GOOD MEN

Did I come to the market late?
I must have
…considering the rotten goods
…waiting for selection
…or buy
Hurtful

II
What will rotten vegetables and foodstuffs fetch?
…Stale taste?
…Stomach ache?
…Running stomach?
…Food poisoning?
Yet see them scattered in near filth
…on my disappointing market

III
What will a polluted goat fetch
…in a long term petting?
Illnesses?
…Worry?
…Mistrust?
…Heartaches?
…A possible death?
Yet see it parading in annoying pumɛɛs
…caring not about the disgust on my face

IV
What will a rabid dog fetch?
…An unhealable bite?
…A tetanus injection?
…A possible loneliness?
…A living fear?
Yet see it barking without backing off
…seeing the fear boldly written with my countenance

V
What will a sneaky snake fetch me?
…A lonesomeness?
…A fearful and poisonous bite?
…An annoying hissing?
…A hide and seek in time wasting?
Yet it hisses through the horror
…written in my eyes

VI
Like normal goods a market brackets
…they seem to be all that are left
…for a pick
Some getting in the way
…and staining clothes
…ruining footwear with their stinking droppings
Where did all of them go?
…The hybrid ones
…with freshness
…unflawed colourfulness
…healthness
…normal fragrances
…promising delicacies
…with many a touch of surprises?
It sure is hard
…to shop in a near evening
Truly, almost all good goods never wait till sundown!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 30, 2019

BRUSH PUSH

I saw you bare your fangs
…and try to hang
…when your friend’s success bang rang
Why?
Hush your rush and brush your push

II
Your current location
…is someone’s hopeful destination
Your hopeful destination
…is someone’s takeoff
These are facts fate feeds
…beyond understanding
So hush your rush and brush your push

III
Many dangers walk the land
Many dangers swim the sea
Many dangers fly the sky
There is nothing like heaven in a climb
So hush your rush and brush your push

IV
Needless competition is a bane in life
Your date can rate your state
…only if fate allows
Like ahenfo kyinyɛ
…no matter how vast they cover
…some surely will be behind others
…in sizes
So hush your rush and brush your push
Showering with contentment
…and soap of discipline
…at every taken step
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 29, 2019

CROWNS AND CLOWNS

Now that there are adulterations of clowns
…in the prestigious group of crowns
This word needs to get to towns
So, in knowing differences, ups won’t turn downs

II
If they use no power
…to shower
…and get confidences to cower
If they use no prestige as plugs
…to harvest unwilling hugs
If they use no fame
…to tame
…and heartlessly try to shame
If they use no filthy forces
…to act like cruel bosses
Then they are real crowns and not cloned clowns

III
It is laughable
How real regals are affable
As counterfeited ones act wolves
…hoping all else turn sheep
…or shy doves
…to feed their hunger to sleep
It is sickening
…that mere weak stones act prized in sale
…when real diamonds silently sail
…on humility’s hail
It is hard to watch vultures wear crowns
…in the gowns of rotten clowns
When eagles soar in to-die-for personalities
…even among fowls
It is sad
…when the world slaps
…with an anti-climax
…at the beginning of its classy story
Where many eyes seek
…crowns
…and painfully find them hidden
…under many clowns

IV
Discernment is a necessary tool
…in spotting fools
…posing to buy your trust
…to turn you into a bull
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 28, 2019

A REAL GREAT SON OF THE LAND

Many suns rise and many suns fall
Many suns get buried under thick clouds till their sad sad end
Many moons rise and many moons fall
Still many moons never see the earth in bright ray light
Prof. George Oduro is sun-
A sun which shone from his dawn
…and still stands on his sky high feet

II
There is a beautiful thing about sincere souls
…who follow rightly in life’s process paths
…in a determined climb
There is a blessed light which illuminates
…shining calm and inspiration
…on lucky encounterers
There is a praying fan
…which buys great air
…for the genuine worker at heart
There is this smile
…which plants itself on countenances of admiring watchers
…of pious hearts
Prof. George Oduro is a sincere soul
…with a blessed light
…and a praying fan
…planting smiles on faces of admiring watchers!

III
Why won’t good rains fall on a promising plant?
Why won’t even weak ladders act strong at the top
…for a graceful pair of legs?
Why won’t fearful and angry seas act calm
…for a blameless boat?
Who dares use his mere monstrous hands
…to cover the shine of the righteous?
Prof. George Oduro is a promising plant
…with graceful legs
…on a blameless boat
…with a righteous spirit!

IV
No wonder his family farm grows strong
…as his seeds soar in brainy path seeking!
No wonder his affable being glows right
…even on a gloomy day in my struggling say
No wonder his loving half is a lotus
…disinfecting all ails
…in a beauteous nearness
Prof. George Oduro is a firm rock!

