That sau–
Knowing not its foo-
Drives me wild

That sau-
What is its mile-
Wants are piled

That sau-
If I get in my co-
I’ll drive it wild

That sau-
Give me on a mort-
I promise to go mild

That sau-
I need many of its do-
To sleep like a child

It won’t be bad
To lick into –
Forgetting –
Until its brutal swallow
I so trust my teeth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 30, 2019


Lone lanes lie like locusts
…everywhere they turn
Suspicions steal their smiles
…cutting off family
…then friends
…just as dorma machines do great trees
Always drumming in their heads:
… “A judge should not budge to protect his badge
…of honour”
Imagine the heat in that tight box

While polis trick to pave their ways,
Corpus rate to pull their strings
And laws yeah to flow in win
They are supposed to stand tall with no ruffles
No matter the winds of blackmail
…breaking their resolves
Just imagine manipulators going:
… “A judge should not budge to protect his badge
…of honour”
Oh the heat in that tight box!

The bench is a punch of restrictions
…needing the hunch of care
…and a staunch will
It is boredom and stardom for freedom delivery
…in the prison of justice
That is the breathing reality
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 30, 2019


Imagine lying still
…embarrassingly raining on bed
…turning baby through the age of adulthood
Your will broken by your can’t

Imagine losing the light in your eyes
…and having to live with same things in abstraction
…losing sight of all the attractions

Imagine losing the miles in your legs
…to the abrupt stoppage of locomotion
Seeing motion in many
…and not having any

Imagine losing the sound in your ears
…asking mouths to shout
…to catch but a little of its products
…fearing the whispers that pass you by

Imagine losing
…all the memories you’ve worked for
…by living years of toil and pain
…through the tearing of forgetfulness
…and landing in the lost sphere of Alzeheimers

Imagine having none to lend a hand
…when growth gives you a weakness injection
…leaving you helpless with noticeable flaws
…which claw at your heart
…attracting negative tags of liabilities
Nothing can be fearful like the hunt of age
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 29, 2019


You acting bricks
…scheming tricks
…to be have as chicks
…mostly end up with dreaded dicks
…who master tricks
…to break your bricks
Oops! Did I just bend a nail by hitting its head?

In an era where promises scatter
…before flutters shatter
Bitches need to know their love for bones
…and grab them with skill even in their hots
Swans need to know their love for cuddles
…and feel them, on rivers of acceptance
Cats need to know their love for the clevers
…and know them, on screens of acceptance
Foxes need to know their hatred for fences
…and flee at the sign of fencing
So why act coy to soy a boy’s joy?

Have your want
…in your careful font
…not in a squeeze of nos when you know
…your heart’s hat has fallen in its loving shake
If you’re a kpanla
…there definitely is a salmon
…a tilapia and its many others
Don’t forget the many colourful tropical fishes
…dying to be noticed

If you’re a boy acting coy
In your annoying lover-boy ploy
…know you’re like a toy
…in a human play
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©May 28, 2019


Listen to the crickets
…crying clones for better tones
For they are the signs of continuity

Listen to the frogs
…croaking chaos in our sleep
…even if higher percentage spells hoax
For they are the canes
…which shape our sanes
…in right care lanes

Listen to the horses
…for they are the bosses
…with strength loses
…sweating for causes
…that you and I endorse

Listen to the dogs
…who create outside blocks
…and help hunt to feed our hunger
For they are the guards
…who, though dramatic
…alert us of danger

Listen to the cats
…they clear our rats
…and warm us with their furs
…blinking off overreactions
…and seeing better in the dark

Listen to the owls
…they live the nights
…and know the frights
…which tiptoe to hide
…before suns wake

Listen to the eagles
…for their wings are strong
…and the sky is their exploration zone
Seeing far in the sky
…knowing what looms from far

Listen to the fishes in the sea
…for they know the future
…when the fury of the waters wake
…to travel the land in a drowning swoop

Listen to the sounds of the birds
…for they lure our fears
…to cocoons of relaxation
…and massage our minds to mind

Listen to the snakes in our forests
…for they help us to be wary
…to live carefully side by side
Knowing a wrong step
…will pay a bite
…and a wrong bite
…will pay a death

Listen to the vultures on our trees
…for they clear our rots
…and clear our stench
…their colour uniformity,
…teaching us unity of family

Listen to all!
Keenly listen!
Listen to all on the mesh of importance
…sieving the best through the colander of wisdom
For all voices matter for our collective choices
…even through the noises
Ears are what you need
…for your handiworks
…and a sparing mouth
Not bloated egos and overcooked pride
You servants pushed into high seats!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 27, 2019


Continue to cast the white
Continue to pair the white
Continue to pamper the white
Continue to be a white
Continue to bleach to white
Continue to neglect the black
…isn’t it weird to shame your same?

