Romancing Ghanaland, Valentine Special


Kofi Akpabli, multiple-award winning journalist and author of 4 books including Tickling the Ghanaian and Romancing Ghanaland, teams up with Kapokyikyiwofaase Nana Awere Damoah of Sebitically Speaking and I Speak of Ghana fame to bring you another exciting evening of book reading!

Come join them romance the valentine sebitically in the newly-opened Sytris Bookshop, East Legon.


Date: 13 Feb 2016
Venue: SyTris Bookstore, East Legon near A&C Mall
Time: 4.30pm – 6.30pm


Don’t come alone!

Brought to you under the auspices of Writers Project of Ghana, and supported by THREADEX.



There were mountains to climb

But like a great traveler

You saw the path

And not the pantings of breath

It scarily asked for

Until you reached this spot

A spot where eyes watch in dynamics

Eyes calling for a fall

Eyes calling for shame

Eyes calling for failure

Eyes calling for success

All looking innocently

Like angels ready to protect

You are here

Here, where heat abounds

Here, where more mountains call for climbing

But you definitely will without thinking of the stress

All bitter sweet tears

All sweet sour talks

All smooth dangers

Your fingers will slip

I call for peace

I call for love

I call for all your heart does crave

On this day your mother remembers

In pain and pleasure

As you started your story

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia

(Picture Credit: Onyeka’s Facebook Timeline)


Huge sharp blinding stones

Fall on what once was gold coast

Shielded by mandate


Swords in umbrellas

They cover, hit to quiver

Fail to deliver


Animals run wild

But will forget when swords hide

Faking protection


A little water

Few gifts so swift calms all rifts

Then mandate again

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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(7) DeBorah and A Better Balance

Support Debbie. Fighting for a good cause is all that we need to be fulfilled.

Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit

Source: (7) DeBorah Le Raconteur

Me and two Members of my A Better Balance Team helping to get justice and the right to care for my brother Stephen who has Autism!!

Removing the stigma thrust upon caregivers and their disabled relatives by the workplace! Go Team!!

Here is an article from A Better Balance about the Paid Family Leave Rally and my personal fight for Stephen!!  Please read and Please support A Better Balance through generous donations.  Thank you!

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Gradually, theatre is gaining grounds as a formidable, alternative source of entertainment in Ghana. Something big in this industry is going to happen this February. The eve of Valentine just got more interesting.

From the ink of playwright, Kobina Ansah, comes a new romantic comedy, ‘I Want To Sue God!’ Writer and director of the first ever seasonal play in Ghana; This Family Is Not For Sale, says this satire mocks how we blame God for almost every misfortune that happens to us when indeed we are the cause. Typical of most humans right?

Set in a contemporary society, this piece highlights how young couples spend extravagantly on weddings only to live the rest of their married life regretting. After entangling themselves in a mess, such couples blame either God or the devil for what they have brought on themselves.

In I Want To Sue God!, Bishop Akpanya, General Overseer of The 13 Apostles Divine Ministry, prophesizes the marriage between Kekeli and the singing bird, Arhinfoa. After throwing a luxurious wedding party, Kekeli finds out his “heaven sent” wife, on whom he has spent his lifetime savings to wed, is exactly opposite what he had imagined. She’s everything but a wife. Decision? Someone needs to be sued!

Showing on Saturday, 13th February 2016 at Central Cafeteria on University of Ghana campus, I Want To Sue God! promises to be suspenseful, fun-filled and entertaining. Kobina Ansah hints, “We seek to achieve three main ‘Ls’ with this satire; leisure, laughter and lessons.” He added, “Young people spend on weddings too much. It is about time we used theatre to correct some of these ills in society while we laugh at them.”

Laced with humour, the five-cast romantic comedy is a product of Scribe Productions and proudly sponsored by Scribe Communications. First show is at 4pm. Second show is at 7pm. Don’t miss it.




Writer Nana Awere Damoah, author of five books including I Speak of Ghana, Sebitically Speaking, has called on Ghanaian publishers to do more to push Ghanaian writers on the world front. The writer, in a chat with Amoafowaa wrote:
I Speak of Ghana listed as one of the “to read” books for tourists to Ghana. Sadly, it is the only one listed which is written by a Ghanaian:

Check out the top 50 books in the “Travel Guide” category on Amazon for, say West Africa, and you will see my point even more clearly: most of the authors listed are not West African.

Our publishers must do more to get many of our great titles on online sales platforms. We need more GH writers. We also need to promote our own.”
He also added
By the way, two great books for anyone visiting Ghana: Romancing Ghanaland and Tickling the Ghanaian, both by Kofi Akpabli.”

Photo Credit: Shika Nornoo.


Fallen in the desert of the unknown

Aided by water

And the daily murder of plants and animals

I look up and I see the skies;

House of clouds, sun, moon and stars

I look down and I see me and my likes

And all that we are harmful to

Then I seek your face


I seek your face

But I get blocked by many channels

I seek your face

But I get lost in many ideals said to be You

I seek your face

You who legends say have the power to create and take

I seek your face

Although I know, except in name

None has lived forever by Your authority


Show me Thy face

So I will know my now and all my paths

Show me Thy face

So I can clean all my dirts which I unknowingly threw

To taint its state

Show me Thy face, so like a bird, I’ll know my nest

This settling unsettlements

This cooling boilings

This flawed perfections

Of knowing less for protection

Sits not in the guts of my thoughts

I seek Thy face

Show me, so I can access your crown

And heal my frown

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016


We are trapped
Wrapped in covers of ills
Ills which pay no bills
And our growth stills
You in covers of ego
And I, in covers of pride
Both being carried on the backs of striking words
How did we get here?

