all regions in the country. Our GAW Sunday programme which happens every first Sunday of every month is also another platform that Novelists, Poets, Playwrights and those in the literary industry, including musicians,  use to share their work with us all. The association also organises workshops on writing to empower upcoming writers and very soon, we shall be having our Writers Academy. But if you ask me of what development I wish to see with GAW any time soon, I would call for the association to introduce an annual book or literary award for writers in this country so they can also be celebrated and rewarded every year. At least, that will go a long way in adding a lot to making reading and writing attractive among Ghanaians and getting a lot of writers registered with the country’s official association for writers. But I have said it somewhere that, if this does not happen in the next five years, I will personally take it up, and I mean it.

AMOAFOWAA: What are the marks of a good writer?

SLY: Let me first answer this question with how Friedrich Nietzsche will do: “Good writers have two things in common: they prefer to be understood rather than admired…” In addition, I think a good writer must be a very good story teller, especially when it is about fiction, and that is one way to engage your readers. A good writer should be able to tell stories that speak to the reader in one way or the other and leave the reader with some lessons by the time the last page is turned. I am sure we all know voracious readers and good writers are siamese twins so I do not need to mention that.

AMOAFOWAA: Who do you look up to where writing is concerned?

SLY: It will be difficult to mention only one writer. Because it has always been Prof. Ama Ata Aidoo, Lawrence Darmani, Nigeria’s Chimamanda Adichie Ngozie and the late Chinua Achebe. So you see why I say I have a dream of placing Ghana on the world literary map one day?

AMOAFOWAA: Are you a lover of music?

SLY: Absolutely! For someone who was a DJ back in the days, I have no choice than to fall in love with music.

AMOAFOWAA: Who is your best singer of all times?

SLY: It has always been Amakye Dede because there is no song of his that I don’t like. I am sure by now, my cat is familiar with his voice because his songs are always playing through the speakers. A foreign musician will be Westlife. Play me any Westlife song and I will tell you a story about what that song reminds me of.

AMOAFOWAA: Tell us about your interest in Made in Ghana Products.

SLY: As the President of Ghana and other concerned people have always been trumpeting, that is the best way to promote and celebrate our own. Hon. Dzifa Gomashie will tell you that, any time you go out there to buy something in say Dubai, what you have done is to invest in their economy to grow, so why can’t you do same for your own country? So instead of dressing and looking like the United Nations (as she will always add), I want to help my country’s economy grow by dressing and looking like the proud Ghanaian. So you can also call me an “Ambassador of Made in Ghana Goods” especially with the clothes. Just that people mistake me for a designer or fashion plate, looking at how I dress.

Sly on
Sly on

AMOAFOWAA: Is there anything in store for the near future? I mean where writing is concerned?

SLY: Sure! You know, it is five years since I published my last book, and a lot of people have been wondering why I am taking this long to come out with another. Others have also given up on me, but I have a message for them: when your wife is keeping too long in the kitchen, there are two things involved. It is either she is finding problems with cooking that special meal or she is taking time to make sure your meal is deliciously served. So yeah, I know what is keeping me in the kitchen all this while so I am pleading with my readers to continually have the patience and very soon, the meal shall be served. When it is served, I am sure they shall appreciate how long it took me to prepare it. So yeah, the working title for that ‘meal’ is “Tears in the Rain” and that should be served before this year ends. Alongside, I also have been cooking “Holding on to Hope.” But one that students are mostly calling for is “Inside the Girls Dormitory” and the male students are mostly the ones calling for this, and I can only imagine and understand why.

AMOAFOWAA: Now to religion. I know you are a Christian, what is your most shocking news about Christianity so far?

SLY: We hear all the absurd stories on weekly basis, if not daily, about the men of God especially, or their followers. One that got me angry and prayed for Jesus Christ to speed up with his coming so we all can be saved from the clutches of these supposed men of God, actually happened in Nigeria sometime last year. It was reported that a pastor in Enugu impregnated 20 members of his congregation, and as if that was not disgusting enough to the ear, he came out to say he has been directed by God to impregnate these women. I mean, how? Like seriously! Well, let me leave it before I say unprintable words, but sometimes we have to blame some of these victims and followers. Some of them are just too gullible. Jesus Christ should just hurry with his coming so that a lot of people can be saved from the clutches of these men who claim they are working for Him and His Father

AMOAFOWAA: You are a trumpeter. What peaked your interest in that field?

