YOUR WAKE

“I love Kay
Kay loves me
We are one big family
We’re one great family
With a great big heart and a kiss from me to you…”
I won’t beg you to love me now

II
I am singing this song to keep your wake
I am keeping this wake on your sound sleep
Baby boy, walk on in confidence
There is nothing at this point I can do to you keep
Not even insolence
So I sit to watch you go
A bad sad night for me
A triumphant return for you
Love of my life
These tears are but a river to ferry you there
There, where no more pain exist
There, where no medication will be needed
There, where no massage will be imperative
There, where no herbalist will be needed
There, where no fake pastor will be needed
There, where no spiritualist will be needed
Thank you for blessing me here
Here, where all you saw was pain
Here, where all you felt was pain
Here, where bitter pills piled on bitter concoctions and horrid fetish
Here, where your mama’s sadness made you tear up more than once
You need not be told you were loved
You felt my heartbeat and you saw my smiles
You heard my songs and heard my poems
You danced with me and felt the heat of my back
Even when I couldn’t lift you physically
I tried my best
Sleep soundly, my love
A Monday born who left on a Monday
Only for your mama
A Tuesday born to hear on a Tuesday
This Wednesday night is for you
My wake, your biggest take
My guarding, your towering royalty
Rest for rest to tire your breath
You so deserve it
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2018

SLEEP?

My eyelids are sounding nightmare bells
So I am afraid to go to the school of sleep
Do you see the sea of tears built by the pain of your gone?
Do you feel the statue of agony built in my mad soul?
Do you hear the crazy footsteps of my ache?
Do you know the path you have taken
Is no path I want you to before I ply?
Can’t you hear mama’s voice calling your return?
Don’t be an ash in the wind
I who made you, have lighted no match
Don’t play on the strings of my heart
You know your long nails of loneliness are cutting deep into me
Don’t, Daddy don’t!
Please don’t, oh don’t!!!
I can’t breathe, I just can’t breathe
Come, please…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2018

YOU’RE IN EVERYTHING

It seems my eyes are set on your fantasy stage
I see your face on every page
I can’t detach from all the rage
Words don’t help, not even of those of a sage
I am in an anger cage

II
You’re on my bed
Watching my eyes which are so red
You are in that shed
Your voice so very clearly heard
You are in my head, oh so in my exploding head
You are on this page, this very writing page

III
Son of mine, you know you’re fine
I did tell you you looked so fine
Son of mine, I will not whine
So come back my love and be forever mine
Kay Kay you know I can’t dine
Not with you gone, I just can’t dine
Son of mine! Son of mine!! Son of mine!!!

IV
I hear you even from my blocked ears
I see you even in my fears
I feel you so much in my tears
What do I do to this bear?

V
Son of mine come, give mama just a hug
Son of mine, mama feels just like a rag
Kay Baby, everything seem like a bug
What is stabbing this heart so many times?
Daddy Kay, some deadly noise is chiming
Daddy Kay your mother’s words have stopped rhyming
Daddy Kay your mum is a mess on an alien floor
Turn a bit, you know you can’t pretend not to care

VI
Daddy Kay, I am so scared
Agya Opoku, I don’t know what to do
Opoku Ahwinie, please turn a bit, I can’t lie still
Are you in my blood or in my veins?
You know my heart is beating so fast
You know my hurts can forever last
You know my fears can slash my tomorrow
Why leave me with all these sorrows?

VII
I am breaking apart
Come and again start my heart
Kay!
Daddy Kay!!
Agya Opoku!!!
Medɔba…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2018

FORGIVENESS

Odomankomah Nyankopong Totorobonsu is the ultimate judge of our lives
We have no stools in lives of others
To sit like judges and condemn souls
The mock ones in life are just for protection; justice and fairness
We are not qualified to throw stones
In mistakes of others
Because fallibility is a natural cloth on every skin
We are all pigs trying to bathe clean in muddy waters of holiness
After every dirt wallowing
We are all rags
Trying to wash ourselves into tatters of cleanliness
After every stain of sin
We are chronic sinners
Who need understanding in place of accusations
We are all travellers
On crooked paths which we mostly never see
So help better a path in love or quietly pass
We can only eat each other up, in a survival fight
All others are falling in failing to our standing or ending
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2018