How did we get here?
How did we get to this point of battle?
How did you become like the cat
And I like the snake?
How did fear of losing face
Gain a huge barrier between us
And recruited soldiers to so guard its stance?

How did little hurts
Pile like baggage which burst into rubbish
And called stubborn flies
To witness, whine and dine to invite eyes
Which have no business in our territory?
How did our tears develop charms
To sink within
When we come face to face
Only to flow like furious seas
That none can block
In our various locked quarters?

How did we get here?
Here, where loneliness holds a cane in the cold
Here, where uncertainties drive the fastest cars
On unmotorable roads
Clearing our minds’ traffic lights of thoughtfulness
And leading us to the dangers of damage?

Let’s clear
Let’s go naked
If these clothes be sanity
Let’s go mad
And show ourselves the scars in these clothes
The scars which rhyme not with happiness
For we are one in spirit
And our laughters in separation
Cause us the desperation of exasperation
A conundrum so difficult to penetrate
In our web of pain

For you are the king

And I, your queen
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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Give me

Love without hushes

No clashes

And no rushes



Hold me

Fun with no evil

No watching devil

And be civil



Call me

Name of no bitches

Thinking of no riches

Pushing into no stitches



For the moon stands tall to watch

And the stars flung her to view

Give them no horrors to chew

And give no rain to dew

Our lovers are few

Strength, our only tool, to make the dogs mew

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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I smile

As I make the miles

For I’ve known more than a while

And have tasted livers from biles

Like a swift alikoto, I have swirled

Like the boss fishes of some rivers, I have swarm

Like the nightingale with the tinniest vocal chord, I have sang

Some say I am a tortoise, but I’ve had my run

Some say I am a baboon, but I’ve sat in their skies

Some claim I am a loser, but I’ve won their race

No matter their chase

Never have I been dazed

I smile, because earth has given me much

I came with an empty mouth but now it is filled

I came with little fragile bones

But earth has strengthened and stretched

I came with such small skin

But earth has given me much

If I fall in the hands of the vanisher today

I go with much than what I came with

I smile

And I will always smile

I will continuously smile

Until I make all the miles

Gratitude makes rich our files

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016



As the sun lights the world

You light my life

With your follows, reads, likes and comments

I’ve flown like an eagle

Through the WordPress skies

And travelled so wide

Just in years of two

You’ve been my armour

You’ve been my strength

You’ve taken me higher

With your care and love

Thank you for all you are

For all you are is all I am

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

(It’s exactly two years today since I joined WordPress. Thank you for following, reading, liking and commenting. May we continue to be together until our times run out. God bless you)


May I?

May I sip from the calabash of truth

And spit on the lies which lie like parcelled beauty

In the minds of those with power hands of command?

May I?

May I?


May I?

May I step on the heart of deceit

As truth blocks gates of ears which lies have VVIP tickets to

On a trip to trip common sense?

May I?

May I?


May I?

May I step on the claws of the devilish eagle

To save the skin of the fragile bird who seeks

To open the gates of locked freedom?

May I?

May I?


Give me the power!

Please give me the power to give eggs of piety

The back of the tortoise

Stubborness of the goat

Strength of the eagle

Wisdom of the ant

Beauty of the swan

Pride of the peacock

Meekness of the sheep

Obedience of the dog

Hard work of the horse

And the love of the dove

To save our land

To save this land from drowning in the seas of selfishness

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016


A good love is like the sun and moon
A part sleeps when a part is at post
They appear even if they vanish for a while
Always smiling
A good lover hunts for happiness
For the one who holds the time of his heart
And will gladly lay down his life with a smile
If the lover so wishes

He created our space
Eliminated the snow which so so cages
But arranged the harmattan
Which cleans our tan
Gave us from gold to beautifully shaped trees
Ones which clap
Ones which whistle with the dancing air
Ones which birth very natural edibles
Ones which heal very intense ails
As petroleum flows beneath our land
This is where dogs are the servants
Who hunt as humans chant
Dogs are the servants who feed themselves
Freedom of the wild
Freedom of the home
Freedom in which the wild lives in harmony with the domestic

Family here is like a gigantic tree
Leaves and branches are never lonely
Laughter and tears get teeth and arms
For company and love
It’s true the paddlers are having us stray
It’s true our shine is making us blind
It’s true we slack and lag behind
But lovers are lovers
Their advantages numerous

Africa is in the centre of His heart
Lying safely like a child in a safe eternal womb
Of one who will see no in of  a tomb
It’s beings protected right from their skins
Africa is in the heart of His Mythical Highness
His Omnipotent
Omniscient Redeemer!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016


As to how we got here

I do not know

Except that, like a sun awoken in the night

I am burning my eyes but there is no heat in sight

How eagles have now turned hawks

And catching little chicks to far away trees

Which needs days and days of travel

Beats my mind’s pot to a pulp

What is their motive?