SLY: Yes! I forgot to mention that aspect of me while talking about my childhood days. Actually, while in Primary School, there was this Brass Band group that was always having their rehearsals in a house across the street so I was always hanging out there after school. Then one day I was invited to play the percussion (what we call the ‘konka’) and so from that day, I unofficially became a member and started following them for their weekend engagements. Then at a point, I decided to rather register and learn the trumpet because my church bought a trumpet and needed someone to play, so I registered privately with someone (for free though) who took me through the lessons, and this is where I have to pause and thank Mr. Eric Edem Ahiable for indulging and teaching me how to play the only instrument in the Holy Bible that will be sound on the last day to determine your fate, you know. And I must say that, playing the trumpet has brought me a lot of opportunities and has also contributed to where I am today in life. This is one thing I could never regret getting involved in or giving up on when I was young, because I nearly gave up when I moved on to another teacher. I remember this man lashed us for not getting our notes right and with tears flowing down your cheeks, we still had to play the trumpet, or else, more tears would flow, you know. And while some gave up, we were still in there enduring it and getting better. I am sure it is one of my talents, aside creative writing, that God equipped me with. I am sure I will be one of the Angels God would choose to sound the trumpet on that day. (smiles)

AMOAFOWAA: Who is your most respected religious leader in Ghana and why?

SLY: Apart from my own Pastor, Rev. Richard Osei Asante of Madina Central Assemblies of God, I would go for Dr. Mensah Otabil of International Central Gospel Church (ICGC) because of his exceptional style of preaching—teaching. I mean, you cannot listen to that man without learning a thing or two to better your life and that of others. You listen to him and feel like you’ve just added a lot of value to yourself. You get my point? No wonder he was adjudged the Most Influential Ghanaian of the year during the E-TV’s most influential people in Ghana awards. Well deserved!

AMOAFOWAA: Now to politics, if you were to select one politician from Ghana, dead or alive, for an award for his contribution to the nation Ghana, who will you choose and why?

SYL: Yieee….this lady is dragging me into politics earlier than I plan to oo. Well, since you did not exclude the mention of Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, I will give it to him. I mean, if not for anything at all, apart from leading the country to independence, we can point to a lot of facilities today that we still depend largely on and credit Nkrumah for it. We can make mention of Akosombo Dam, Accra-Tema Motorway, Komfo Anokye Hospital, Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology, University of Cape Coast and the rest. Bring Kwame Nkrumah back today to lead this country and I am sure a lot of things will change.

AMOAFOWAA: Is this country moving forward or backward? I ask this because I know you are very up to date where current issues are concerned.

SLY: This country is definitely moving forward, and I must add, in the right direction. But even at that, we still have a big house with many rooms that tells us that, there is more room for improvement. It can always get better.

AMOAFOWAA: What is your take on NPP’s concession in favour of women which has been pulled down?

SYL: Mum C, this comes back to the women empowerment issue that we spoke about oo. But I think this is not the right time to implement it, especially when some men in those constituencies have already expressed their interest in contesting and advance their plans in that regard. Now this is how I think it should have been done: have an agreement with all contestants in all the constituencies before this primaries that, after this election, any woman who wins a seat in parliament will not be contested by a male during the next one or two elections. Then after that, any man can contest them again. You see, if you have the people agreeing to something like this, it will be better than waking up one morning and assassinating someone’s political ambitions in the name affirmative action that they were not really aware of. It is a good thing but must be implemented with some level of agreement across board. Well! That is my opinion.

AMOAFOWAA: If you were the president of Ghana at the moment, what would be your first line of action?

SLY: This would sound selfish, but I remember the President of GAW, Mr. Kwasi Gyan-Apenteng once calling for an establishment of Commission of Enquiry to find out why Ghanaians do not read and what could be done to promote that reading culture, and that is what I will do—establish that Commission of Enquiry because if we believe in that saying that “A reading nation is leading nation,” then you will understand why this action by Sylvanus Bedzrah’s government/presidency is his priority.

