I AM A STUDENT

I am a student
A student is I
Who dresses like a brushed kangaroo
With eyes of a determined eagle
And the spirit of a meek sheep
Hoping to be strong in mind like a blessed ant
To grow in wisdom as giraffes grow in neck

II
I am a student
A student is I
Who fears the scent of dangerous smoke
Abhors the curiosity of treasures hidden in skirts as a he
And fertile trees hidden in trousers as a she
For I know hidden treasures for the former
Are traps of eternal doom
And fertile trees as the latter
Are nothing but dangerous snakes

III
I am a student
A student is I
Who is like a learning lawyer
Practising what is preached to me
In annals of guidance
Obeying voices of the siren
Going when it instructs
Coming when it says so
Eating when it orders
Sitting to learn when it commands
And sleeping when it barks
For only in that do I see a future
Where I climb mountains of success
To have the power to attract minds
Like the siren’s voice

IV
I am a student
A student is I
Who burns oil of sleep like thinking sages
Letting my mind travel through mating words
Arranged horizontally into verticalism
Searching their voices through pages
To light the bulb of enlightenment
In my growing mind
And learning from the mistakes of leading feet

V
I am a student
A student is I who knows
The future holds blank vacancies
And my acts today secures for me my deserved
So I could be a black sheep if I act like a goat
And could be a nation’s knight
If I act like a sheep hoping for wisdom wings

V
I am a student
A student is I
Who blesses family
To bless a society
Blesses a society to bless a nation
Blesses a nation to bless the world
Blesses the world in my breathing time
To guide the future of tomorrow
When the lids of my eyes
Taste moths
And blends with earth
I am a student
A student is I
Who cares for all students to be students
To make our future the brightest stars
The world has ever known
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2017

FUNREHOTRICS

When songs of nightingales
Hit blocked drums of infatuated cocks
They cry loss but look hardest
Cursing the hearing maker

II
When the ‘borla’ bird
Dreams of cuddling a peacock
It shivers at peck-like-axing
One that can give away its intestines
In a split second

III
Every struggling soul
Like a beheaded fowl
Kicks and fights to retain breath
Funny how something unseen but everywhere
Serves to suffocate then strangle
Anywhere, everywhere
With tickets on every head
Causing fear and panic

IV
Many run from their bonded shadows
Loving the dark which swallow the shadows up
Hating sunshine which shows them
Exactly where to spot them

V
There will always be elephants struggling to be ants
And there will always be ants praying to be elephants
There will always be eagles praying to be guinea fowls
And vice versa
If truth could lead us
Life would be spent before being bought
And regret could be shelved till our dusts settle
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) March 16, 2017

INHERITINGS: SINS OF THE FATHERS

When sadness sits like a chief
Brewing the pungent and ugly grief
Siding with all words but brief
Stealing a heart like a shameless thief
Why do you say fate’s ladle is deep?

II
When this chick chirps as a bird
And its mother finds it absurd
As its rival families root for it as dead
And peers and strangers hate to it heard
Why do you say fate’s ladle stir deep?

III
Each is born
Each would be gone
Each, in time, finds its own corn
Each harbour its scorn
Each knows not its last dawn
So why will a menace blow its horn
Onto a new generational lawn?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 11th March, 2017

FARMERS

We are farmers
Farming our kind
Tilling our lands to plant
Selecting best and compatible seeds for plantation
And when the earth houses the seeds
We water, provide sunshine and air

II
We may give too much water
When the young shoots emerge
We may give too much sun
We may even provide winds instead of air
But that is our need calling to feed
And harvest the best

III
There are occasions rare
When pleasure birds nurse our land
And make us hate to touch a strand
Leaving young plants in thorns
That is the balance of fairness
Or seeds of lack of it thereof
But we are farmers nonetheless
Farming to give the future
The food of humanity
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) March 6, 2017

WOMEN OF THE WORLD

Women
The glorious beings of this worldly den
The best hearts likened to hens
The most gifted of all of life’s pens