V
You will grow in strength
…to the right length!
You will live to laugh
…climbing a happy book graph!
You will leave a legacy
…like a perfectly rounded immortal galaxy!
Because life has eyes watching your flawlessness-
…as you host nothing begging for a hide
Continue to be
…who you’ve always been-
As fulfillment rains in your noble heart
It is humbling breathing you in
…in this unsettling sphere
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 26, 2019 in celebration of a living legend in education: Prof. George Kwaku Toku Oduro

A CITIZEN OF IMPOSSIBILITY

See
… I was branded a seed destroyed
Because I clung onto the fearful bus
…of impossibilities
Look at me through the eyes of the wise
…who played my crazy card
…as I live within the biggest nation of impossibilities

II
I was constantly threatened by failure
…sometimes losing to its punches
…sometimes winning through its flares
…sometimes dodging through cracks of determination
Until I reached the shores of dawn
…of Impossibilities

III
I am now a citizen of impossibilities
…my light shining through the beauty of its shine
I am now a citizen of impossibilities
…my visa, a praying need to many
I am now a citizen of impossibilities
…shutting mouths who exchanged their teeth
…with ridicule
…to throw me off the will of moving on
I am now a citizen of impossibilities
…my building, a shining star
…guiding many a studious
…to get tickets in flight
…in my join

IV
So take a pain to buy a gain
Carry a shame to be in the high game
…of great names
As an axe rests when the chimney fulls
…be a bull raving through fools
…to hammer enlightenment
…on heads of wet blankets
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 26, 2019

ONE WORLD

There are
…Souths
…Easts
…Wests
In all Norths

II
There are
…Norths
…Easts
..Wests
In all Souths

III
There are
…Norths
…Souths
…Wests
In all Easts

IV
There are
…Norths
…Souths
…Easts
In all Wests

V
Even a room owned by one
…has its North, South, East and West
So why the pointers of division
…marring our visions?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 25, 2019

PITY THEM

It was a sigh that ended in a cry
…seeing you recall the bye
…of your youth’s fly
…in a plane so high
…into memories’ tie

II
Now you face the court of eyes
All pupils dilate in your fear
Because the clothes of beauty
…have fled
…leaving the monstrous wrinkles
…which hid in wait of time
They forget they wear same clothes
That time tick tocks to take off

III
I don’t know what turned you into the ‘witch’
…they seek on their wish-stakes:
The hair which has lost its colour?
…The skin which has lost its tightness?
…The breasts which have lost their stand?
The legs which have lost their strength?
The back which has lost its hold?
The hands which have lost their firmness?
Whatever it is
…wipe those tears from your heroic eyes
For you have tasted flowerhood
…bloomed and fruited
…been green through yellowing to browning
A blessing not all tongues will taste
So please let your fear turn to pity
…for them

IV
I hope fate shows their olds
…in the mirror of their future
…as their youths to time are sold
I pray to see them this bold
In their wrinkly cold
As their horns develop in age’s monstrosity
And their youngs put them in courts of witchcraft

V
So blessed one,
…cry not
…fret not
Let sadness climb a bad apata
…your resilience in the right spots
Only criminals act scared
…in a stoning shed
Age should be an advantage
…and not a sewage
…for unthinking brutes!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June, 24, 2019
Dedicated to Sisi Ewura Adwoa and all aged women placed in awkward situations because of unfair accusations.

MOUTH MACHINATIONS

Man your mouth
…to mum your mess
Many mechanics muster mockery
…in marking mouth monsters with many a mar

II
When Akosua Akonfem
Chirped about her escapades
…in her drunkenness
Yaw Akoko crowed it loudly
…the next day
…to wake the whole village
Oh Odomamkomah!
She wore her room as an attire
…refusing to take it off during the day
…in her hide and seek game with embarrassment
Until she connived with the dark
…to flee this village

III
Let’s not go far
Remember Yaw Badu?
That man whose mouth was used
…as the punching bag of Kofi Duro
Because he became the parrot who sang
…about his supposed many affairs
…to their church choir
…who in turn turned up the melody after a church service
…to lavender Kofi with disgrace
Ah, that one koraa,
…was it verified that Kofi was a womanizer?
Ei! Look at me too o!

IV
Let’s take Papa Azambila
That foreigner who stood in a secret hole
…to dirtily rap about his feeding hands
…boasting superiority
…bastardizing those hardworking hands in inferiority
By the time he got home
His bragging had developed legs
…to walk to tell his hands
Isn’t he now languishing in hunger?