Once a white dog visited
…black Catland
Aided by its size and roars
It acted king and ruled the land
Then it called ambitious Dogdoms
…to help rule
All black cats bowed to their
…hunting feet
Aided by the scavenging bone-canes
…mercilessness added on dog ambition
…many cats begged
…many cats yelled
…many cats cried for their spirit scarred
…many cats ran
…many cats hid
…many cats were stolen
…some others died
Then they stood to fight
After few cats visited Dogland
…they realized dogs fed
…on shit
They were shocked to know
…dogs could die
…from the scavenging bones they use to tame
Luckily, they won
…with time

After the dogs’ sack
…there was a crack
Minds still yearned for the barking
…and the flogs of the scavenging bones
As their leaders modelled the gone dogs in mock greed
The anticipated change
…climbed a one way apata of hopelessness

Oh these black cats!
They now love shit
…and now bark in their mews
…mocking their made mode
They now stooge spirits
…of dogs so far
…roped in mind for robotting
Their lives so looking like shit
…their dogs so calling them so
…and eating into them
…little, by little
…bidding their time to swallow them whole
And funnily,
…other animals have sensed a hunt
…in Catland

…continue to cast the fair
…continue to pair the fair
…continue to pamper the fair
…continue to be a fair
…continue to bleach to fair
…continue to neglect the dark
Isn’t it weird to shame your same
…when you could work to be lovingly famed?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 26, 2019


I’ll meet you at the church
…for clubbing
I’ll meet you at the club
…for prayers
I’ll meet you in the bedroom
…for cooking
I’ll meet you under naked sky eyes
…for sleeping
You know I deflect norms
…and blow storms

I’ll meet you in school
…for playing
I’ll meet you at the playground
…for learning
I’ll meet you on trees
…for walks
I’ll meet you in the sky
…for jogging
You know I deflect norms
…and blow storms

Where hypos create
…I’ll truth the full
Where sneas care
…I’ll kro the chias
Where gossis pair
I’ll shout ‘its’ out
I’ll walk naked to church-
…my buttocks begging ntwiments from pastors
…my suck-me-breasts clapping to garnish the smooch-me dance
I’ll cover up to the club
…my face hiding behind a burqa
…my socked-shoes-feet lost in kaba and slit
…my fingers crossing boarders to hide in gloves, don’t you love the foreign?
My foamy hair will be hidden beneath a duku
…praying at dancing feet
…cursing Satan in all goats on heat
…and falling at the touch of the holy ghost
…as I worship the disco lights
…knowing I’ll be protected from harm
…by the spirit of holiness

Close your mouth
…and think like the world!
Isn’t it so accepting
…of ups for downs
…as its legs accumulate dust
…of time?
I’ll live as I like
…riding a carefree bike
If you can’t look, please take a hike
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 25, 2019


Pɔɔpii pɔpɔpii
…Yeeess ɛyɛ ice water, emi ejɔ eee ice
…Mile 7, St. Johns, Barrier, Amasaman, Nsawam!
…Sister bɛtɔ bi ma me wai, ɛda fɔm paa
…Chain, watches, dog chains
…Sister please come here for your phone repairs
…Ntama no bo da fɛm o!
…Meatpie o, meatpie!
…Yeees, nkosua y’anua no bi ni o!
…Sister phone swap, chargers, phone covers, wetin you want?

From the talking asses
…to the eye reds
Oh the hawking classes
…to the sitting sheds
Right to the moving buses
…to the walking deads
I see you all in the belly of Circle
Working for a miracle
…through your hard work-spirited oracles
…in your living tabernacles

Life should be simple
…with no struggling pimples
But the promises of dawn
…even through its tears
Do naught to alley the fears
…causing us worrying wrinkles
So you shout your voices hoarse
And work like fearful horses
… poverty chases with canes of needs

I pray for power
…through many an hour
That will turn the sour
…into sweet
I pray for power
…which will tower
…above the lower-
…guns of corruption and greed
To help peace shower
…and stress cower
…on all you real victims of reckless power

As you tire like donkeys
…and sweat like pigs
As you smell like droughts
…and look like famine
I know you are rolling off a bitter
…for a better
So let hope lead us
…through the red, gold and green
…with their trusted leading black star
To the land we hope for
…a land we will all contribute in building
…without cheating drafts
…and duping crafts
…without pitiful littering
…and our wailing sighs
We will get to a conscious heaven
…built by our own strengths
……………………some day
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 24, 2019


A cuckold couldn’t hold –
…on to his wife
And couldn’t be bold
…so hated his life

He laid a trap
…to bait her lover
But got a slap
…which made him see clearer

He was like a lost puppet
…on a dangerous ground
And became a vacant socket
…who no mercy found

Then he saw it
…the intense thrill of their act
And knew it
…his failing fact

Stand to take
…all fours down
Side in take
…upside down
Locked to take
…slap the town
Then shyly became the clown
Always hail-Marying
…with his short chop stick

His gross green teeth
…and dirt filled feet
His old worn clothes
…and stinking armpits
Reduced him to a maggot
…in the centre of his mind
And so it happened
…that he took a run
…in self banishment
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 23, 2019


I am stuck in this place
Where thoughts upon thoughts race
I am stuck between a lone journey and a choice
Each having its distinct voice

Where is the roaring readiness?
Where is the hopeful happiness?
Where is the fine fitting?
Why is societal sentimentalism
The only whipping whip?