II
Women are the flowers so bright
They blossom for all but their thorns do fight
Against pests in hurried flight
Great agents who fear no problem of height

III
Women are wondrous plants
They can grow even on slants
And can take many rants
Their wisdom is like the biblical ants’

IV
Women do honour
As soldiers wear their saving armour
We are the best of earthly banners
And do shine no matter how small our corners

V
Women are magicians
Carrying natural homes and are great tacticians
They glow even in blows but are still beauticians
In this dog eat dog realm, they’re the best politicians

VI
Women are the waters of life
Just a sip and their love erases strife
Step hard on their hearts and they turn to knives
Give them wounds and your home will turn into a beehive

VII
Women are the air so fair
Block their souls and their winds will stir
Confine their will and their ills will stare
Slap their pride and their tsunamis will clear

VIII
Women
Fearfully and wonderfully built
Miraculously carved
With beautiful weaves
Sparks of passions
Fires of loving
Wired with diversity of love
There is a long tale of famishing
On a soul which has tasted not
The love of a women
Rage and rant but your knees know their owners
Women
The best works of the heavens
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 8th March, 2017.

MELANCHOLY IN PATRIOTIC ALCOHOLISM

We live in the sought after gold
Clothed by a land fertile enough to banish the barren
We live on a land so expensive
Blood so precious protect
Only to make us free
We live on a land so wondrous
Black star lights to guide us through
When did a blessed turn cursed?
We are the chosen on the best ship
Whose captains never fail in their traitorhoods
But hope leads our choir

II
Let’s shed the sea analogy
And work with land
Shepherds have led
And shepherds are still leading
Yet hyenas and foxes
Break our boxes
Causing us losses
Many claim our shepherds have claws like our monsters
Making heavy our crosses
As age adds to our aging
And eyes afar look back in mock horror
Why do we make cats guide our abattoir?

III
We are the richest but the poorest
The strongest but the weakest
The bosses turned crosses
We grovel when we hold the power to give
Now our white hairs put us in the boxes of self questioning

IV
Six decades
Many horicades
But our strong nation stands like a great mountain
Six decades with many scandycades
Yet we sing hospitality and cast out animosity
Six decades and many barrings
Yet we rise through every fall
We are the wondrous team
Great
House
Amazing nests
Nurturing feats
A royal team
Who can beat the expensive beads
Which talk with a lot to stock?
We will get to the dock of satisfaction one day
And our mockers will give us a standing ovation
For we are who we are
The wealthy struggling to breach the gap
That robbers left on our shores
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) March 6, 2017

I AM A CITIZEN

I am a citizen
A citizen paid by citizens
I am like a chicken
Fed grains to reproduce grains
I am a hunter and the game
My effort contributing to my gain
So why should I rest in labour?
Will a sheep pray for the blindness of its shepherd?

II
I am a citizen
A citizen born by a citizen
A citizen whose past or fellow citizens might have been butchered like sheep
Right before her eyes
In sacrifice to the land which gives me the citizen tag
So why should I feel like a rag?

III
I am a citizen
A citizen whose ancestral citizens
Were aided and helped by powers of smaller gods
Gods who solicited rains and protected its water banks
Gods who punished to teach
And warned to reach
So why should I feel like a leech?

IV
I am a citizen
A citizen made complete by my other citizens
Their contributions to society
Through hardwork and mischief
Their conflicts of interest and disinterest
Through legal and foul means
Their laughable and serious jokes
Blasting through air and rumoured waves
So why won’t I my place save?

V
I am a citizen
A citizen paid by citizens
A citizen neighbored and loved by citizens
A citizen blanketed by the protection of the city
I need no pity
This city is mine
Mine to wine and dine and in it whine
But no matter the ills we face
Ships fight waves and are pushed to their destinations by some waves
Why will I name my city a cave

V (b)
I am a citizen
A citizen by all standards
A citizen born by a city
A citizen nurtured by a citizen
A citizen made whole by my citizenship
I am glad I am a citizen
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 5th March, 2017