V
Many have bought spaces for themselves in prisons
…because wɔn ano ati free
Many have harvested hatred from lovers
… because wɔn ano ati free
Many have killed innocents
…and are living with many a guilty conscience
…because wɔn ano ati free
Many have turned mice
…being hunted down by cats
… because wɔn ano ati free
Many live like fearful ghosts scaring off good hosts
…because wɔn ano ati free
So man your mouth
…just work on the brakes of your mouth
…to have a free heart
…and a clear head
…always
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 23, 2019

BEYOND SHAME

I grew up
…a blew up
…in a shrew strap
Drinking shame brewed before birth
Eating discomforts whose cooking crews
…knew their hurtful ingredients
So shame became a mountain
…I had to beat
…to survive
Why won’t I be beyond shame?

II
I have crossed the bridge
…where I shiver in front of Asante kwadu
I boldly demand for Bono brɔdeɛ
When my needs come to feed
What is the importance of age
…with no stage of advantage
…and a fear stricken cage
…set by society to still heap shame
…upon the shame youth serves in these dark parts?
I cleared that ridiculousness long ago

III
So serve a heartthrob
…or feed a headthrob
There will be no room for a pleasure rob
And you have the ticket to shout outloud
While shame bathes you publicly
…see if it can take one step in my direction,
I have long crossed the bridge of “be careful”
…now standing on the pate of “I don’t kɛ”
So I only yield in to the complaints of my body
…now that no ngɛɛ calls my gbɛɛ
And so you know-
…babying man pestles
…is a hypocritical trait I weeded out
…long before my bloom
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 22, 2019

FIRE BENEATH ASHES

From far and far
…flimsy fleas
…forced fiercely in fences
…flip flaps to fires’ fuss
Forking fins
…filing fears
…facing the future

II
Baking in breakages
…burning in bossing barns
Burns bellowing in bellies of bodies
…bolden in brights
…beneath their-

III
…Ashes
Allowing arms to air
…attracting arrows in alms
Atrociously aiming attacks
…in apt adrenalines

IV
Fear the fallen
Believe the broken
Appease the attacked

V
For they are-
Fire
… Beneath
… Ashes
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 21, 2019

AN ODE TO MOCK KINGS IN GROANS

There are birds who visit
…in blessful transit
There are cool airs
…which bless our flopped fairs
…only to pass us on to brutal bottled beers
There are suns
…whose warmth we worship
…but their steps never sync ours
…so we’re always left behind
Think of these
…really deeply

II
Cherish the times recorded in your history
…or perish in wants long rotten in impossibilities
Live the memories
…few have in luck
Or sulk in sores your regrets
…keep digging into self hatred
Bɔɔla birds who get the privilege
…of flying a time with eaglets
…before their full blossoms
…must at least own their stories

III
It is a fact
…that although you are a golden ceiling on another’s sky
…you were dirt in my
…uncompleted mansion
It is a truth
…that lionesses mate lions
…and not dogs
It is clear
…your legs couldn’t keep up in closeness
…with the hare-like fire
…which burned the sands
…to carve the fine you so whine
…to now own
Let sense descend on you
…to look south in my northness
If that is what is eating deep into your hurts

IV
There are treasures we get but see not
…until their flight
…to others’ ownerships
There are priceless gems
…which act stones to be had
…in our uninterestedness
…oh how we always curse us in their shines
…from other quarters!
There are ails which kill us
…through “had I knowns”
But just as dead beings have no turn backs
…we need a knowing
…of the living deads
…in our lives
Those we can never ever return to us
So we can take our past
…off the fires of our yearning present
…to at least cool needs into satisfactory smiles
…instead of boiling in broken bitterness
So let your memories serve as payment
For the can’t-have you so “need” now
Isn’t there a saying
…a vehicle whose seats you’ve tasted
…hurt you not in a leave behind?
Ha!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©June 20, 2019

FROST

It started like serene air
…in my sunlight
You, me attending
…you me loving
…you, me feeding
…you, me caressing
…you, me cuddling
…you, me kissing
…you, me tendering
…you, me calling
And my vice versaring
Then it turned from mild to cold winds
You, me neglecting
…you, me annoying
…you me forgetting
…you, leaving me hanging
…you, me shaming
Even knowing I’m African
You started snowing hate
…giving me shivers of fear
…icing my rivering possibilities
…murdering my hope for us
Then I felt the painful teeth of frost
I asked what it was
…but the cold promised a feeling

II
You should’ve tutored me
…that your warmness
…could turn cold
…cold which could turn monster
…to bite in breaking me apart
You should’ve warned me
…to put on clothes of care
…as necessity in our beautiful beginnings
You know I’m carved from the ribs of Asaase Yaa
…with a body only known to the beautiful suns of happiness
…which give no chance to snow
…let alone carve cold to crack
You should’ve given me a heads up
…knowing where you picked me
…and where you were taking me
I am African
…a being loving her suns
…a being shivering at the mere thought of rain
But what?
You send me to the cold land of heartbreak
…to see me breaking apart
…like a weak dry wood burnt
…and falling in ashes?