Is it wenching wickedness to live hen
With no trailing chicks?
Is it wenching witchcraft to test and walk
On paths refreshingly new?
Have I not burned through enough to pass
This test of yours and be so free?
Can’t tiredness have a seat
At its baton exchange points?
Why is my head’s insistence hugging my heart’s resistance?

Why am I suddenly the competition on drafts of hunters
With or without a parody me?
Why are questions preceding all constructions
Where words continuously bake?
I didn’t cook me through all the trauma
To end up as a nail serving just any hammer?

Never say never is a bait no wordster falls for
The now stamps a no
And the no is all I know
Will help heal this hollow that show,
This hollow that show in my hurting soul
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 22, 2019


Love is like a seed
…in an unknown soil
Whether it’ll germinate or not
…after planting an interest
…is like the hawk of death
…and its hunting human fowl

A heart undergoes the process of oneness
…just as the seed battles its new soil
…in hope of birthing a new shoot
There can be seed hunters
…in the passions of the soil
Maggots and moths of pessimism
…fighting life of optimism
Until a shoot vanishes or sees its new world

Suns of care
Airs of tenderness
Rains of feelings
And the dews of determination
…form the formula of love’s living
Even so
…goats of over-jealousy can crush in a step
…storms of mistrust can crudely cut with secateurs
…fiery winds of miscommunication can drain its working blood
…floods of incompatibility can destroy its fragile frame
…pests of unfaithfulness can murder its blossoming
Bushfires of misunderstanding can burn its promising form
Many other dangers abound
So you need a fence of dedication

Yes, a fence of dedication,
For it takes the skilled to farm it
…foundationing with patience
…watering with loyalty
…uprooting weeds with forgiveness
…and fertilizing with faith
Even after fruition,
…through flutters
…with widths of smiles
…to heights of laughter
…in a companionable growth
There are weavils of confusion
…and their attending others
…who can cause rot before old age harvesting

Ye budding farmers need these brown experiences
As farm implements in preparation
…for the field of love
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 21, 2019 (Title by Gloria Afua Ofeibea Addo)


I know,
…you know
…that I know your blow
Which is seeking the dark, to get me, your ‘foe’
…to make me kowtow
So –
…my magnanimous bow
…scares when your closed eyelids go
…to sleepland, in many an avenging arrow throw
But what do I do? Your target line toe?

I neither bought for you my hate
…nor its tiring sighs
I didn’t tutor you to bait –
…me, for my living bye
I neither created your hurting state
…nor forced your peace in a bye
I did not raise your conscience to rate
…you, in your plotting fies
So blame your scheming fate

None works in another’s hate
And reaps an applauding success
None spies on another’s life
And gets self development’s access
No cat calls for a lion battle
…and gets a peaceful recess
The loving hobbies
…which full my heart
…are what I feed on
And I so wish I mirror as your warrior –
…or your competition positively strong
I so wish I weed your monstrous horrors
…of impossibility’s desert
…to chart a path
…a path for you
…and only you
So fulfilment
…will rain to quench the heat of your bitterness
Instead of scripting my constant fantasy fall
…in your mental stage plays
For now
…I will stay gracious
…through all your contumeliousness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 19, 2019


Let them come and sow
…protected by their arrows in bows
Let them call us foes
…punching with their mental blows
Let them finish and go
…calling all to behold in lo
Let them laugh as we tirelessly mow
…and puff to our succeding’s no

Let them shoot their pricking pos
…until their hands strength slow
Let them see us seriously flow
…into development’s glow
Let them ridicule our yawning hoes
…and bet on our wailing woes
All we need is our patriocy
…in their cruel bangarang

Who said our sweats
…will always sieve into their service?
Who decreed our determined dears
…will always dread their dares?
Who preaches pestering panics
…of their prepared paws?
Who beats our blessful bests
…to bear their buttocking for brays?
We fear no foe fishing for our fouls
…and fear no fall fussing for our famishing
Aren’t we led by a star so black
…to see paths in the dark dark sky?

So ride in the raving rough
…and trouble to be trustingly tough
Oh forget the crossing coughs
…and hush your hating hawks
We see the mountains of moaning
…mourning many our merry mornings
We hear the chirping chastisements
…chasing our chanting chores
We feel our fallen fellows
…forcing in their feeble forms
We will surely succeed
…to see our sun serening
Keep on keeping on is a cliché clutching our diction
But we should gladly guard its fine action
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 19, 2019


There is a change seeping into the land
Strange change that promises to derange
…even from a range,
…it sips from the cup of hope
…and trips our peace on a dangerous slope


It started like a bad dream, now it burns like overheated fire…
Take us off the fires of fear
…simmering on soaring senses:
– kidnappers killing the unwilling
– terrorists blowing trespassing tremors of horror
…hooligans housing hampering-tampers
It is like a daunting shadow
…drawing nearer and nearer

We lived in a peaceful pen
But you sold our safety to sellers
…trading point-and-kills
Will the hunters shoot only in the forest
When power is like a potent alcohol
…creating drunkards out of gents?
You knew the hidden catastrophe
Yet thought only of your growing bellies!