STORY OF OUR LIVES

People write stories
They write stories in my story
They write stories in your stories
They give pages in their stories to your stories
So we each have stories upon stories within our stories
And we have stories in stories of others stories
An interconnectivity of stories

II
We own the ink to any story our body pens write
Know there are no erasers to these stories
No cancellation in these stories
Just build ups
So let’s paint better words than sorry
Build better testimonies many will need as a good modelling lorry
Not something we’ll read later and worry
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 10, 2018

HIDDEN MEANINGS UNDER CHURCH SKIRTS

There are so many meanings hidden
Hidden in songs ridden
Ridden on vocal cords from the bottom of burning intestines
Intestines locked away by flesh of stomachs

II
Rising like sunrise and stabling like burns
A heart fluttered to die and resurrected to live like a ghost
Scar of pain gathering guts to form sounds
Sounds in contribution of the chorus

III
Starting like a lullaby and stabling like a dirge
A heart bubbled to shatter
The blow of loss murdering a glow
A glow whose flow lies like a haunting cross
A burden which forces sounds in contribution to the choral

III
Starting like hope and stabling like dope
A head nurtures a vegetative dream
Which in newborn, screamed success
But beat itself into sickness and now lies immobile
The pain of failure corroding valour of its host
Helping to form sounds in contribution to the choral

IV
Starting like trust and stabling like complaint
Babies have appeared in wishes
Running around as busy but proud hands serve dishes
A wedding marked a beginning
A beginning whose every footstep has unveiled a reality
A reality that desert wombs walk among the fertile
And wishes have no physical wings
So frustration gathers sound in contribution to the choral

V
Some sounds start like thanksgiving and end like pleas
Some are thanksgiving ending in even more appeals
Some are praises ending in direction asking
Some are just sounds for hypocritical belongingness
Still some are sounds with no essence
Deceit to attract, receipt of winning against holiness
Whatever meaning they hold
Buildings with God’s gods and goddesses
Oh sorry!
Temples with God’s presiding angels bear them all
They may be listening and or knowing
Oh pardon
They are listening and surely know their underlinings
This odd soul feels strange hearing these rituals
Oh no, these songs
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 9, 2018

VAJAYJAY ILLUMI-NOTHING

Vagabond Alluring, Gamer In Nothing, Ashtray!
Who served you onto the African woman in this modern world?
Who made you a begging bowl on the street of love?
Who made you a trap to catch skillful players on this park of coupling?
Do you have a connection to brain cells?

II
I am tired
Seeing your handwriting on public boards
Wearing pathetic sympathy suffocating hearts to take your side
I am nauseous
Watching you hoarding eggs to jump the hole of singleness
Like an overfed bull being pushed by a dead ant
I am ashamed
Looking on as you take off your covering
Showing your naturally decorous self
Under disgusting spotlights
Just to catch attention of nincompoops
I am saddened
That a holy ground is now a gutter
With spittle of insults mixing fecal matter of dread
Pathetic urine kissing crocodile tears in horror of eyes!

III
The global connection is not your coital stage
Where you perform your horrid acting
Sure, your part of the whole hide from real business
So discipline you!
By all means, satisfy you without playing victim!
A great footballer cries not after scoring points
By all means play fair
A great lottostaker shows well her prices as they come in
By all means perfect your act
Studying to gain knowledge on your commercialness or otherwise
Will take off your spectacles of ridicule
None has the time to see the many baskets of hurts you weave
On this World Wide Web!