Do they not see the fully grown fowls?

Don’t they think of the beaky tongues of their future olds?

What will they feed on when their times travel to their growth?

They catch the fragiles and spill their wombs

They catch the fragiles and squash their lives

They catch the fragiles and waste their lives

Their meats uneatable

Their blood irreplaceable

Their ghosts unnoticeable

Their loss unforgettable

You chickens who stray from parental advice

Try knowing the world more

Eagles turned domestic hawks

Heal yourselves and have some brains!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

(Wrote this after a senior high school girl died of complications of abortion. I just hope the men or boys will have some thoughts to help them grow instead of destroying them, and I also wish the girls will think of themselves more)

Fundraising 2016 for School

Nana A Damoah

Dear Friends:

Since 2013, friends of mine mainly on FB have been doing annual outreaches and donations to schools. Many of you will remember the re-roofing and rehabilitation of the Apagya R/C Primary School we undertook in 2014, raising over GHC23000 to bring smiles to the faces of the pupils in that school (see story in Daily Graphic –

Last year, we used the money collected to donate desks and mattresses to Wa School for the Deaf last week.

However, the school needs 45 more mattresses and 20 desks. For this we need about  GHC7500.

Some friends and I are raising funds to fully provide the needs of the school in terms of desks and mattresses.

We aim to raise the funds by end March and commission work on the desks to donate with mattresses by end April 2016.

Seyram Ahiabor and I will be the contacts for any…

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As many try to get emancipated

From problems which have roots so constipated

Many are those whose problems are cemented

And only need bulldozers to break them together

Them; problems and beings


As students fear breathing questions

With their countless Roman numerals

So are many breathers living with problems

With countless Roman numerals

Numerals you have never met


Ama Attaa has all body parts

But cries for lack of money

Papers which are not legs

Well, let’s say they can buy fake legs


Akosua Tawiah has one leg

She cries all the time for another leg

Kwaku Gyan has no leg, no hands

Looks at them and cries louder

But still Efo Kwadwo laughs although he lacks a brain

What irony!


No matter what your problems

Someone sees you as the heaven

Being blind is sad

But there are still blind men who are crippled

And there are still deaf, blind, crippled and mentally disordered beings

Who smile no matter the rivers of saliva that flows

Try to shift

You’ll see the many who want your space

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

(Image from Google pics)


Man who was made naked
And grew to know leaves could hide
And proceeded to pursue trees to be softer
In order to hide more and more of himself
And now thinks leaving some parts bare is a sin
Oh man!

Man who initially fed on fruits
And was afraid of fire
Managed to conquer fire
And moulded the earth to cook with the fire
What tasted slimy and was found
In, on and beneath the earth
Man oh man!

Man who needs needs today
But needs wants immediately after being blessed with needs
And has legs but craves fins
Has hands but craves wings
And has found ways of swimming

And flying like fishes and birds
Man oh man!



Man; a harmless danger

Man, a fragile but cruel hunter
Man whose brains have nearly extincted fearful animals
Man whose heat has vanquished part of the sky
Man is a tiny earth to be feared


Oh man!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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Abena Mansa is a great cook

It is not that she knows book

She knows that tomatoes stand on their feet

When pepper stays to beat

And salt stops the bragging of onions

When it steps into the zone of the house of oil

What is good is they all make an army

To trash the taste of the main course

All plants need their time of watering

Their time of sunshine

Their time of air

None must die in the struggle

For all are the spices

And like a being, every part plays a role

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

(Please followers, I need few weeks off to concentrate on my upcoming books for publication. I hope you keep visiting and keep writing, reading and getting inspired. I am ever grateful for your time on Blessings)

Bedbugs in Boarding Schools

bedbugs picture.

When I first heard of the Ghana government’s initiative to give free mattresses to boarders in senior high schools, my first reaction was that of shock. I asked myself why a government which could barely pay for the feeding grants for the Northern Scholarship Initiative could be so extravagant as to bother to duplicate mattresses for students. I was preparing to write an article to air my views when bedbug infestation plagued our school.

We saw it on our girls; their skins showed bites and others had scratches and sores on their bodies. Then the boys started complaining too as some teachers felt the pinches of their presence. The management of the school acted as fast as they could and brought in a fumigator for fumigation. Even the fumigation, which was very costly, did no good. Then I saw the sense in the giving of the new students mattresses but it held a flaw, because then, beds must be changed, chop boxes and trunks must also be changed right up to the boxer shorts and panties of students for complete clearance.

What I find difficult to understand is why these insects breakout in almost all schools each term. Some claim it is always from the girls’ dormitories because the girls eat like fowls, and the crumbs from their foods breed these insects. Well, I know they do but I also do know boys also hide foods to eat at night.

Also, it is clearly evident that these bed bugs are mostly seen during inter zonal sporting activities where most schools come together to compete. So obviously, schools who are affected spread it to the other host schools and other visiting schools who in turn send them to their schools. Even day students risk sending them to their homes because they sit with the boarders in their classes.