III
Cruelty is a cunning con
…deception is a deadly drown
Abandonment
…is a shocking school
And the break up frost surely is a new monster
…which I knew not
…let alone know how to trap
…and kill it
…to free the heart which it hurts
…from its fury
I guess experience
…will teach me
…to battle it with the fire of time
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 19, 2019

BUNSOKROM

Serenity swims like swans
…serenading spirits seeking sanes
…soothing sanes with sores
…sweeping sufferings with sobbing stucks
…from souls

II
I am wondering
…why guy-gun growers
…with their sweetening atadwes
…are the going givings
…on hawking pates
…of every trader

III
Do you have ready restrooms
…in the ayaase of your blooms
…needing erected bodies of pestled visitors?
Or are your ears filled
…with your earth’s potency
…in strengthening man-sticks
…that you’ve mastered the art
…of studying the roles of your shrub roots
…and trees
…to get the waist wakers to hold hands
…in sure works?
You sure unassumingly lie like innocents
…in the veined hair of Asaase Yaa
…by the busy roadside
And I have been so fooled
…years on end
…till this day
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 18, 2019

MAKE NO MISTAKE

Winners without woes
…are like boxers who have never tasted punches
The world was built
…for the punch takers
…students of problems
…truck pushers of hurdles
…curious travellers slapped with many shut outcomes
To find their ways through the puzzle of suffering
…to success
…always armoured with determined spirits
…questioning souls
…and fatigued bodies

II
Make no mistake
The smiles that flash in front of the cameras
…the shines that rush onto their time eras
…their words which swallow questions fired
…their every gait
Form part of their sweatfully cooked beings

III
Open your eyes and look well at the sea
…many rivers
…travelled many miles
…to help it full up
So be no stagnant water
…complaining in struggling gramophones
You can at least scratch to break through routes
…to explore options
To lift yourself up
…and be part of the loved
……the loved you so jealously adore
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 17, 2019

HEARTS AND FATHERS

Fathers are not the feathers so fluffy
…with sperm supermakets
Forcing their wares in buildings
…without paying their rent

II
Fathers are not mouths
…with boastful words
…which wake from useless tongue beds
…to order hands to tap their chests
…to brag and drag fame of a built human
…to their cruel stages

III
Fathers are farmers who plant,
…water,
…clear challenging weeds,
…fertilize,
…fight off pests,
And harvest contentment
…when their farms flourish

IV
So Kakaaku,
…go away with your mmusuo
…of calling yourself paapa
…when many unformed bodies curse you
…from gutters with murdering stench
And many destroyed wombs kill you in their deserts
…of barreness

V
Kwame Aponkye
…please shut up
…so you don’t wake the wrath of women
…whose sweat fill seas of suffering
…in tending to your abandoned seeds

VI
Yao Dzakpasu
…don’t even show your face on this day
…lest, your denial breaks from the anger tree
…to flog you like its bothersome pest

VII
This day is not for your likes
It is for the real workers on the field
And for the great hearts
…who tend to some of your mess
…while you annoyingly dress
…like over bloated peacocks
Why some of you own sacks filled with lives,
…only Otwereduampong will know
In your next lives
…you must be born as weeds
…with no chance of choosing shamelessness
…in your built houses of cruelty
You rotten nuts destroying soups of fatherhood!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 16, 2019

FATHERS

Fathers
…fearless farmers who ferry us onto
…fine fields
…to flow in growth

II
Fathers
…fine feathers who fly us farther
…from our fears
…to grow in strength

III
Fathers
…frames which face forces
…flagging our favorites
…Knights in our dreadful nights!
We hail your wondrousness
…in our celebration of you
…this and every day
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 16, 2019

LAMENTATIONS OF A FATHER

I am a root
…a root whose burdening tree
…regards him not
…talk less of its branches
When my pate aches from their carriage
…but I still search the land
…to fetch water and food
…for their flourishing

II
I am like a follower
…that follower who is seen as shadow
…in my hard work
…and seen as a criminal
…in my abandoned duty
…or is it my sheltered night darkness?
What is this secondment role
…in this life stroll?