IV
Stop letting eyes feel like gauging themselves out
When the world has better to offer!
Stop making mouths roam
In search of needles and threads to seal themselves
When tongues have much to say!
Stop making ears look for plucks to block their canals
When many a nice tunes await a listening!
Play adult only when the balls in your breasts can stomach responsibilities!
Vajayjay Illumi-Nothing!
We’re tired of your poor acting!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 7, 2018

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YOUR WORKS: OUR LIVES

From the suited to the naked
Stools to foot mats
From the loving to the hurting
The active to the sluggish
No mouth can sit idly for days
Without showing the absence of your handiwork
Why?
Because if we are vehicles
You’re our oil
If we are skies
You’re our silver linens
If we are seas
You’re our waters
Forever Arresting Risks Marking Emaciation and Ripping Souls

II
I can boldly say you’re our words
You fill satisfaction and help our brains to write alphabets
With our hearts
Before blessing ears and eyes
I will rightly say you’re gods and goddesses of our time
Many may not notice, but without you, nothing runs
Your products are the centre of our existence
A day is never enough for your celebration
Fishers of the best parts of humanity, ayekoo!

III
From kooko mankane to aburo
Amaango to kube
Ntoosi to atosodeɛ
Every thing you kill to wake bless us
And even help glorify your killed
Miracle workers!
Killers of thunders of stomachs!
Throat romancers!
Killers of hungering halitosis!
Does every tongue that look down on you while chewing,
Swallowing or drinking know the curses they dig on themselves?
Your every dirt should be our shrine!
Your every drop of sweat, our holy drops in watering!
We hail you!
We thank you!
We love you for being the basis of our locomotion!
The basis of our living!
And pray for your hands to forever stay strong through generations
To bless us in continuity
Akuafo Anyame, yɛ da mo ase o!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 7, 2018

THROUGH THIS STORM

I know
That this land on which you stand
Shakes you into no understanding
As to how these clouds got onto your sky
I know your space and how you pace
Even when you stand in just one place

II
I know
Right now, nostalgic feelings
Fetch memories, happy memories
On screens of uncertainties
Begging the questions
Were they real or unreal?
I know your space and how you pace
Even when you stand in just one place

III
I know
The future seems like a monster
Forcing to chase you into a history
That faded upon your sudden jolt
I know your space and how hard you pace
Even when you stand in just one place

IV
I know
You’ve seen your soul in an arrow
An arrow from your angel of protection
Nothing beats death in pain like the blood
Oozing from your heart
Unseen by eyes
Flooding your spirit
And tearing your body apart
I know your space and how you pace
Even when you stand in just one place

V
What should I do now?
What can I do now?
What will I do now?
What must I do now?
Rhetorics with no answers play your mind like a haunting xylophone
I know your space and how you pace
Even when you stand in just a place

VI
I know
You see happy teeth even with your eyes closed
I know
You see the pointing fingers even in your sleep
I know
You feel the pain of many arms
Encircling your whole world and carrying it away
I know your space and how you pace
Even when you stand in just a place

VII
Trust that you will flourish
If you see beyond the clouds
And feel the soaking of your rains
Trust you
You have a strength in store
Waiting to float onto your body
For all to see
Trust you’re the boss of your ship
The goddess of your whip
You’re the Jesus of your storms
All you need is a decision to muster courage
To ORDER!
And all will stop, even evil spirits that chased, to follow your lead
A heartbreak is like a strange manna in hunger
Your greatness starts from feeding from it
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 6, 2018 for a beautiful lady after my heart.

WHAT IS AMOAKOA TO DO?

What is Amoakoa to do?
There is a tuber of cassava growing in her mound
A tuber which hid itself
Like a thief hiding under a vehicle
In the depth of her mound
Failing to stand in the way of flow
To be pictured into a capture
Swerving Amoakoa and beating her to winning

II
Now everybody is watching
Everybody is curious
House faces are furious
And Kwaku’s beautiful wits have been soaked by bile
Oh those huge eyeballs of society rolling like rollercoasters!

III
Society is raining curses in ridicule
Yet have many outlined errands for the growing cassava
Its huge carnivorous cane chases Amoakoa
One who never planted her cassava alone
But is on the spotlight of hatred

IV
Amoakoa can’t breathe but must breathe for two
Amoakoa can’t eat but must eat for two
Amoakoa can’t sleep but must rest for two
Instruments are threatening murder in crooked healing hands
Home threatens forceful ejections
Kwaku threatens abandonment like thunder and lightning
What is Amoakoa to do?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 28, 2018