A FLYING BIRD

 

A flying bird in troubled nest

Can never have a needed rest

A flying bird in a troubled nest

Clearly may have no request

 

II

I flew from heaven to here

Thinking I could find beauty in the road to steer

But found a rope around my leg as the ground did cheer

Poor me and a pain so dear!

 

III

Thinking me tied

A fly I tried

But my wings’ strength were immediately dried

By stones a mischief did so fried

 

IV

Now my love for nature has turned to pain

Although an angel did all insane

To have me freed from my ropy chain

And nursed my wings to its strength gain

 

 

V

Exploration turned exhaustion

Reverence in clear abortion

Now I do have an apt notion

After drinking from the experience potion

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (April 2017)

 

MY MAMA MY LOVE

Mfoni mbuayɛ ɛma PAINTINGS OF MOTHERS AND THEIR CHILDREN

Maame

Mama

Maa

Ima

The first pillar of contact

The first room with the warmest of bedding

The first breath shared like a sweet meal

The first wall in a kick

Maame

Mama

Maa

Ima

One who accepts madness for what she terms the blessing of motherhood

And feels the pangs of her child’s suffering

Like a super bluetooth which gets signals

Whenever, wherever

The one who sang the best lullabies

No matter how difficult

To chant out sleep to soothe her young

“Oba yi

Hen aba ni

Maame Yaa ban i

Wonfa no nkoshe abe ase

Abe ase wo nsoyensoy

Wonfa no nko si onyina ase

Onyina bebu abo me ba

Abo me ba

Abo me ba ei ei!”

Oh all the playful songs of assurance

Of trust

Of love

Of fun!

Maame

Mama

Maa

Oma

Your palm hits are like massages of comfort

One who chastises to pamper

Beings who develop wings like angels

In protection of their kind

He who sang this song did sing from truth

“Sweet mother

I no go forget o

For this suffer wey you suffer for me ei

Sweet mother

I no go forget oh

For this suffer wey you suffer for me ei

When I no chop

My mother no go chop

When I no sleep

My mother no go sleep

She no de tire aa

Sweet mother

I no go forget this suffer wey you suffer for me ei ei

Stop stop

Stop stop

Stop stop make you no suffer again o”

Yes he did sing it right

But his last point was like a rubber bullet on a thick metal

The beak of a hen knows no fears

When its chicks are in danger

And no matter the warning crows from cocks

The safety of her wards reigns supreme

Mother

Mama

Ima

Slender like a doll

Strong like an eagle

Where in your bodies lie your strength bank?

You are fierce like lionesses when woes chase your young

Mama

Mother

Maa

Ima

Just as dawn paves way for the morning

You are our dawn

A dawn that is never curtained by daylight

A dawn that battles furious suns and storms to bring warmth to her offspring

A dawn that shadows to love wholeheartedly

And will willingly submit to the fingers of death

If that will bring safety to her young

Mother

Mama

Ima

It is sad to know you are our mistake punch bags

It is sad to know your knees are never shy to kneel when our flaws stand out like Afadzato

Why do you accept our blames when you are in no wrong?

What kind of love flows like the rarest of spring water

Even in drought?

All the pinches of our hearts

Are calmed with just your touch

All the clashing sounds in our heads

Harmonize at the sound of your voice

Mama

You deserve this song of praise

“For my Mama an honour

For my Mama this praise

For my mama all thanks

Oh mama my love

You deserve it all

The showering of love

You deserve it all

The attention in all

You deserve it all

Our pampering

You deserve it all

Our faith

You deserve it all

The celebrations

You deserve it all

Our all

Flowers and buildings and money can’t show

Hurdles and mountains and shame oh can’t blow

Mama o mama my love

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2017

Photo Credit: Google pics

THE FOURTH ARM

 

It is amazing how the fourth arm

Works with its arms

From acting like robbers with arms

To being eyes without qualms

II

These are the times

Growth with accountability rhymes

These are the times corruption bells must chime

To wake sleepers who throw in their dimes

To get fingers acting in mime to get to all needed dimes

III

So if whipping pens

Turn their powerful dens

Into coop where they turn hens

Then there is no lens

For our motherland and fake men

Will turn power upside down

IV

Those climbing the truth tree

Which is being shaken to free

If you fear your downfall and go on a running spree

Then truth  losses to its opponent

In your hands as your land weeps

V

It is the time for shoot

That time to praise

Shoot for the wrong

Praise for the right

You are the power hands

The right arm for the right path

So power up to lead the change

 

MY FAVOURITE COLOUR

Artistic, Bright, Color, Colored, Colorful, Colors

Some questions echo and bounce

Pinch and scratch

Confuse and drain all morsels of words

In the earthenware of my mouth

One such is what is your favourite colour?