You know of the bribery beasts
…who guard our customs gates
Yet sit like flatulating elders
…in the midst of their aggrieved youngsters
…blame-shifting in the suffering and suffocating air

As concerned ears hop from
…outdated mouths to mandated mouths
You continue finger pointing
…when deck calls hands to work!
Continue creating confusions
…sitting and staring
…dressing and daring
In a Kojo-Who-Did-This taunts!
…It-Is-Kwame will turn solutions through the bouncing It-Is-Kojo
…to protect our future!

Fanning fears will turn fires
…burning off our nearing enemies
Just let the radios chirp like blessed birds
…the papers paint like well pressed pets
…the internet hawk like beautiful ladies carrying shinny pans in selling
…hosting you with your flawless grammar
…like parrots in their comfort cages
Let’s hope your words turn hammers to
…scare off the scares
…which loom!

You kwabrɛfrɛs –
…mistaken for Odums
…and pushed to stand to shield us
…from the whirlwinds of slavery
Should act vultures
…standing on the trees of our trust
Waiting for our lives to fall
…so you can swoop for our rotten fleshes!!!
But know –
…It is one body hosting us all
…from those on the head
…to those on the feet
Think of the spared
…should that one body fall!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 18, 2019


…hiding in furs of goats
…are seen as follies
…even in their fearsome jumps

…itching in wombs
…are felt by none but the in-hidden-hawker
…no matter how much they bleed

There is a world within this world
Which knows what you carry
And feels how you try
A world within this world
…which shares in your chasings
So giving up, should be a weed
…in your flowering determination

When tears full
…shed them to be light
When fears full
…share them to be free
When hatred heaps
…hum a tune
…you’re neither alone nor odd
…not the first or last
…to feel the poisonous fumes of life

It is okay to feel
…like giving up to heal
It is okay to hate
…like setting up a bait
It is okay to hide
…like fearing human ride
It is okay to be lonely
…like walking the world a solely
It is okay to shout out
…to let hidden emotions out
It is okay to fail
…to add to the growing trail
You’re as important as you think
So get a calming drink
And hold on to life
No matter the many strife
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 17, 2019


We’re nursing neglect
…in a growing grind
We’re activating ails
…to an attacking action
We’re breaking bonds
…of a sealed safety
We’re losing largely
…in a beckoning benefit
We’re Frankenstein Monsters!

We eat from the earth
…bathing its waters from birth
We clothe from its closety-forest
…adorning us with their hidden adorables
We soothe our skins
…from the blood of its statics
Yet stain its saintliness
…with our flowing filth
We’re Frankenstein Monsters!

Instead of building well welled pots
…at our heavy human spots
We gateless our gutters
…to labour our litters
Ripping our rivers
…with contemptuous contamination
Sourly scenting operating offices
…to suffocatingly slap us with stench
Aren’t we Frankenstein Monsters?

The two, zero, one, five Circle cinema
…did not drum-in the daunting drama
The many mournings
…have not moved the mountains of mistakes
Still, organic seeps through electronics
…beastially bestfriended by plastics
Loitering lazily
…on our flies complaining compounds
Grossly greeting guests
Why are we always waiting
…for cholera clusters
To ask aid
…from embarrassing embers?
Aren’t we Frankenstein Monsters?

Why aren’t we filth ambitious
…when dum dooms our dressing?
Why aren’t we filth ambitious
…when harm hurts from heaping?
Why aren’t we filth ambitious
…when gains grin for our getting?
We’re wreckers of our wins
…snailing our swoops
…foxing our failures
…fermenting our flops
To stink as sellouts
…to our seeking scouts
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 16, 2019


Mrs without kisses
Finger ring in a fury ring
Trusted bird
…on a thorny bed
Boss lady
…on a bruised loving
You say wetin?

You can wear smiles of satisfaction all day long
Writing the happiness which you belong
Annoying all in your jealousy gong
You think that would make you –
…look strong?

Every effort you make
To make all see your happy living
I see the begging to take –
…misery hidden
There is a thing about the fake
…that never hides in its living
Always swimming out of its many a deceptive lake

So go on and build your mountains
…out of some ant’s eroded anthill
Just as fire hides not in the dark
…we will see the flaming flames –
…sɛ ɛgye gon a!
Pregnancy –
…can hide itself only well at its beginning
Continue shielding your belly to your month of six
We are all here
…and will see the protrusion
…when your bearability begs to bed
So go on in your embellished fantasy
Ɛbon bon bon a, yɛ bɛ ti ne kankan wai
You Mrs missing kisses –
…painting bliss to diss and piss off spinsters
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 15, 2019


Pastor Dédé worked all week and Friday nights
With all his equipping might
Electrocuting others with his noisy frights
Threatening complainers of his God’s bite
…every mouth closed its door
…after his warnings

Then Nii-mei and Naa-mei put their ban on noising
Pastor Dédé puffed and registered his shunning
That night, he started with vigour
…his people sang
“Unto the Lord be the glory…eee
Great things he has done…”
The drums held hands of the voice of the guitar
…and chorused their murdering tones
…registering the abled abatie roboting them
The piano hugged both
…as the akasɛi chan chaned like piercing pins
…to add to the murder of ears
None had a sound in mouth
…after his warnings