AMOAFOWAA: How do you see yourself in ten years?

SLY: With the continual enjoyment of that special grace of God I have always been enjoying, I should be able to do a lot to be mentioned among the top prolific African Writers. The time should be ripe for me to carry out my political ambition as well.

AMOAFOWAA: Which words in the Ghanaian National Anthem, speak to your patriotism?

SYL: Ok, hold on let me sing the National Anthem and find the words….. (sings silently) Ok, it should be the first line: “God bless our homeland Ghana…” You know why? Who else prays for his country if not a patriot?

AMOAFOWAA: I will have to ask something I have asked none before, if you are to tell a joke to lift the spirit of one who has lost everything through a fire outbreak, what will be your joke?

SLY: Hahahaa…. Don’t try me because I am sure my joke would remind the person of his loss because of how dry it is. But let me try. Ok so there was this man who returned from America after spending only two years there. You know how when some of these people return even after a week, they speak in a way that the Americans will strain their ears to hear them, right? So this man got to Kwame Nkrumah Circle and stopped a taxi and this what ensued between him and the taxi driver.

Man: Please how much is it from here to Larebiorshie?

Taxi Driver: You said?

Man: I said how much is it from here to Larebiorshie?

Taxi: Where?

Man: Larebiorshie!

Taxi Driver: Come again…

Man: I said Larebiorshie! Are you deaf or something?

So the taxi in his attempt to extricate himself from that humiliation responded: Oh sir sorry, it is only 70 cedis.

Man: (alarmed) What? Are you serious? You mean just from here to Latebi-Okoshie is 70 cedis? Why?

Taxi Driver: Oh you mean Latebi-Okoshie? Oh sorry, it is only 10 cedis. I thought you said Larebiorshie.

AMOAFOWAA: Hahahahahaaa. Please your advice to the readers.

SLY: I have always said that, we don’t have any excuse not be avid and voracious readers. That is why Atwood H. Townsend will tell you that “No matter how busy you are, you must find time to read surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance” and that goes a long way to tell you the importance of reading. If you listen to all the great men we have, reading has always been one activity they occupied themselves with. Someone said “Show me a family of readers and I will show you those who move the world.” Don’t you want to be part of the world-movers? Don’t you want to contribute to making Ghana a reading nation and for that matter a leading nation? So to everyone out there, please let reading make it to your list of hobbies and let us prove wrong the saying that, “If you want to hide something from the African, put it in a book.”

AMOAFOWAA: Thank you for your time on

SLY: Thank you for thanking me, and thank you too for this opportunity. I am grateful.



I read the read

And heard the unheard

I read the read

And learnt the hidden

He is like a good book

A jollof of good read

Born with a wooden spoon

His outlook now will make you swoon

Shaming the poverty baboon

He is gentleman

A dreamer and a liver

He is a patriot

A campaigner for his nation

A writing map – Sly

A trumpeter – fly

He dreams so high

I feel those dreams are nigh

Because he is a hard worker

An avid reader

A positive thinker

And a true Ghanaian

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



I am fire

I am ice

I am the loudest storm of all

I am a whip

I am a mattress

I am the perfect knife of all

So sit

Cut your head onto your laps


Open your thoughts and search so well

If your heart’s legs can dance to the tunes

Of my unpredictableness


I can fire you up like a raging flame

Or cold you up like the womb of snows so tight

And if you dare me

I can storm you up with beautiful lightning holding a sharp sword

Clothed by the loudest sounds

Which will make the heavens shiver

Oh! The earth will then have a fever

Then, what can you deliver?