II

Red is the colour of my blood

And is like the bridge from chaos to my peace

It is the symbol of life’s fluid

A hidden river which defines humanity

The color of fire which drives cold

The colour of courage and visibility

Its connotation of danger and mourning

Does nothing to take away from its beauty

And reminder of its continuity through life’s baton

III

White is the colour of victory

Of perfection

Of innocence and purity

The colour of clarity

The colour of truth

No stain can hide in any part of its world

White is the colour which defines cleanliness

Even sacred beings are seen in white by all minds’ eyes

What is there not to like about it?

IV

Black is the colour of power and of sympathy

Like the safest room in a chaotic house

It shields the weary

Comforting for tears to flow until eyes dry out

It is the cocoon every eyelid needs for rest

A colour of elegance and formality

It has its flaw of aiding and abetting creepers of criminalities

And has its portion of grief

But life without black is life impossible

V

Green is the colour of fertility

The colour of growth

The colour of vegetation

Without the colour green many plants will lose themselves

Green wakes for famine to flee

The colour with much healing prowess

Oh colour of wealth!

Even its lack of experience association

Cannot dim its enduring trait

Every heart that loves not green

Backstabs itself when it feeds to live

Oh colour of hope for the future!

What is there not to love about green?

VI

Grey is the colour of wisdom

Black turns grey on every head land

To tell of days bodies have travelled through time

The colour of maturity!

The colour which is the bridge between youth and elderly

A phase normalcy grants all lucky in living

Is it not a colour of blessing?

VII

Gold is the colour of refinement

A colour with the best advice through its processes

Going from earth to dug

Dug to fires

Fires to moulding

Moulding to refinement

It shines to reflect in stardom

After its beautiful end

Ordinary in nature

Star through fires

A colour everyone loves to own in something!

What is there not to like about gold?

VIII

Blue is the colour of strength

The colour of the best part of the sky

The colour of independence

Of intelligence

Of trust

Of tranquility

Of sincerity

The masculine colour of stability

The colour which serves the best seas to eyes

What is there not to like?

IX

Pink is the feminine colour

A colour which flutters hearts of teens

And glitters hearts of females

The colour of romance

The colour of love

The colour of friendship

A colour which gives possibilities of daydreaming

A colour which makes femininity a beautiful possibility

What is there not to like about pink?

X

Yellow is the colour of the sun

The colour of sunrise and sunset

Of ins and outs

An associate professorial colour to pink in feminism

The colour of beginnings and serene endings

Beautiful and cool

XI

Brown is the colour of satisfaction

The colour which reminds all of the goodbyes of love

Such sadness and melancholy

With obvious message of living to the end

Brown is the colour of the earth

The mother of all living

The colour which makes the tree of life sane

Springing into elimination

Brown is that colour not many bodies get the chance to be

Let alone to willingly fall

Still, it is a colour to die for

XII

From purple to indigo

Violet to wine

No colour lives without a charm

So why should I choose one?

Why would I choose just one among the lot?

 

 

Photo credit: Google pics

FLY

Try not to cry but fly

You broken bird on a land so dry

Try not to cry but fly

The only right thing to get you by

II

Try not to cry but fly

Manna falls not at the sound of a sigh

Try not to cry but fly

Like antelopes knowing danger is nigh

III

Try not to cry but fly

Pain, when worked right, takes you high

Try not to cry but fly

Instead of only asking why

IV

Try not to cry but fly

It is in what you vie

And what you try that kisses your fails goodbye

Try not to cry just fly, fly, fly until you reach your high

TELL ME ODIKRO

With the arms of the mountains in protection

Tell me the brooms that sweep nightmares into heads

Show me the airs that aid their heads into homes

Is it the calls of horny beads of widows for what fate has snatched from their sides?

Or the rumbling stomachs of widowers for their gone lovers?

Tell me Odikro, protector of peace

II

There should be many things that little head heard

To drive it into flights of fright

When darkness yoked the earth

And day strolled outside earth

Tell me Odikro, all seeing

What you saw from her inverted pupils in sleep

III

Could it be because the ancestors

Have been replaced by prophets and saints?

Could it be because the gods have been booted from heaven doors

That we shout in vain to reach the heavens?

Could it because seers have been mistaken for devils

With plucked eyes and defeated souls?

Tell me Odikro, this itchy ears need it

IV

If the shrines call for fowls in tones undecipherable

And the trees feel the disturbances in sways unreadable

Write us a letter in our sleep

Not nightmares which stretches goose bumps of fear to our skin

We are your children after all

No matter our colours, no matter our greed

We are the results of your lovemaking with thoughts