It is a fact that these insects breed in corners and places difficult to reach. It is also true that they are difficult to kill. Wherever humans are, they multiply in great fold. Reading on bedbugs, I came across this site

Causes of Bedbug Infestations

Bedbugs are found in temperate and tropical climates worldwide. They are most commonly found in living quarters where their host resides. Bedbugs generally hide in the seams and crevices of mattresses and box springs, bed frames, headboards, old furniture, and in spaces underneath baseboards or behind loose wallpaper. Clutter and disarray also provide additional hiding places for bedbugs. Bedbugs may be transported from one location to another via luggage, furniture, clothing, and used mattresses. Although they are often associated with unsanitary living conditions, bedbug infestations also occur in clean, well-maintained living quarters, including five-star hotels and resorts. Bedbug infestations have been increasingly reported in hotels, dormitories, homes, apartments, nursing homes, jails, and hospitals. There have been several cases in the U.S. involving litigation because of bedbug infestations.

Prior to World War II, bedbug infestations were common; however, after the widespread introduction of the use of the insecticide DDT in the mid-20th century, bedbug infestations became much less common. The recent resurgence in bedbug infestations worldwide is thought to be related to several different factors, including the increase in international travel, dense urban living conditions, insecticide resistance, and new, ineffective pest-control measures.


The symptoms of a bedbug bite are usually mild when present, and often individuals will not experience any symptoms at all. Bedbug bites can occur on any exposed part of the body, with the face, neck, arms, and hands being areas commonly affected. The signs and symptoms can appear from minutes to days after the initial bite. Affected individuals will usually complain of localized itching and reddish-colored skin lesions, which may look like a flat welt or a raised bump. Sometimes, the lesions can be found in clusters or in a linear pattern. Typically, these skin lesions will go away after one to two weeks.

Individuals who experience repeated bites over time may have more pronounced symptoms. Some people may also develop scarring or a skin infection from intense scratching of the skin. Rarely, a more severe systemic allergic reaction to a bedbug bite may develop. Some individuals may develop insomnia andanxiety from serious or repeated bedbug infestations.

When to Seek Medical Care

The vast majority of the time, bedbug bites can be managed at home. However, if someone begins to experience any of the following symptoms, consult a health-care professional or go to the nearest emergency department:

This was a very enlightening read so I thought to share. I hope the education sector finds a way to battle this so students will be safe in their rooms instead of fleeing to sleep outside to be bitten by snakes and other harmful animals.

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Happy man standing at mountain top

If we were made like you

As spoken by the oracles of beliefs

In their many incantations and codifications

Then may I ask

How big your hands are?

Are they as big as the pate of earth’s head?

Are they as big as the back of the mat-like sky?

Are they as big as the faces of unmeasurable seas?

Let me know how big they are

That all hands crave to hold

In good or bad times

Would you every hold all

Or make some fall?

What is the formula for selection to hold?

Tell me so I will be bold

Would you ever heed the call

To save this rolling ball?

This heat is generating questions

Questions like pins with two sharp tips

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016



We have lived to finally see
What youthful limbs have fixed as bill
And presented to cheering hands as fee
Sums which aim for nothing but to kill

Now the lions’ masks have finally fallen
Showing clearly their frame of donkeys
As the sheeps’ paint erase appalling
To show lions and hyenas’ breed with whips for monkeys

No sweet bile lives in a chicken
But real chicken’s bile is oh so small
In the belly of our dear fancied chicken
We see the bile overtake the liver in our mouths which are oh so small

Our suns are killed
Our pockets, beheaded
The mouths so skilled
Are to Regret Town headed

Foods are fetched into stomachs of the satisfied
Terror hands are being pulled
Into realms of peace unquantified
Minds now know they are being fooled?

Trusted thumbs are itching
They are bruised and in curse
They cry out for even quack doctors’ stitching
So they can dive to fix red moons in sky’s purse
Will that ever be reachable?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

Time of Inspiration with Wanlov the Kubolor

Our guest post for today is physically hot in the handsome world. He is controversial, indigenously African, orally free with a kind heart. He is a great father and is a great singer. Our guest for today is none other than Emmanuel Owusu Bonsu popularly known as Wanlov the Kubolor who was kind enough to grant us an interview in his abode in Accra.

AMOAFOWAA: You are welcome to

WANLOV: Thank you

AMOAFOWAA: Please tell us about Wanlov Kuborlor, from infancy to now

WANLOV: My infancy is a blur.  I was born in Ploiesti, Romania early 80’s and before I was one, we moved to Ghana. By the time I was five or six years old, my parents separated and my mother being an immigrant, kept us. We moved around a lot because she was renting and moving around because rent was going up or whatever. So my infancy was a lot of moving around, every two to three years, we changed neighbourhood. So little Legon, Dansoman, Mile Seven, Zoti Clinic, Dome St. Johns, Taifa, Asylum Down. It was a lot of moving around.

AMOAFOWAA: Did that affect your schooling? I mean, changing schools?

WANLOV: I wasn’t changing schools all the time. I only changed school once. I remember they tried to get admission for me in Christ the King but I don’t know why I was giving opposite answers to all the questions for the entrance examinations. You know how my mind works. I was in North Ridge but then I got kicked out of North Ridge by the time I was in class five.

AMOAFOWAA: Why was that?