Then they came
…wearing shoes dead in sounds
Six strong muscled men
…with unbending discipline
They knocked once at the hellish heaven’s door
…then twice
…and entered
All tired eyes left their abused ears to watch
Then we heard –
…pasca pram pram pram pran!
And ears were taken off the fires of noise –

The “How dare you
…was punched with “Kwɛ mɛnɛ hu!”
“God will not forgive you” –
… “eenhwɛ kɛkɛ, nyɛkɛwo tsɔneɛ mli ne wɔya”
We watched
…hoping to see the unforgiving God of Dédé
…whose threats sat on our freedom
…to the point of deafness
Even his broken fingernails did not fall
…till date

And so it happened
…that the noise traveled,
…we were told, to return in a month
Strengthened muscles prepared a ring
…to box its return to its death
…whether they’ll succeed or not remains a mystery
For now, that has ended the tale
…of Pastor Dédé and his dédé
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 14, 2019


Roaring roses!
Barking bosses!
Placating pines!
Swiping swines!
Weird wires

…worsening wars

Fine wines line not in dine
Bay hay gay not in fire rays
Desires are not sure acquires in liars
Fix consciences, as mechanics, to fit justices

For we are passing
Not just sitting in staying
We are shedding
Not just static in adding
So balance the imbalance
To enhance the chance of or near equality
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 13, 2019


Tears drizzle in my heart
They drizzle to tickle my sadness
On this day when motherhood
…sits on the throne
…to be exalted

It is upon the inspection of feathers
…that akokɔ asɛnsɛ becomes aware
…of its skin protectors
I crave this bed
…and thank it as a shed
…to hide the mood which swoons to tell
…on my sores

A year back-
…you were here
Two years back –
…you were here
Three years back –
…you were here
Four years back –
…you were here
Five years back –
…you were here
Six years back –
…you were here
Seven years back –
…you were fresh
Sprinkling happiness on my naïveté

What do I do with this me?
This me which wears armours of strength
…on a fatal blow!
What do I do with these eyes?
These eyes which push back tears
…on fears of colouring brokenness!
What do I do with this soul?
This soul looking down into an endless hole
…of yearning!
What do I do with this crab?
This crab stuck in my aching throat
…murdering my pipes to push your name down
…my sniffling stomach!
What do I do?
What do I do?

I keep wondering your stage
…your stage of rot
I keep wondering your fate
…your fate in death
I keep wishing we meet
…we meet to re-live
It is a sourness on sores
And I am a mess to your blessed memory
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May, 12, 2019


Mothers –
…ministerial makers
…nature’s natural nurturers
…open-armed oracles
…psyched psychologists plannedly prepared
…quintessential queens
…rough risks remediers
…serene sirens
Honourables of hearts!

Mothers –
…trouble truncators
…umpires of under-weathers
…vines of victory
…wondrous wayfarers
…xylophonic-voices with xray-eyes

Mothers –
…bridging bars-
…of livers and leavers
Caring castles –
…daring daffodils
…exciting edificial empires
…fearless farmers
…gutsy greatnessors
…humanity highlanders
…interrogative intelligentsias

Mothers –
…spiritual shelters
…joyous justices
…kazooing kayaks in our kerfuffles
…loving labiataes
…mesmerizing messengers
…nursing noses

You will always be our first touch of love!
You will always be in our heartbeats!
You will always be our worshiping temples!
For you helped –
…to cook us
And kept us to live
You helped –
…to grow us
And help us to glow
Love is your fountain –
…and we will forever be your tendering architects
O you souls in our creating wholes!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 12, 2019


Writers are like doctors
Delicate in their line of duty
A little inky mistake can break souls
Destroy personalities and
Unleash wars fiercer than lions on nations

Writers are like operating doctors
Just a failed full stop can send many wise heads
In a needless chase of sleeplessness
Running after ghosts non-existent

Writers, like doctors
Need no harsh words before working
A tampered emotion can lead
To countless erosions of truth
Planting deceptions in minds

Writers like doctors need balance
A 360° mirror on all issues
To build facts in perfect frames
No docking for thrusts of favouritisms

There can be exceptions and oddities
Escapements, counting human fallibilities
But writers like doctors, need care
Care and caring to be fair
At all times
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 11 2019


A lion –
…leapingly lusting
A hyena –
…hysterically harping
Leaves –
…lurkingly listening
Air –
…airingly arousing
The moon –
…markingly mooching
Fireflies –
…flatteringly flipping
…through light and darkness
We –
…wettingly whetting workings
…willingly whisper whistling
…wispingly whipping wishes
…and merging

Cotton –
…cursing our cravings
Roses –
…rising rousingly in reaping
Passions –
…pointing at perverts peeking
Snakes –
…seeking services structured
Like leaking loops,
Turning –
…touching, tracking, tapping
…trekking, taking, teasing
In blissing

Hunting hisses
…heckle not heeding
Bottled breaths
…break blessingly to be
Dirt dances,
…drawing in drooling dormants
Fair flocks –
…fancy our fire
Greeting gracias
…getting gladies
Jerking in jingles

Odomankomah’s orders
…orchestrate an awesome orgy
Fi fi fi fi, fi fi fi fi
Ka ka ka ka, ka ka ka ka
Hi hi hi hi, hi hi hi hi
Our background beefing up blissues

How hurting!
This heart hates
…without the wreck
…in a worshipping-reality
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 10, 2019


(In honour of all journalists who are just in exacting their duties; the Manassehs, the Aremeyaws. Mother Ghana appreciates you. Continue working hard for us without fear.)