III
I am like the scrotum
…always backing the love soldier
…I can walk not fast
…lest I bump into my master
…and infuriate some of my meticulous mistresses by aiming a bite
Whoever made me an equal addition
…in my first creation
…surely bought woes for my toes

IV
I am now the pickaxe
…mostly forgotten
…because of the fetching shovel
I am now the wind so infuriating
…even after chasing off monsters of insects
See how the air dances in her praises
…soothing for more comfort

V
There will come a time
…I will rebel!
There will come a time
… I will caution stems to vacate my pate
There will come a time
…I will act me and not the be
…doesn’t it rhyme with an annoying bee? Loved for its honey, hated for its sting!
I am in my demonstration to be noted
…or in this parental love voted!
I also deserve to be doted-
…upon
Noise upon noise
…on my goodness!
The gander and goose always go for hunting
…why do you keep mute
…upon the gander’s arrival
…and hail the goose‘s arrival
…simply because the latter held the game
…and brought it from its cloth
…to show to the world?

VI
If nyankontɔn falls not on the earth
…where will you get the pumped water
…even from the irrigation machine?
Will the greens you see on the earth’s pate
…still be there?
Learn to unlearn the stern
…you’ve domesticated
For feelings abound not
…only in pinks
…but also in dark dark blues!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 15, 2019

ANOTHER’S BEARED ON FIRE?

You sit there
Calling on what is and not fair
Tagging others queer
Pray problems you never steer

II
A bee in another’s bite
…draws laughter
…wait until it turns to you
You follow the sorrow of another
…and party hard today

III
Know troubles hawk like traders
…in their many faces
No house escapes their visits
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 15, 2019

WO TI PUU PUU A…

Sounds sent to my ears
…tell tales of towers trailing my tail
…and riches reaching my wretch
Funny
…how hearts heed to hovering whispers
…and plant need seeds begging for my watering
Ah!
… Wo ti puu puu a
…wɔ bi di wai
…ebia na ɛyɛ obi koobi ase aprapra!

II
There are suns which shine in shock
…there are rains which fall as tears
…there are airs which blow in chases
The far sells many assumptions
…to the straining seer
Sister, please worry not your soul
…wo ti puu puu a
…wɔ bi di wai
…ebia na ɛyɛ obi koobi ase aprapra!

III
Some smiles hide many sorrows
…some laughter echo many aches
…some abilities fence many worries
Some shine act whines to build sleeplessness
…for the head
So brother,
…beat not your spirit
…wo ti puu puu a
…wɔ bi di wai
…ebia na ɛyɛ obi koobi ase aprapra mpanpan
…ɛna eeyi wo ahwiase ahi
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 14, 2019

GBƐGBLƐVI

Your looks book a hook
…that cook a thought
…in my crannies’ nooks
Let me guess
…aiming your hidden arrow
…at my sheltered target?
Try it
…and you’ll see that
…ɛkpɛ lɛ ɛkpɛ dzi
Your teeth are on a happy demonstration?
Gbɛgblɛvi!

II
Many hunts have registered their can’t
…around this game seductive tent
I can name a fallen elephant
…a broken lion
…a bruised tiger
…a wingless eagle
…a dead dog
…a scattered goat
…and a burnt sheep
And you stand there with your shoulder catapult
…and your bow in arrow
…acting dove?
Goliath’s David still remains a book character
…since the Bible’s written end
You come and try it
…and you’ll see that
…ɛkpɛ lɛ ɛkpɛ dzi
Your teeth are on a happy parade?
Gbɛgblɛvi!

III
Your hour can turn sour
Your male can turn pale in a fail so stale
Your smile can easily complain of bile
You baby can carry not the lady you study
…so hard to have
So turn around the bend of the burn
…and run
Because your stone can’t fetch the bone you gauge
Gbɛgblɛvi!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 13, 2019

FAKE FLOWERS

How can you compare fake flowers
…to the real?
…When the latter are durably made
…to stand robotically time’s rotten test
…devoid of feelings?

II
How can you compare touch up and real?
When Odomankomah himself made the former
Is it because the expiration tag draws its line
…in clarity?

III
Didn’t you see Adwoa Tiger
…before her now?
You know
…you know her buttocks
…which now looks like the Kwahu Mountains
…was like pan traa
You know
…you know her breasts
…which now look like standing pawpaws
…were like beaten flat bread
You know
…you know her tiny waist
…was like many folded mats
…each complaining by flapping
…at her every body shake
…competing with her shoulders
And her thighs
…weren’t they almost like her legs?
…They now look like talking singers
…with her every step
Have all her alterations canceled God’s original sculpting of her
…in your mind?

IV
Are your senses numb from an artificial bug?
Can’t you see she went to a body carpenter
…to saw
…plain
…cut and join her parts to reglow?
And check her red carpeting pictures
…as compared to her home casuals
…don’t you see the work of a body painter on her body’s display?
…Fake eye lashes showing the “wo na” sign
…insulting the Most High with her every blink
Bold colours
…sitting on pouting lips
…some riding on the back of her eyes
…like demonic knights in blinking gallops
And paints
…plastering smooth her uneven skin
Gyata claws
…suffocating her mouse chewed nails
And her nkuri-nkuri hair
…skillfully concealed under some dead Indian woman’s hair
Where did I go wrong to stand a comparison
…with a living caricature?
… I mean a human picture parody
…your pressure of beauty definition manufactured?