WANLOV: Because in class four, I fought with Yaa Asantewaa Rawlings. She is my cousin, so nothing happened to me apart from just being transferred.

AMOAFOWAA: And that was nothing?

WANLOV: I think it was nothing because those times, if you messed with the Rawlings’ family you would be tagged on a sign board in Teshie.

AMOAFOWAA: What are your hobbies?

WANLOV: Eating “alansa” is one of my main hobbies.

AMOAFOWAA: What? Eating “alasa/alansa” that bitter fruit?

WANLOV: Yes. How many people can eat thirty in a day? I can eat thirty in an hour. And I like basketball, I actually play basketball sometimes for charity events. I like soccer too, more for the fact that it works my body out, but I don’t enjoy it, as much as I enjoy basketball.

AMOAFOWAA: Any mentors in life?

WANLOV: I’d like to say Gyedu Blay Ambollay is a mentor. Panji –

AMOAFOWAA: What do you see in Gyedu Blay Ambolley?

WANLOV: Gyedu Blay is like a primordial force. He is very, I don’t know if you’ve ever seen or heard of this legend. I don’t know who it belongs to but on the continent are huge giant tortoises that civilization rests upon. I just see him as this huge force of nature. Very magnanimous.

AMOAFOWAA: Magnanimity means he is kind and generous …

WANLOV: Yes, but you can see in his music, very good energy in his music.

AMOAFOWAA: So apart from Gyedu Blay Ambollay, you were mentioning a few others?

WANLOV: Yes, Panji Anoff. Panji is like a world encyclopedia. I have not spoken to Panji about anything or for any advice that he has not been able to give about ninety something percent. He is very knowledgeable. He is like an oracle. He is very revealing and enlightening. If you just sit by Panji and just say “tooth pick”, he will just start “In 1512, the first toothpick was…” and he will tell you how many toothpicks are being produced now in the world, every possible trivia to a quite accurate end.

AMOAFOWAA: What inspired your genre of music?

WANLOV: I see myself like a “tri-genre”. I am doing three things, Gospel Porn with M3nsah, and by myself , I am doing what I call, Afro-Gypsy Music and also just rap, I feature on people’s songs.

AMOAFOWAA:  How do you maintain your daily motivation and inspiration despite obstacles or setbacks?

WANLOV: I don’t dwell on one thing at a time. Every time I have three to five things I am doing. Right now, I am editing videos for some artists, I am writing scripts for some films, I am learning how to play guitar, I am writing songs as well so if I have a setback, it is just on one thing out of the things I am doing, so the other things keep me going till I am re-inspired or rejuvenated to take on other things.

AMOAFOWAA: You have a unique lifestyle, what inspired the way you live?

WANLOV: I don’t have any unique style of living.


WANLOV: Yes, maybe just with dressing but me wearing a wrap skirt happened when I was just doing my laundry. All my clothes were dirty and I wrapped a cloth around me and I just felt like that was how I was going to dress from then on. It just happened by chance. And now I am used to it.

AMOAFOWAA: So what do you think of the saying that “clothes maketh a man?”

WANLOV: That is when you look at the world on a flat standpoint. That quotation obviously comes from one of those elites who can afford a certain kind of clothing and regard men by their social standing as opposed to their conscience or their nature. Somebody can have a bad and wicked nature but because the person is nicely dressed, then they will be received well somewhere. This quotation comes from those kinds of people who are moved by the cosmetic presentation of men instead of the internal makeup.

AMOAFOWAA: Wow! How do you see the music industry of Ghana?

WANLOV: It is round and hairy

AMOAFOWAA: Like an ape or something like that?

WANLOV: Don’t quote me as saying that, that is just you saying that.

AMOAFOWAA: If it is round and hairy, that is just one of the things that comes to mind

WANLOV: Then why don’t you say test***es. Well, I said it is possibly hairy. It used to be a bit flat but now it looks like nine months pregnant.

AMOAFOWAA: So that is creativity at its peak?

WANLOV: I hope so. But that is also Obour’s stomach. Maybe you can say that it is about to give birth to creativity.

AMOAFOWAA: But I think Obour is fit now and has grown cool.

WANLOV: Cool like what? Like standing in a fridge or what? Do you mean he has given birth?

AMOAFOWAA: (Laughing out loud) Maybe through a caesarian section

WANLOV: Lol. You are worse.

AMOAFOWAA: But Obour has exercised and grown fit, I think, from the last time I saw him on television.  I know you to be a great father. One who makes sure he represents even at the maternity hall. What inspired your commitment to fatherhood?

WANLOV: Well, I think my parents kind of raised me in a way that instilled in me a sense of responsibility. I don’t even think I am a person who likes children, but I feel I need to do everything for my children because I am part of the reason they are here. When I am with my children, I enjoy myself but I also love to be by myself. I don’t also want to come across as disliking children…

AMOAFOWAA: You can’t even say that because I can see for myself what is happening. (For the benefit of followers, I met Wanlov with his a little under 2 year old son: Kojolescu and he was taking care of him at his home alone. Feeding, bathing, and changing his diapers. He was so attentive throughout the interview) What has been the naughtiest thing you have ever done?