Those of you milking makers
…of their working wills
Those of you hunting hard-workers
…in their loyal labouring
Those of you fighting freedom
…of the pious press
Sit and stand
Slap and soar
Seek and sack
Keep and kill
But know –
…you are mere mortals
…fooling in folly fences
As you book your own fleshes to cook

I thought we hunt haters
…haters of havens
I thought we cremate traits of criminals
…by warning, seclusion and termination
I thought we chase faces of pull backs
…and not pull ups
So why the urge to dilute pens?
Why the need for intimidation
…where builders of nations, painters of the what-is pictures, toil?
Why the cruelty to drain lives
…of patriotic pens?

Think reasonably and think right
With a foot on land –
…and a foot beneath land
Think carefully and think correctly
Half of your heart in life
…the other half in death
What do you see?
Know you not greed is a seed?
A shameless seed which when planted
…germinates into a plant
…then into a tree
…which wawa, sapele and mahogany together can’t rival?


Only pen machines of press can impress upon an uproot, yet you chase in termination?

So your birthed and unbirthed
…should be made to kneel
…their left palms seating their right
…even before they taste the sands of life?
Can’t you take off your life jackets of corruption
Knowing we are in the same sea you’re polluting?
No matter how high you float
…your medial to toes –
…taste your pollution downs
Even if that affect you not –
…know thirst will sink you to drink someday
How can you escape your own poisoning then?

Please seek treatment for your insanity!
How else do you call bullying builders
…and praising poisoners?
Please seek medication for monstrosity!
How else do you call felling great plants
…and watering scrap metals?
Please seek suicide –
…if your egos stand in the way of a working nation
And leave workers whose stomachs
…are sitting not
…on their prided consciences
…to work us up

For mirrors will forever be mirrors
Great pens will forever be disinfecting lotuses
If you can’t shape yourself to help us shape our world
At least be no hellish blocks
…hunting our best
To fill the excreta pits of your filthy consciences!
You with potbellies of selfishness, bleached skins of shamelessness
…bald pates of unthinkingness
…and hard muscles of murdering your own,
...your own motherland!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 9, 2019


You rock which shock my mocks
You bone which stone and drone
…my emotions
…into public places
You fork which locks and blocks
…my defenses
…into helplessness
How could you make me so bow?
You prick!

You tickled my trust
…to tremble in tearing
You woke my warmth
…to wickedly wreck it
You caressed my care
…to carelessly curse it
You tended to my tenderness
…to tossingly trash it
You buttered my butterflies
…to brazenly break them
You flattered my flutters
…to ficklely finish them
You sicker!

You’re like stinking socks
…when I’m wearing my shoes
You’re like hateful hair
…when I’m wearing my hat
You’re like beaten breasts
…when I’m wearing my bra
You’re like drowning dens
…when I’m wearing my dross
You’re like caving caves
…when I’m wearing my clothes
You’re like earthquaking earthworms
…when I’m wearing my earrings
You sticker!

Why can’t I bath you out
…out of the body of my mind?
Why can’t I wash you out
…out of the wishes of my clothes?
Why can’t I soak your stench out
…out of the scent of my socks?
Why can’t I kill you
…in the kro of my heart?
You tick!

I am now a fuming forest
…hissing hysterically
I am now an occultic oven
…brimmingly burning
I am now a sea of savagery
…seethingly sulking
I am now a hunting hell
…just dare
…to step in the trap
…of my hunt
And you will smell your roasting game
You trick!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 8, 2019


Ya Allah
…prepare the grounds of bellies
…to stand hunger rallies
As your sons and daughters fast
…to feel the pain of the outcast

Ya Allah
…quench all future temper
…so they can’t this piousness tamper
As your children prepare
…in humility, to with the poor, pair

Ya Allah
…tie the catastrophe of chaotic death
…and let peace, all around birth
As your servants lay their ails
…before your merciful presence

Ya Allah
…bless all struggling hearts
…cushion all torn mats
…fill all empty pots
…bless all needy cots
…pack all crying pockets
…heal all haunting ills and closed mindedness
In your wise discretional will
In reward of your wards’ willingness
…to obey your call for service
…to humanity
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 7, 2019


“We will win
…the away
…even if we lost
…our home match
Did you see?
Did you see
…the Mané goal?
Nothing fine pass it”
My ears kept searching
…for even the toenails of Asante Kotoko’s mention
Wires in my ears kept tuning
…waiting for Hearts of Oak’s fingernail in mention
But none appeared
…for eyes to even proceed to look
…for Oly Dade
…nankampɛsɛ Wa All Stars
In the modelling words
Walking from tongues
…of the bugged