On a good ride

You could be the mashed corn dough

In the frightened pot

And I will be the stirrer to make you thick

After I am done with you

Your name will change

And you will get to know that you can no longer flow

So if you are a coward

Just try flying

With the fiercest whirlwinds

When they are on a family visit

Because this calm goddess

Needs legs which tread carefully

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015




There is no anarchy

A little descending

And there needs a working standing

Englishs’ steps

Feeling no reps

Britain’s trust

Being so just

Might have to rust

For there is none just

With political thrust

In this greedy cave called world

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



If i were President Mahama

Friends will be at the ends

Of my throne

Because too many thoughts

Of closeness, flies truth airs to the unknown


If i were President Mahama

i would have eyes and eyes

i would have ears and ears

In all breeding places of monies

i would trust all but none

i would never cry dum and flirt with sↄ

And would use ears instead of a hot heart always


If I were President Mahama

I would travel to tongues

Of those close

And get those weedy ones to go weed themselves

Because i wouldn’t want to get lost in any


If i were President Mahama

For every coin lost

The goats will be slaughtered 

In celebration

To appease the gods of free corruption

For every guinea fowl which will cross the border

A guinea fowl police would be cuffed

Until the guinea fowl is back


If i were President Mahama

i would never want to be a dead goat

i wouldn’t even wish to be a live goat

Goats are like marks of stubbornness

Why will I want to be its dead version?


If i were President Mahama

I would embrace opposition

Begging for hugs of mind

To stand the test of all times


If i were President Mahama

i would spread the wings of covering geniuses

Helping Kantankas and others

Like I am doing with Horseman

And would continue promoting Ghana made

Too bad I am not President Mahama

And I am hidden in so much doom

That the little sↄ does not make me visible

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


ko ko ko ko koooooooooooo!



It must be the badluck

That is plaguing my life!

I will say no!

When you hear owls

Shouting in fear or jubilations in the night

Pause and think

Don’t you panic

You are the defaulter

If you only shed the worry

You wouldn’t feel this sorry

Leave the nightlifers be like a peaceful fellow

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Water left untouched for long, stinks

Foods rebel by punishing noses

When left for long

But some people need plain words

To decipher the little words

From the mouth of this small calabash


Knowledge must be a fountain

Flowing for all to see

And filling the holes beneath

Only to flow up and go down again

To restart the cycle

But most three leggeds have turned into one way streams

Oh God!

Aren’t you bored?


Brown wilting leaves

Sit on tall knowledge stools

Scaring green ones off the podiums

When their holes are dug,

Prepared and waiting to receive their leftovers

Oh God!

Don’t be bored


Is there a school beneath?

No, no no, just tell me

Are there higher institutions and organisations beneath?

There must be!


Maybe, just maybe,

There might be ambitious worms waiting to tap

From knowledge untapped

To spare the brains from rotting

If not, then I can’t understand the waste!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015 




You should have been here to see,

Did I tell you I have written much about you?

A school in England wrote to me



They said I should consider

And even tell them if I need more time

Parading their scholarship packages



Your grand daughter has travelled far

But where are you now?

Ha ha ha! I laugh in sadness



I remember your charcoal

And how you worried about rains

Just to get something to push me up



I remember your defence

When others spoke ill of me

And your warm hugs



Where are you now?

You need to be here to see this day

Just peep through the earthly linings



I have come far as you wished?

Why can’t I see you through any peeping?

“aka ohuri preko na ma duru nhanoa o”

I never knew “nhanoa” would be inaccessible



I am ranting like a mad bull

Looking for you but can’t find you

I just need your “mo!”

Asking for too much?



Isn’t it enough you departed on Christmas Eve?

Can’t you even appear in an occasional dream

To check up on your human pet?







Naomi Adwoa Pokuah!

People are staring

Some think it is madness

I know you hear me

Why is there no response?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Running sweats 