WANLOV:  I was playing with my brother when we were children and I threw cement and it went into his eyes

AMOAFOWAA: That is not as bad as you made it sound, more like a mistake. Let’s talk about politics. From Nkrumah to Mahama, which politician has impressed you so far and why?

WANLOV: Apart from Nkrumah, none has been able to impress me. Just because all of them had no vision.

AMOAFOWAA: If you talk about visions, what do you think Nkrumah had that none of them possess?

WANLOV: I mean Nkrumah went into a forest in the Volta Region, a forest, and decided to turn the whole place into a dam. He also decided to create the Bui Dam, then he decided to set up a thermo-Nuclear plant at Atomic for themo-nuclear energy which he did.  He created all these Tema communities, Dansoman, he planned everything, the systems, the Tema Motorway, he did all these things and everybody who has come has just run it down. None has decided to continue, to finish the Bui Dam, , upgrade the Akosombo VRA project, they’ve just come to be there while everything is going down. Even when Nkrumah did all these things, we were just about five million so why is it that everybody has come to use what he created for five million people for twenty something million people? They actually chaperone all he has done to the grave. All they came to do is “Konongo Kaya”. (For the benefit of foreign followers, “Konongo Kaya” is a legendary porter who will not help to carry the goods at hand but won’t also let anyone carry it)

AMOAFOWAA: Bribery and corruption, from judges to clerks, any words on that?

WANLOV: Yes, errrm, what’s  crazy is that everybody is commending the judges who did not take the bribe. For me that is absurd and shows that we totally miss the whole plot. If you are in any sensible country which has a working legal system, let’s take the UK, if you go and sit in front of a judge, which you may not even be able to do, and just mention the thought of bribe, within ten seconds, you will be in jail. They will arrest you. So for Anas and his team to be able to sit in front of about twenty judges for them to say “Oh no no no, go away, I won’t take it”, that means, they just didn’t mention their right prices. Those judges are worse than the ones who collected the monies because they are ready to do something just for bigger monies. It is almost like you’ve seen an armed robber come into your house, and you have the power to catch the armed robber but you let them go to steal from someone else. That is what those judges did and it shows that we have a serious sickness in Ghana.

AMOAFOWAA: May I ask for the definition of love according to Wanlov Kuborlor?

WANLOV: Love, I don’t use the word “love” for infatuation, those things, temporary attraction, I use the word in the sense of any human being who is in touch with humanity in the sense that if you are standing by the roadside and see somebody crossing the road and a car about to hit him or her and you jump in the way to save that person at the expense of your life, then I will say that is love. That is to say human beings are defaulted to love. The other kind of love that people talk about is just not real. If you take the concept of love, it is supposed to be something that is supposed to be there permanently. You can’t grow love to say I love you more or less, so none can apply love in the contest of meeting some girl or boy and falling in love and all those things. That is temporary attraction. When we say God is love, it is so because God is constant and cannot change.

AMOAFOWAA: Let’s branch to feminism,  you are smiling, what is your impression of it?

WANLOV: My favourite feminists are black feminists who pray to a white male Jesus to help them. Everything is ironic about that situation because feminists are supposed to be independent and not rely on men because they can do exactly as the man should yet they are praying to a male God to help them in their lives. Don’t you find that ironic? They should have a female God.

AMOAFOWAA: So you don’t believe in feminism?

WANLOV: You see, it is not about belief, feminism is not a concept that translates well with the African world. And it is a fashion to me among the so called middle class exparte community in Africa and other parts of the world who try to bring this, you see, feminism is about women empowerment. In any Ghanaian household, before the time of the appearance of feminism, feminism was already there. When you look at the power structure within any household, you realize that the woman controls the house. She is the one that kicks the man out and so on. She controls the food, the woman that has the shop is the only one doing all, the man is just there managing things on the sides, the main power relied within the woman. When you go to Makola, you see this concept of woman power we have always revere the woman, Yaa Asantewaa, we don’t raise any human or person above Yaa Asantewaa. So this new wave of feminism does not fit well into the Ghanaian system. It is more like a middle class Ghanaian trying to adopt a western movement. The European structure comes from a patriarchal system. That is why they brought up God in the Bible where the men control the women as subservient, the woman is listed next to a donkey and other properties of the man, so the Western world is what has created the need for feminism.  We never had the need for feminism until we started adapting to foreign ways as against ours.

AMOAFOWAA: So do you see yourself getting married to a woman and make her a housewife?

WANLOV: No I can’t, but mine is different because I can’t even see myself getting married at all.

AMOAFOWAA: As you grow older, do you think you will change your mind about getting married?

WANLOV: I don’t think so but I never knew I will not wear shoes so…

AMOAFOWAA: Okay. Bleaching and makeups, can they contribute to women attracting you?

WANLOV: I just think if you are bleaching you should just bleach well. If you can’t bleach well then don’t bleach at all, unless you know someone who likes zebra bleaching. At the end of the day, to me, bleaching, tattooing, perming, all these alterations, temporary or permanent to the body, are everybody’s choice to make. The question remains, do you know the dangers of what you are doing? If I am going to tattoo, which I am planning to start this year…

AMOAFOWAA: Really? Maybe you should start from your face. It will be nice.

WANLOV: Yes. What do you think is the first tattoo I should make?