IV
Please
…worship in her temple all you want
…but make me no dirt
…with her artificial build
I have known suns and rains and airs
…and tasted days
…which threw me on months
…which in turn threw me onto years
Each pulling my skin to a fall
…a graceful fall
I have no shame to show
…only blessings
And I’ll be damned
…so very damned
If I stand you looking down
…on my setting sun
…as it throws its beautiful glow
…into a bye
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 12, 2019

HEARTBEATS

I feel
…I feel your finger-breaths
…counting your heartbeats in seconds
…holding mine to sync yours
I easily count your every blink

2.
I know
… I know every corner of your body
…just as an explorer and her familiar map
…and I know your body rap
…the sounds of your goosebumps
…the horn of your coming

3.
I love
… I love the feel of your skin
…the crown of your king
…the ring of your whole
…the line of your hidden hesitation
…the shape of your mouth
…the nape of your south
…the wriggle of your tickle
Oh the shine in your smile
…and the melody in your laughter

4.
Your soul Bluetooths me your distress
…and your happiness
Your spirit text-messages me your needs
…and your givings
Your body Whatsups me your yearnings
…and your earnings
Your head emails me your thoughts
…and your lots
Your eyes tweet me your love
…and your care
So what can I do?

5
We seem like a pair of peas in a pod
We seem like a twin tuber on a cassava stick
We are like same keys on a keyholder
We seem like a happy picture in a skilled painting
But the closer we are
…the harder we bleed
…the harder we bleed
…the weaker we wane
…the weaker we wane
…the sicker we become
A love like death in a far beauty
…and a close ugliness
Oh how sad
…sad that this head
…holds the reigns of her heart
And whips it to a stop
…always
…at the peak of surrender
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 11, 2019

MUNAFIKIS

Wait and check!
Is she in yet?
She might be
…with her grains of gossips
…on her public pan
Pleading patronizers perfect or porting
Akeka-muna-
…fiki, fiki, fiki, fiki

II
Wait and survey!
Is he in yet?
He must be
…with his Nsawam Road mouth
…and Tema Motorway tongue
…where no vehicular news escapes passage
…before reaching destinations
…beyond his Accra sphere
…safely or otherwise
Nseku-nsheku!
… Hwirim hwirim hwrim hwirim!

III
Their talents are so amazing!
How they grow their digital eyes to see beyond all
…painting scenes to be beyond perfect,
How they expand their eardrums
…from the normal to that of elephants
…hearing breaths of falling pins,
How they discipline their toes
…to soundlessly carry their bodies
…in Inspector Bediako skills
Beat me all the time!

IV
They sure endure impure and pure
…they sure need cure in law and lure
They sure conjure
…the there, unthere and dead
They sure can build
…other skins to fit
They definitely are rumournisters
…no rumour runway knows not their touches
They sure endure impure and pure

V
Check your grounds
…before opening the doors of your mouth
You know the human Bluetooths
…always on in work
Scan your near to clear the hear fear
The Zenders don’t care about your privates
…much less your publics
Those human tetɛphones
…are spirits in myths
…moving through unsent human veins
They sure are
…ghosts who exist within our midst
And you so know it
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 10, 2019

IN OUR WAR

Lord
It’s been a while
I’ve gone miles with smiles without your dial
Hosting your bitter bile
…in my heart’s file
As thoughts pile on talking tiles
What do you say?

II
God
I have traveled abroad your favour hoarding
Cruising in peace I can afford
…in your danger Ford
Should I expect your anger rod
…or scissors severing your cord?
Is there any?

III
Nyame
I always hear you bought me
…so have got me
…even in my rot
Do you still feel me in your cot?
I forget I am but a dot
…my hot can’t hurt your lot
Are you still struggling with my mind’s knot?
You made it
…didn’t you?