Sitting like a ghost
…waiting for my host to finish
…his banter to me serve
It happened so fast
Fists flying
…like unseen arrows
With their vindictive word follows
Just the air around a fist
…uprooted my buttocks
…from my tall stool
…landing me flat
…onto the punching ground

So a legend of a passionate
…who might have a black phobia
Was called
…a joke
And another’s
…was called
Was exchanged with
Faced the slap of
Until those words armoured with
…and guns
…and bombs
Exploded like tsunamis
…onto the bodies
…taking possession on tickets of

Dragging myself like a lost cripple
…through the mess
I thought of the gains
…in the passions of others’ gains
Are there dollars
…given in gains
…to all the insanes
…on this land?
Do those legends
…even wave in knowledge
…of the existence
…of their loving persistent crazed fans
…on this black soil?
Aren’t there pressing matters
…begging for attention
…than murdersome passions
…for mere games of others?
Can’t we strive to just build ours?
Will they ever sit
…to watch our locals play
…and even smile at their skilled foot talks
…let alone have passions for them?

I am shocked, knowing the bananas used to link our recruited to monkeys
…still thinking it through
Goosebumps of negation
…traffic-lighting on my skin
The land overlooked
Concentration –
…over booked
…on senselessness
…no, sensefulness
Of profit-nils of other lands
Beats the hope
…of a brighter tomorrow
…out of my aching dreams
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©May 7, 2019


When you wake up
…see her like a lover you see hand in hand down the aisle
One whose thoughts bubble down your belly –
…warmth of promises born and unborn
One whose smile gives you the strength –
…to sacrifice yourself for her every need
One you can hunger –
…to satisfy
One you can suffer –
…to see safe
One whose pain rain shivers –
…on your fears
And work towards her flourish

When you wake up
…see her like a child you see
…rocking greatness in your future
One whose sadness pierces arrows –
…in your heart
One whose sickness points a gun –
…at your head
One whose happiness –
…is your morning sun
Her excellence –
…your moon in the dark
That child you’ll sacrifice everything
…to see as a grown and responsible woman
And work towards her growth

…work towards her growth
She is afterall yours and yours’ yours
Yes –
…yours and yours’ yours’ yours unendingly
Your Nation
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 6, 2019


Hate her!
How hard the hoe hits heads of hes
Hurting hearts heated for her!
Hurt her!
Her hammer hardly has hands
Here, heavens help hes
So hiss and heap hatred on her!

She said sorry
Shocking sheroes sharing shivers
Sore somberly soothed,
She shunned serpentous shepherds’ serenades,
As she still searched a similar sir
Seeking a she-he-qual

Branded bended,
Bastards booed boldly
Beating betters badly in brotherhood
To boycott Betty
Breaking breasts
Belling-out beauty

Her heart humming happiness,
Still she smiles
Branding bullies bastards
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 5, 2019


Flutters, butters, smiles, miles
Cane, pain, madness, sadness

Play songs
…about heartache
Which my soul so longs
As this heart turns in a bellyache
Knowing not where it belongs
I assure you that I know its every alphabetical word
And I’ve been in its every exploitative shed
Oh I have felt its –
…hitting, eating, angering, ripping, thrashing, attacking, crossing hearts exasperatingly

So play me a song of its heat
Making sure its force enters
To make sure its sorrows are arraigned
To come and hurt’s cure redeem
It is just a test
To see if its power will abate
Just to be clear
In my bid to heal
To heal entirely

I need a complete kill
Of the yearnings in a clean heal
So I can shed this painful hill
My heart climbs to breath fill
And feel no pangs needing many a chill pill
So regret can drain to nil

For tears
…mounting on fears
…flagged by spears
…on roadsides of peers
Especially yearlings
Are hurtful bombs
…threatening detonation
…at every step of Embarrassment’s second
So play me all those songs
…of heartache

From the ache from the stone of love
To the ache from the gun of death
Through to the ache of the whirlwinds of loss
To the ache of the bomb of hatred
I am like an antelope
…at an easily found adukrom
During Aboakyere’s hunt
Knowing but painfully numb from sadness
I would be so caught if you don’t play
Play me a song about heartache
To thaw my numbness and move me from harm’s way

Yes, it’s good to painfully dance
…to enhance
…the tears to flow
Yes, it’s prudent to loudly cry
…to bye
…the pain to go
Lest I turn stone cold
…as bitterness mould
…the breakage to show
A full being sinking so low
So play me a song about heartache
To rain this cloud hanging on the sky of my happiness
For my sun to happily shine
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 4, 2019


Perspectives are all we have
Where you stand differs from where he stands
How you act differs from how she acts
So you’re free to draw me
From the pencil of your view
In your artistic tone

Your steam might be showing my form in anger
Her steam might be showing my form in love
His steam might be showing my form in care
Their steam might be showing my form in leadership
Other steams might show my form in discipline
Or hatred
Or stupidity
Or pity
You can name all forms
All in the mirrors of your perspectives