AMOAFOWAA: A huge dragon on your face.

WANLOV: Oh my God! So it can defecate into my mouth? I think I will just get the word “tattoo” tattooed on me. Just know what you are getting into. If you want to bleach, see your doctor, let them advise you so that you choose the right products to bleach with so you don’t get some kind of skin disease or you don’t end up looking like something.

AMOAFOWAA: Pastors and special waters for healing and solving spiritual problems, will there be a time you will be seen being delivered by those pastors?

WANLOV: I have been there before, I think from 1998 to 2000, I was a kind of like semi-by force Christian. I was going to church with my father every Sunday so I got to kneel in front of pastors, having oils in my head, having their manhoods to my face, errm, I don’t think I will go back there again.

AMOAFOWAA: You don’t believe in romance but you have five children. How do you get the women?

WANLOV: There are women out there who are like me, not romantic. They just want to have a good time and later, after knowing each other for sometime, we come to the mutual agreement to have a child together. But giving out flowers or taking someone to a restaurant, sit down, have dinner? Maybe movies, but even that, maybe we are in town and there is traffic, so we dash into a cinema to see a film to kill time. I have never dated since I was in Junior High School.

AMOAFOWAA: Wow! Who can gain your respect?

WANLOV: People who work hard, those who do not bend to the crowd

AMOAFOWAA: What are your views on racism?

WANLOV: It will never go away. Human beings have always found a way to find differences among certain groups of people so that they can be at an advantage. The Irish who looked just as white as the European were treated with racism saying they were less than Europeans, same with the Jews by the Arians, same with the Palestinians and the Israelis. So even with people who look alike, humans find ways of making others less in order to advance. Life is about survival. That is why the zebras walk with zebras and the hippopotamus walks with the hippopotamus. To think that everything will move about quietly without deaths is naïve. Life is war.

AMOAFOWAA: I have bothered you enough. Now let’s get into the advice segment. What would you tell scammers who believe it is their right to dupe foreigners because of colonialism?

WANLOV: I like that. It is not even about the colonialism part. I mean if you are sitting behind a computer and you receive an email from a Nigerian who tells you, he is the first Nigerian to go to space and is currently stuck in space but when they get to Nigeria, the government will give them some millions so if you can give money to his wife so that when he comes back he gives it to you with interest. And you are sitting behind your computer and you read this and you send your money, it means you don’t deserve that money. You got it just because of some kind of privilege. If you really worked hard to get that money and you think, you won’t be able to send it to a Nigerian. And the young women too, when you start having relationships with women and they fall for you and you start collecting their monies, life is not fair, the women should thank the boys for teaching them lessons. At least they can still work for monies now and they can thank those boys later.

AMOAFOWAA: Your advice to those who are contemplating suicide.

WANLOV: I will ask them why? Everybody’s case is unique. If that person has a good point, I may even consider joining them.

AMOAFOWAA: Are there links to buy your songs online?

WANLOV:, regular itunes, etc.

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

WANLOV: They should finish being like themselves first. I mean I see all the young guys who try to wear skirts, I am not in costume, so when I see them doing that during the Chalewote Street Arts Festival dressed like me, it makes me smile because I know it takes courage to make them behave that way even for a day.

AMOAFOWAA: Thank you for your time on

WANLOV: “Foo waa”


He is like a sword of truth

One son of Africa fetched from the belly of far away

To give universal eyes which transmit all freely

To the mind to a fault

From will to zeal

From nil to real

From sand fingerings right through to his quill

All that is rudely real

As shadows follow their reals

So do his weird fruits mar his visions of light

Wisdoms wrapped in parcels of sarcasms

Knock without success on gates of infant minds

Hidden in bodies of greatness

Close to the liver is the bile

It is time to burn the file

Of frivolous foolishness

To file voices of truth without victimization

For Wanlov is for most to love

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2016


There is a reason
Even the spelling of hell
Is shorter than that of heaven
All fingers of suffering
Point to the breasts of heaven
As eyes of fun invite
From the gates of hell
But why does the way to hell seem farther?

As heaven promises a smooth end
It taunts and haunts by flaunting to daunt
Behind hell whose fun does dash
Why can’t none pass
Its blocking hell
Before death shoots it unmissing arrow?
This heaven
Confusing but refusing
To deducing the amusing facts
That we are merely its pawns
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

Invitation to the Launch of Akua Agyekumwaa’s Hurt People Hurt People

You are invited to the launch of Akua Agyekumwaa’s inspirational book, Hurt People Hurt People. This is the blurb of the book:
“Blood boils through your veins manifesting in the seething of your teeth whenever you see them because of the pain they caused you. The sexual abuse, verbal, emotional and psychological abuse that made you feel dirty and useless any time you think about it.
Are you tired of going through all the emotions and tired of the tears? Are you tired of having broken relationships as a result of the abuse you went through? Are you too ashamed to open up to people but anxiously in need of healing?
Then this is the right book for you.
Akua Agyekumwaa shares wisdom she gained from her own experiences of various forms of abuse and practical scriptural principles to help liberate the broken hearted and bring healing to all who have suffered all forms of abuse.
You will find out
• How to identify abusive situations
• The difference between forgiveness and reconciliation
• Practical steps to help you heal
• True life stories of people who have been through abuse and have been healed
This book is the beginning of your journey to wholeness. Wholeness that will give you a peace of mind to pursue all you want to be and have fulfilling relationships.”
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I want to be like the tree

