Walking into the secrecy of minds

Locked deep in wishdom

I met yearnings of many kinds

Hidden deep in needdom

With huge parcels in binds

Hoping for God’s grantdom

As shy nails shout of their fears for giving ways


Minds who need partners occasionally sit and stare keenly

Into the eyes of preachers

Shouting “Amens” to everything feminine or masculine

Skilfully looking around for faces with inscriptions like “the chosen”

Hoping all fine clothings carrying fine faces

Who have fine manners and fine voices

Their “ones”


Minds which hide yearnings of wealth have their ears pinned

To anything money

Their eyes glued to anything rich

Their noses stand guard to anything expensive

As their hands seek to be greased by any rich hand around

Nothing escapes their rich haunts


Minds which hide deep the yearning for fame

Jump at the slightest opportunity for showmanship

Hoping to have eye contacts with any random camera

Shouting for attention where music bleeds

Shouting for loving preaching cries

Their clawful soles assembling congregation

Higher than the preachers


Minds which hides sicknesses

Cry from deep within their needs

Promising promises meant for saint in their sinful hides

Pulling facial muscles to give themselves away

Shedding tears when God’s compassion stands in voices

Kneeling when deliverance is mentioned


Minds hiding pains of child blessings

Sit, pray and steal glances at children riding in arms

Or on shoulders

or on the grounds

Looking beyond all naughtiness

And wishing for God to see their parcels of need


Minds needing to travel have their minds on travellers

Then on preachers

Then on God

To help with connections

With prayers

With ease, respectively

As litigants cry for God’s defence

Thinking all opposition evil

Forgetting they are themselves a part


Why do beings think like that?

Why do they charge so high in bribes on earth

And seek to bribe God above for little favours?

Dressing like saints but asking to taint

The church is a disco of need today

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

By amoafowaa

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

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