It would be weird
For eyes seeing my pate of defense
To draw my face of affability
It would be weird
For eyes seeing my jaws of hunger
To draw my mouth of satisfaction
It would be weird
For eyes seeing my eyes with rivers of painful tears
To draw my smiles of clarity and warmth
So feel free
To draw me from your perspective

I live like a footballer
Fighting for possession
Dribbling to awe
Passing for teamwork
Shooting for goals
Amidst it all
I fear no injury or injuring
I fear no corners or goal kicks
I fear no fouls, side kicks
Talk less of penalties
And when I lose
I choose to cry it out or join my celebrating opponents

So judge all you can from the perspectives of your views
The hen cares not about where its dust lands
So far as the earth reveals its meals
I sure will respect it all
Your views of me on the table of interested mouths
And in holes of itchy ears
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©May 3, 2019


It was so real
I had an easy feel
Sins were so few
That my tears were like morning dew

But now
I see the waters sweating sins
I see the trees chattering sins
I hear the air snaking sins
I hear the birds chirping sins
Oh mountains echo sins
Plants pray peculiar sins
Every living greatness now lives in sin bins
What do I do now?

Before libations get to my grounds
I have to dust off sands of war
Dig off disrespect of body tampering
Peel off slimes of fornication
Scrub off rusts of backbiting
And kill off flies of hatred from other hearts hidden in filth

Your calls have turned curses in wrong tunnels
Your preachings have turned poisonous on wrong channels
Your songs have turned bleaches of pious souls
Your dances have turned hammers
Murdering strong joints
Can’t you see your itches in stitches?

I hurt for your non refundability tickets
Piled on by gone generational signatures
Of wrongs and greed in their bid to poison feed
I yearn for the days when I, your God, was in gourds
And my call was in fallen cola nuts
Or water
Or palm waters
Or even soil
They are gone days now
Multiplying by the minute
Complexities of formulas for my nearness to you

You now shout loudest
…but I hear none
You now touch gently into my grand presence
But I feel bruised
You now dress fine but your sins roar
In repugnant smells from your made-belief hells
I am but an empty rolling can
Trying to fetch hands to fill myself
So I can feed your sanity back to you
How can I when I lie beneath your thick boots
And you climb over me in disrespect
Only to go call me in earnest?
Yes, you see me but see me not
In your many adulterations
I am the sidetrack of you main tracks in disdain truck
And all yous are in search of this sidetrack
A very painful laughter!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 2, 2019


Sea tortoises
…living in their sea in body, soul and spirit
…loving their sea as silver lining love their sky
…working to clean their sea like lotuses in mud
Are worth celebrating –
…when Asaase Yaa chooses to honour its builders
Shikaman bii, oyiwaladɔn!

Strong eagles
…watching and protecting
…as normal eyes sleep
Stamping near security of peace
…sacrificing their strengths for sound sleepers
…risking their lives
For this golden coast turned Ghana to stand!
The tears of dawn
…are but thankful appreciations
For your indefatigable
Nananom nhyira nka mo o!

You crowing cocks
…whose azans and bells
…wake to send us to our handiworks
Like children
…lovingly dragged from beds
…by their proud mothers
Deserve a worthy thanksgiving
On this day when legs and arms of work, rest to be celebrated
Nnaase o!

Oh mighty bookworms!
You who chase words
…into their sentence compounds
And proceed
…to their understanding chambers
Climbing storeys
…to enlighten minds with your finds
Uprooting mountains
…of distracting illiteracy
Throwing light on life paths
…and laws
…and monies
…and fates
Deserve a standing ovation
Would an Ayekoo act shea butter
…to massage the tiredness
…off your minds?
Ayekoo o!

To the sheep who follow to maintain sanity
…aware of the potentials of they
…turning meat in forbidden errors
To the goats who live
…rebelling, receiving lashes
…but determined to station the steering
…of this nation on its proper road
To the dogs who bark
…scaring off oppression
…in protection of our sovereignty
To the owls who watch out
…making sure troubles walk not in sleep
…to give us surprise greetings in attacks
To the trees who shade
…giving breaths to the weary
…shading and protecting our homes through windbreaks
And all the fine species
…in this beautiful near paradise
…whose energies engine our growth
Akpe kakakakaka!

To the vultures
…who perch on pessimistic trees
…in cocoons of corruption
…in coops of indifference
…tearing into shreds
…cloths of patriotism
Mensahs –
…living among our struggling home
We pray for the legs of your minds
…to find the strength
…to tune to the right frequency
…of Radio-Yours-is-Yours
So your shaking left hands
…pointing to your fathers’ houses
…will turn to your bold right hands
This is a day
…when curses are thrown to a hopeless apata
So you too take your thanksgiving
To bring to bear
…the beautiful turn around
…we anticipate
…for a raise in national productivity

Asaase Yaa
…Abɛ kann a ɛnni awieɛ
Ɛde nnaase a ɛnni kabea
…ma mo
Yes, Ama Ghana
…gives thanksgiving wearing mmari-ntama
…scented by gratefulness
…adorned by pride
To you all, on this day
Singing –
…to you children of the land
Working your souls into its hopeful building
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 1, 2019