FOR REAL MEN (For men on International Men’s Day)

There is a reason those shoulders were built broad
There is a reason those chests are made flat
There is a reason strength flows freely in those veins
There is a reason many lives live in the balls of your guns
Men! Bosoms where many a love begins

II
No matter how imperative the fetching of water is
Those holding baskets as buckets know their clowning
So must fall from the tree of men
Into the dumpster beneath
On this day of celebration

III
A man is he who knows his freedom and its heaven of importance
So much so that he dares not, even in his dreams
Build prisons for any other
A man is he who sees his biblical ribs as himself
Knowing the unfairness of the thorny crowns
History nailed in heads of women
And works to burn those crosses, minutes on end

IV
A real man is a unifier of emotions
Great at empowering even his pets
Even when eyes are locked deep in darkness
A real man is one who takes no vitamin D of another
Drowning none in his shadows
That real man is he who stands on this stage of celebration
This day

V
We build you altars of worship strong souls!
We sing you songs of praise cool hearts!
We create love in rivers calling for the merging into seas
Just for you
We hold guns in hunting any ills against you in this forest of madness
Continue to empower, to love, to protect and be protected
Even heavens bless for fairness
So this shine is from above
From the bedroom of the creator
Just for you!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 19, 2018

GRATEFUL

Through the mud and through the gutters
Through the fears and through the tears
Through the doubts and through the hounds
Through the taunts and through all beatings
You have been here
Here with me shadownically
Quietly pushing
Masterfully weaving
Powerfully watering me into fruition
Ahunuabobirim, aseda nka wo din!

II
Thank you, for nurturing this borla bird
Into an eagle
Thank you, for protecting this ant into an elephant
Thank you for polishing me through the fires
Into a golden bird with wings so strong
Blessings and blessings and blessings and blessings
To you my God, writer of my script of life!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 16, 2018

AN ANGEL CALLED STELLA

Many pots go to the stream and return
Pots and water intact
Why did you have to go all the way to the stream
Fetch, labour to carry
Walk nine moons to reach
Pour the water in its rightful barrel
Only to take a short stroll to shatter into unpieceable pieces?
Many might comfort themselves
With “the one who fetches water breaking the pot” adage
But I still wish I could piece the cracks
Piece them together!

II
You make me want to chase after him
Or is it her?
No, it definitely must be an it!
It is only a monster which chases with no step sounds!
It is only a monster which battles in myth!
It is only a monster which bites into earthly angels without being seen!
It is definitely a monster whose coming even beats thieves!
Oh hands of mine!
Why hath thou no eyes on your fine fingers?
Why hath thou no claws with spiritual Bluetooth or tracker
To track down this beast
To open its unending mouth
To take out this angel?

III
We have been rained on by madness of thoughts of you
Mama Stella!
We are facing the hottest sunlight of your loss
Our emotions melting like Shea in our vessels
We are battling an accursed whirlwind
Which acted hawk to steal you from under our wings
Throwing dust of pain in our eyes
Rivers of tears are gathering into a sea
Of not knowing how to get over you
But aren’t small ships set with our names on it?
Aren’t we eventually going to meet in the belly of the earth?
Aren’t we all, no matter how skilled
Being hunted in this jungle called life?
I know you’ll frown at this
But what can I do in this state?

IV
You believed in an angelic you even in the trap of death
You believed in thanksgiving no matter happenings around us
You believed in a God of perfection whose biography knows no mistake
You believed, believed in a realm of zero sorrow
So our tantrums end in respect
Respect for you, and wishes of yours
Angel Stella, fly higher
Strengthen your wings and cover us and your little ones in protection
Until time bridges our distance
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 10, 2018

DEAR CYBER BULLY

Dear cyber bully,
Why do you hide your face
Behind some chaotic wires?
Are you a grasshopper hiding in the grass of an elephant?

II
Dear cyber bully,
Why do you hide your fist
Behind some poor poor keypads?
Are you an armless coward in the family of an African king?

III
Dear cyber bully,
You might have some rotten teeth
And a foul mouth
What is with all the frowning alphabets
Painting your victims’ inboxes and timelines?

IV
Dear cyber bully,
Grow some balls or grow some breasts
Build a ring or call on a stage
Targets you shoot with arrows of the dark
If cowardice is not your winter clothes worn in your summer of all good suns
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 7, 2018

THE SHE THAT I AM

I fit into stars
I fit into moons
I fit into suns oh high and low
I fit into waters
I fit into fires
I fit into earthquakes oh mild or deadly
I am the she that I am

II
I can
Transform from an ant into a lioness
Metamorphose from a nodding lizard into a reflective chameleon
I can be the sheep turned goat on the gloat
How about flowers with swords of thorns
Weeding dangerous fingers in soils of boastfulness and hardness?
I am the she that I am

III
Agowa’s treasure
One naught can measure
Obenewaa’s goddess
Thought in all goodness
Kwaku Sefa’s dream
Who gave him honour cream
The Northern Bright Light
In all love and might
I am the she that I am

IV
My knees may taste gravels hidden in sands
Not for the dance of enemy bands
My eyes may flow with seas of tears
Not for the pleasure of taunting fears
My body may flow with waterfalls of sweat
Not from the haunts of cruelty’s hurt

But for the flutters and happiness of beautiful hearts
I am the she that I am
That she that Ama Ghana owns in many pieces
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 6 2018

UNDER THE SAME SUN

Under the same sun
Beliefs vary in many a man
Whereas some in nature shun
Others build myths like webs in the sky
Where none tries to look as it’s so high
There are those ghosts caged without a bye
Bruskotoed on oh day and night!
Still there are some believing all a fight
A fight with none, not even a lazy knight

II
You know in my heart the tsunamic confusion
Of jumping so high wanting to part the sky
You know in my head the tornaded infuriation
Of looking so hard even in dreams for you in the dry
You know the hurricanic illusion
Of your chase, all ending in a sigh
I am naught but a vessel in a situation
Waiting to be pushed into breakage
And like a naught in the earth’s bosom, lie so do give me an advantage
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 4, 2018