IV
I find you behind my find
…as shadow in a hollow
… I, like a rabbit, burrowed
Your empire as hell’s fire
…chasing in my acquire
…with needs dire
…breaking in at my will
So take many seats back

V
Your empty promises
…culminated into my many crosses
Your many mays
…pushed me to my detested strays
I am what you created
…story story
I am who I think
…knowing you not
I give you this though
…your pen did write deep in my heart
…for you to still gather alphabets
…into a piece
…to birth, even today

VI
Continue to glow in my flow
Continue to control my stroll
Continue to blow your airs on my sores
I am abroad your favour hoarding
And I am so comfy
…so very comfy
…without your umbrella
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 9, 2019

FREEDOM

Let us use the pot of sense
…to go fetch the river of knowledge
…for the dreaded visitor called relativity
…is coming with his trick sticks
…anuanom

II
A chicken caught in the evil forest
…and kept under the umbrella of an armpit
…might be a lucky one no matter the dancing heat
…and aromatic stench
Why?
…Because it can be meal for a thousand and one
…of forest mouths

III
So find no fault in freedom
…if you’ve not drunk from the sense pot
But know,
…there are sanes in freedom
…still, there are chains
There is a beauty in freedom
…still, there are the uglies
There is liberty in freedom
…still there is anarchy
So vary in candid, our caught and left be
For human freedom is honey with beedom
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 8, 2019

ƐBRƆ

Sucking sights
Sulking steps
Whirling walks
Sickening stomach
Headaches holding hammer
…hitting my head
Why do you do this to yourself?

II
Didn’t you tell me?
Didn’t you tell me
…forgetfulness resided in its potion?
Didn’t you assure me?
Didn’t you assure me the hurdles
…will fold their mats
…and leave my body?
So why are headaches adding to my hurdleaches?

III
Wɔfa Badu, be brave and break out of the bottle
Shame aims its spear
…when your consciousness reappears
And you become a peacock
…who acted pig in unconsciousness
Your dirty clothes serving as hard evidence
…getting your guilt gun loaded
…to shoot your ego
…followed by your self esteem

IV
Just break free
Break free from the bottle
Which kneads you into a shame so lame
…and bakes you in its stomach
…to tropi you into a nothing

V
The claws of your nsa lord is more fearful
…than the paws of a lion
Stop being its game o Wɔfa Badu!
Because your schooling
… I know
…will give a failing certificate
…at your graduation in life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 7, 2019

FOR A SUNNY SUDAN

The flesh of foul
…reasonably rots on roosters
Even cowardly cobras
…backed into corners
…bare their fangs and bite
…a fight to live
Al needed to be Bashed to Heed
…fair enough

II
Isn’t it a pure waste
…if stinking soup is washed off feeding bowls
…and its remains still stay in mothering public pots?
Isn’t it odd for blood to succeed watery rots
…in high basins
…carried by crying hands
…and kept by praying hopes?
So why the chaos?

III
Why is a Janjaweed clone
…juggling genocide
…where freedom, justice and peace call?
Why?
Why are bombs and bullets breaking bests,
…buying bets
…and building banishable barnacles
…in blossoming barns?
Why?
Why are the voices of Alaa Salah
…and her great others
…thrown to unwanted winds?
Why?
Why are wishes of wearied wombs and empty stomachs
…neglected in a demonstrating Ramadan?
Why?
Why plant hopelessness in the sky of hope
…forcing the latter to be lightning
…which accompanied a passing thunder?
Oh why?

IV
As the bereaved brave back tears to breathe
As frantic eyes turn eagles
…in search of their lost,
As needs force cues in diverse hues,
As aggrieved ghosts shout from Darfur,
…South Kodofan
…right to the Nile,
As the hurt wince in emotions
…physical and psychological
…from Buri
…and many sore parts of the Sudan body
Be no beastial barricades
Oh transitioners!

V
Please look
…through the eyes of your guns
…to see the heart of artists on walls of Khartoum
Please look
…through the lenses of your machetes
…to see the fears of doctors
…with the fevers of the sick
…in yonder yearning for lonely hospitals
…which have turned battlefields
…but still beg for touches of healings
…and just deaths
Please look
…to see the shivers of the weak
…as they look through the mirrors of horrors
…in your knighting shift
…and prevent your knighthood from turning nightmares
Look to know the heart of the people
…to kill the greed continuum
…brewing in the leading pot
For you’re Kushites
…Kushites from the Kingdom of Kush
Nubian regals!
Let power hold no daggars
…to destroy a fertile ground
…awaiting seeds of development
Eyes of Africa
…are not only meant to flow seas of tears
…which sink boats of efforts
So prove the world wrong
…with a just
…and amicable transition
For a sunny Sudan
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 6, 2019. Edited by Koku Dotse

POWER

Power pulls persons
…with pure promises
…from pious paths
…to perishings

II
Sad
…since sincerities stick to see
Sick
…since supporters stand in sures
Shocking
…since softened sardines turn sharks to shred

III
Like lost leaks
…lookers learn in leans
…then learn to leach
…in launching leagues longingly latented

IV
Poor prisoners priding in pens!
Sorry saints sinking in sins!
Lazy lakes locked by leaves!
A custody chaotic!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 6, 2019

BROSALAH

There is a beauty in seeing peacocks
…living happily with fowls
There is a beauty
…in seeing winds
…carry happy sands
There is a beauty
…in moons pairing suns
…at the rise of one and the fall of the other
There is a beauty,
…a beauty of one sky being shared by both
…at right times