conceived by mating muscles

and mobility in tiredness


Chapped skin

like burstings of mud zones

whipped by hot sunshine


Palms calloused

like the skin of a rough tree

displaying wares hoping for money exchange


You realize nothing is easy

when you see frustrated breath

running through noses 

on their hind legs,

their heat beats that of fires hands down


There really are sun whipped beings

You have seen nothing yet

Until you step on the heart of Dagbon’s Aboabo

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


King of the golden stool

The sitter on the red stool

Guarded by porcupines who wise up fools

Otumfoↄ ↄtekↄkↄↄ soↄ

ↄmama a ↄma ma akuma tↄ

ↄwoo woↄ wo wo a

Wawo wo anya nyam

Enti mɛka no wↄ kpↄtↄ kasa mu

Beings are blessed by your birth

Asantemma are blessed by your bests

A man is a man

But there are man and man

You are the man

Where men are men

Fotomfroms have already sang your praises

No appellation is a visitor at your station

Rule forever

Odi sika atumprada

Sɛ Onyame nhyira yɛ nsu a

ɛnɛ da yi, Onyame nhyira ntↄ ngu wo so

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


President Rawlings
President Rawlings

If i were Former President Rawlings

i would be a cat

While many dogs bark

i would package boom

After i, its disadvantages, zoom

Because i would know it can cause doom


If i were Former President Rawlings

i would be the diamond in the midst of gravels

Charming the media like a fairy godmother

Blessing them with my smile into forgetfulness

When ridiculous questions walk 

Through their mouths and gape at me


If i were Former President Rawlings

I would keep my face

Clear for the cameras

And punish traitors in four walls

Sealed at the top

With shut doors without windows

Always looking fashionable in Ghana wears


If i were Former President Rawlings

i would be the Romeo

Who would never go without my Juliet

My supportive wife would be my strength

i would make her know our ambition ended

With the lowering  of my presidency stool

Because I will know fully well

Her ambition will be ridiculed


If i were Former President Rawlings

i would still be charming

Like Disney grounds for kids

And mime some Snoop Doggy songs

Adorably saying i understand not

Drawing in my grand kids


If i were Former President Rawlings

I would be the voice of God

And generalize fake preachers

And maybe give clues but never mention names

Because i would know all Ghanaians are my children

And would advice those who allow

Themselves to be spammed

To make the fraudsters jobless


If I were Former President Rawlings

i would be like a priest in confession

My household will be opened to all

Umbrellas, elephants, chickens and all

Giving my support to all in love

Never betraying any


Fishes would love to fly and sing like birds

Birds who can only fly would like to swim like fishes

But as pelicans and they will say all is nothing 

Too bad

That i am not former president Rawlings

Now bells of stardom, pause

Pause and help my voice travel through the quietude

To his jurisdiction

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

The Estimate for the Fencing of the Yumba Special School

MATERIAL                 COST                     QUANTITY            TOTAL

70ft handwoven wire   55cedis                 37 rolls                2035 cedis

Metal poles                   15 cedis                 260pieces           3900cedis

Transportation        100cedis                                                       100  ”

Cement                         31 cedis                     10 bags                 310

Gravel                          200                            1 trip                      200

Water                         200                                                            200

Labour                       300                                                            300

Without the gate, the grand total is 7045. The gate is estimated at 2000 cedis. They now have a day watchman so what is important is the fence for now to protect the students from straying. Here are some of pictures from the site.

We already have 700 cedis donated and 500 cedis in pledge. I also pledge 200 cedis. Help in any way you can and let’s make Yumba safe for pupils. If you want to help, you can put anything you can afford in the account 0041303252019 at UT bank, the account name is Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia and Abdul Muumin or you can on the Mtn wallet 0249127326. For transparency sake, please be sure to trace that your name or donation is published on the page. You can also contact me through

Social Responsibilities, Creating a Better Place for the Needy in the North. Thank you.


WP_20150505_013 WP_20150505_014 WP_20150505_015 WP_20150505_016 WP_20150505_017 - Copy WP_20150505_017 WP_20150505_018 - Copy WP_20150505_018 WP_20150505_019 WP_20150505_020 WP_20150505_021 WP_20150505_022 WP_20150505_023 WP_20150505_024 WP_20150505_028 WP_20150505_029 WP_20150505_030 WP_20150505_031 WP_20150505_033 WP_20150505_034In case you are wondering why this project, there is only one special school in the northern part of Ghana which caters for children with neuro problems. This school is not fenced and I was told by the headmaster that a child strayed into the bush and it took the community and administration the whole day to find him. So friends advised we devise a plan to contribute to fund a fence to keep the children safe, hence this project. Support in any way you can if you can, even 1 pesewa, 1 cent can go a long way to help. Thank you.



Light upon my sight

Lighting the way

Blinding in brightness


Touch upon my patch

Soothing the pain

Hurting the lane

Remembering the future of scardom


If you are the shade

What do I do in your shifting?

Take it all? 

Storms, heavy rains, sunshine and all?

And take the fall?


Help me grow some

Yes, some leaves to shade me

When any shifting occurs

I think that would be fair

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015