We were little witches
Those only mouths hooted
As thoughts revered
So got away without being murdered
For fake gods who lived in the minds
Of men whose egos were at stake
II
We are the stubborn ones
Ones society uglies for the kingdom of marriage
Too strong “Maame Gyata”
Too opinionated “wo ka a na waka”
Too conceited “onim ne nyinaa”
But we live on strong in your minds
You know your hope to get to cope
III
We need you to help them higher
Those with clean slates
Slates that female genital mutilation has not tasted,
Trokosi has never been exhibited on
Forced marriages are alien to
Slates which know no segregation
Or lower beings
Or shadows
So let them be
And help them higher
IV
Help them
Please help the little angels higher
Help them
Help the saviours of this world climb higher
Help them
Help the soldiers of humanity soar higher
Help them
Help the beautiful pots get stronger
In order to host the waters you seek
Purify and make them heal
V
Let the beauty of the dark skin shine through
Let the pleasure of the beautiful curves be seen in intellectual strength
Let the glory of the sun
Have their hosts at the center stages of success
So all can call the piper of life
And have the chance to request a tune
For all to dance to
For we were one
One people
One soul
One body
One blood
Even before labelling was born
In thoughts captured by fear and evil
Help them
Help girls succeed
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