II
When Muna serves Mary a meal
…during Salah
And Robert serves Alhassan a meal
…when it is Bronya
Peace develops butterflies in its stomach
…into flutters of love
For God is a shared being
…one no one owns
…one everyone owns
…one no one zones
…and one everyone zones
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 5, 2019

YOUR FEATHERS

As I look through this glass of ridiculousness
And chuckle through this surprise of your shamelessness
I’m left with no words to describe your kind

II
Your ego sits on the highest stool of your king
Thanks to your born feathers of riches
So you call that sweet soul –
…your dog
And call those skilled hands-
…your foot mat
Now you want to employ me as what?
…your decorative cup?
And you pride at your bargain?

III
Take off your feathers of wealth
…one at a time
And get into the clothes of your dog
If you’re able to contain even three feet
…in your foot mat’s stead
I will consider you
…a germinating human bean
…oh you were expecting a being?
Agya!

IV
If you’re born on an anthill
…treat not those who need to dig clay
…as your fooling tools
They’ll live way better
…in thrills
…in awesomeness
…in do-it-your-selfness
If they so wish
So use your wealth to buy some manners
From the store of common sense
You nyansazeroist!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 5, 2019

DRESS TO BE ADDRESSED

Daring to dress to draw darts
…to get drawns to drool
…needs a different discipline
For doolittles will drool
…maybe dent while drafting
So carry your cunny in what your hurry can marry

II
If you flaunt to haunt
…the haunted will fight
…a flight for the hots
…a hump in a fit
Because eyes can look
…but can’t keep
…minds surely will know and can’t hoard
…bodies surely will need
…and will need the needs to feed
Even in cases where fear blocks
…mouths might mount mild moans
So carry your cunny in what your hurry can marry

III
It is a stubborn itch that calls for a sore through a scratch
It is a smelly sore that calls for a hot balm
…and or flies
Overscented nectar hunts noses
…from far and wide
Just like stinking corpses call vultures
So carry your cunny in what your hurry can marry

IV
There is no hungry mouth
…whose hand will see a ripe fruit
…in a careless desert
…and leave it be
So carry
…by all means do carry what you must
…but your dos must embrace the don’ts
…they exhume
…from the buried coffins of desire
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 4, 2019

CAUGHT

You can step on charcoal unlighted
…and crush its darks
…showing the sameness of its skin and intestines
But prepare for the flaming coal!

II
You can smooch the cat
…hold its mouth and throw it off
…sack it up and hit it dead
…into your meat
But prepare for the lion
…even worse, the mothering lioness!

III
It is only in the river you can swim naked
…with no scalding
Try soaking in the boiling drum
…mating fire
…heating its spittle

IV
You’re naught but a bloated ego!
You’re naught but a lost pride!
You’re naught but a fool bought
…with its own fooling currency
If you feel too wise
…you definitely will one day greet a goat
…at the full glare of your grinning enemies
Imagine the flashes of your bragging in your mind
…as you look behind to meet their ridiculing view
…and there and then, the goat responds
…pumɛɛɛ!
Ajei!
…that will hurt
…sores on soul
You know those never heal
…right?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 3, 2019

VINDICTIVE

He wanted his rod
…in her pod
…thrusting in “Oh my Gods”
And couldn’t, so got bored
…and bitterness stored
…to be dished out when he could afford

II
The perfect time came
When he saw her hassled
…by the bow legged man
He watched as she struggled like a fowl
…almost caught as the val in a festi
She called for help
…but he just folded his arms in a relaxation watch
Using all her strength to push him,
…the bow legged man fell and comatosed
…to her horror and his shock
He then acted shadow under the dark

III
Handcuffers got her
The court ordered for proof
…or she forfeits her comfortable roof
So she mentions his name as her witness
He was brought in
…his confidence holding a vindictive machete
He readily murdered her innocence
…in cold blood
None saw the cruel dancing victory
…on his eyeballs
All they saw was her fear at ‘being caught’
…when her soul was only mourning her innocence

IV
That was how
Adwoa Menkah ended up a prisoner
…for life
After the bow legged man died
And Kusi vanished
…after the trial
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 2, 2019

YOU DREAM

You’re a dream
…a dream I don’t want to soil
…with the touch of reality
You’re a stream
…a stream I don’t want to swim in
…with my dirty insanity
You’re a cream
…a cream I only want to smell
…to leave it full till my flight of soul
You’re a beam
…a beam I need to flash
…in my lonely musings
So stay
…stay as you are
Tempt me not to stain
…stain your purity with my germs
For you are the gem I need to light up
On this stage of life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 1, 2019