Planted beside the Okuafuom well

So I will  never lack as I stand guard

And will never have to be cut down

“Ahunuabobirim”, please be my planter


I need to be like a pious lamb

Kept in the house of sinful innocence

Serving all scrupulous like a contented servant

So I will never have to lift a limb to battle pride

“Okumuokufo. Awurade e”, be my master


I need to be like a fertile tree

Whose fruits feed all famished

As my branches and leaves umbrella the tired

Becoming hands to cover the angry face of the sun

“Onyame kese”, manufacture my manure


You are the Almighty

You are my guide

You are the ultimate achiever

The writer of all fates

You are the maker and overseer of all

I kneel my Lord, please hear this prayer

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

(All the quoted words are names for God in the Akan or Twi language of Ghana. Photo Credit: Google pics)


The same water
Which quenches the flames
Of the body
Comes out like humans from different temples of women
And change their names from water
To sweat
Water to urine
Water to tears
Water to saliva
Let’s spare ourselves of its thick transformations
Bottom line is
We came like water into throats
As to where to pass out
Depends on the fingers of fate
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Suns so differ

From breathers

They rise like smiling golden crowns

And set with clothes of serenity

Although they bite at their peak

And show their youthful exuberance

They leave with an aura of contentment

Leaving sights blessed with their partings in great reverence


Breathing beings shout shrilly 

When they appear

Only to grow fierce

From lying to sitting to standing to walking and running

Eventually seeking wings to fly

And when their evenings fall,

Their shouts can be heard by deaf seas

Shouting felicitations!!!

Teary aggravations!!!

We neither want to come nor go

What is our creator to do?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

(Photo Credit:


I heard the deafening silence

Of the shocked New Year,

In the belly of a hall called mall

Which sits on the streets of Accra,

Right before its first day’s neck

Touched the knife of the dreary executioner


A deafening silence which spoke volumes

Into ears which deflected the messages

And caused my mouth to open like a manhole

Dugged by the strong muscles of a mighty volcano

Causing questions erections which caught my affection

Why are unyoked humans artificially yoking themselves

In a web of chaos which smiles at the mischief

Being given on a platter of gold?


Why are hands of devils

Stroking lonely hearts as stooges for crumbs

Which numb egos only to pile hurts for the knowing future

Turning innocent days evil for the paranoia of their hosts?

Why are so many beautiful temples unveiled

Going around rather than waiting for their congregation

To bath, dress cleanly and leave shoes and sandals

On their frontal doors before entering?


Even the sharp sword of time

Did not cause the New Day to shout so loud

Like the desperation which lived on the bodies of murderous celebrants

Even the autumn years of the day

Could hardly fathom the quanta of energy which cried out

In languages unspoken

The human source with ingredients of fun lovers

Robbers, scammers, great talents,

Expensive goods and foods, family, friends, lonely hearts

And deep-holed-paraders had to be left untouched

By this nosey thoughts which sat on the wings of its uncle

To listen to what others refuse to hear

Before the blood of the New Day spilled in 2016

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

(Inspiration by human watching with my uncle Ebenezer Banafoe at the Accra Mall on January 1, 2016. Photo credit by )


A death and a birth

Sorrowful happiness hang like a cross and a hope

The dead year not being given a death bed

In the jurisdiction of the new born

Its death chained by unfulfilled dreams

And banished into the evil forest archives of failure

Never to return ever


Harsh words are not said behind the dead

But the dead year has no immunity to such notations

As many curse its failures

Few recall its successes

The new born is being embraced by all breaths

As humans curse the years using each other as barriers

To the curses they evoke

Ama prays for the Devil Kofi to die with the year

The Devil Kofi prays for the Witch Ama to vanish with the dead

Failed hands blame their sluggishness on the dead year

But the dead did embrace them all


Same or different requests are made 

To the new born

Who accepts without prompting

Dream masters of their jobs

To see to the realization of their requests

Thinking they have brains to know 

Knowing little that the portion of the dead

Will be its stance

When time travels to birth another

And shed its existence


Incantations of Christians

Incantations of Muslims

Fire sparks of fake gun explosions from atheists

The gods smile in minds of traditionalists

Pouring libations to send the dead off

Pouring libations to receive the new

Whose acceptance is tied to hopes of a good reign

A load heavy like a mountain for the head of an ant

Bars are hosting those who find thanksgiving

And mourning all in bottles of alcoholism

Holding their necks and pouring their blood

Into glasses without noses

Only to discard them for refill, recycling or burial

In the arms of filth


It sure is a happy-bitter celebration

Crown for the head of the older fitted onto the baby’s

An enstoolment after a cruel destoolment

Time paces on its path

Closing its mouth to the same horrors

Which lie ahead of the new born

Not waiting a second to give a minute silence

To the one it vomited onto the shores of death

A painful cycle it is

One it does with no complaint

Such cruel work for a heartless worker

Who allows tongues to give “happy” tag

To the new born who will surely be anything but happy

Taunter it is; Oh cunning time!!!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016