LET YOUR HEART TELL ME

You
…yelling your yearnings
…like thunders troubling and tormenting
You
…pleading with persons
…like a beggar brutalized by a brutal beast
…seeking sympathy
You
…dressing in duress
…feeling a fault
…courting my court
All you need is to let it speak for itself
…to mine –
Your heart

II
There is a language of sincerity
That truthful hearts exude
On tickets of actions
…and slates of body language
So let your heart speak
…let it speak to mine
To see if there is a pairing factor

III
You can’t kneel while your heart sleeps
When mine waits for a signal
You can’t wail while my heart sails
…on ships of doubts
So wake it –
…your heart
And let it speak
…and read its own performance
…in a feeling of failure
…or pass in my complex heart
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 19, 2019

MO NNUE – (For the family of the Takoradi girls)

There is nothing painful
Like hope dangling by the minute
…followed by uncertainties the next minute
…then fear of loss in another minute
Ah ɛnanom, agyanom ne anuanom
…mo nnue mmowai!

II
It was such a long scary road
…in the vehicle of despair
It was such a heart wrenching journey
…and you were served unfair
It was painful clouds on your skies which took so long to clear
…with their angry thunders
…and deceptive lightning
Which all came down on your roofs in desperate rains
…and turned swords of hurt
…to wound your hearts
Even we, as onlookers, are shedding bloody tears
Who can doubt your trauma?
Ah ɛnanom, agyanom ne anuanom
…mo nnue o!

III
Even after being served bodies
…after losing their breaths
Many a mourners have cursed their souls
…and God
I have been there
…I know
Even after battling fair sicknesses and losing
Many a mourners have shut themselves in rooms of pain
…I so know
…because I’ve felt it
Losing healthy lasses you’ve toiled to raise
…into teens and young adults
Not through sicknesses
…but bad weeds in the nation
…and having authorities fail you in your hard trust
Must be like bullets being fired on innocent bodies
Ah ɛnanom, agyanom ne anuanom
…mo nnue o!

IV
Yes, your minds will travel through torture
Self blame –
…for not trading all you had to save their lives
Heart bleeds
…for not knowing the suffering served them
…before they turned dishes on death plates
Hurt
…because your nation failed to save your own
Afraid
…of losing the others that remain your rocks
Sadness –
…for being the powerless life keepers of your beloved
And scarred
Never ever to forget the loss that pain dug into huge wounds
But try a forgiveness of self
…try thinking of death as the destination we will all reach
…and dodge remembrance
…even if it means humming a tune
Ah ɛnanom, agyanom ne anuanom
…mo nnue o!

V
You’re not alone in your mourning
Yours is a shared mourning
…all citizens cursing with you
Yours is a national disgrace
…that all leaders dread has happened
You’ve been wronged
You’ve been so wronged
But be strong
Ah ɛnanom, agyanom ne anuanom
…mo nnue!
…mo nnue o!
Na mo nhyɛden!
So the angels will find rest
…through your strength
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 18, 2019

Failed! – TO THE ELITES

You’re roosters who have lost their crows
To the snorts of pigs
Who mislead your people
Into wriggling in dirt
You’re the roosters who peck on everything unimportant
Leaving dire issues rotting like unattended sores
You’re herbs which have turned useless leaves
Failing to heal your nation’s sicknesses
Yet demanding for undeserving ovation
What is the importance of toothpaste
If it can freshen no mouth after brushing?
You’ve failed on the sail as navigators to our right destinations

II
You have the strength to win the masses
And check the wealth politicians amass
To help in building comfortable classes
And cut short all the dubious religious ritual mass
So we can shame poverty with our hippy glasses
Yet you sit like scattered weeds
…used as grammar show-humans
…to validate media channels
…with few followers
As worthless thinkers steal your thunders
…and act Gods in suits that define your formality
And send you straight to the gutters of no attention

III
As some of you chase meat in skirts of your mentees
And some of you brag like rags needing to convince
…their land owners that they’re no trash
As some kill challengers with threats of failure and no promotion
And some turn hands of the corrupt to loot
As some turn indifferent fishes
Swimming to other nations to act lotuses
And all of you live like different plants on separated lands
The years run without stops
And our failure spreads like cancerous canker
…branding us hopeless

IV
Can’t you all come together
And be a Pearl Asiamah
To battle nonsensical lords planting false yams
In the minds of the populace
Branding them useless to the cause of development?
Can’t you all lead a tutoring on mandates of the electorate?
Can’t you all leave your head swells
And join the war of poverty
And its ills of xenophobia
…brain drain
…monstrous epidemic
…hunger
By fighting the soldiers of corruption?
Aren’t you failed navigators on our ailing seas?

V
A master should be the duster of clustered idiocy in unblessed minds
A master should be an activist for rights of the vulnerable
A doctor must help heal the ills of the society
A professor must be the prophet of the people
…leading them through the right path
…identifying threats that will harm
An Emeritus must be an advisor on the boards of rulers
As degree holders act apprentices in their work shoes
But you’re theoritical bosses in practical fright
Most of you wanting to join the looting
You’re inventors in name, deedless in deed
You have failed
You have oh so failed
Your books were nothing but fraud makers
Whose teachings are only own greed
…and nothing more
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 17, 2019

ANGER

Anger can push you from success town
To the broken hut of a ridiculed clown
Anger can make you slip from the apex of respect
To the stinking feet of disrespect
Anger has caused many to fall from the mountain of gain
Into the ditch of disdain
Fence well your anger
…in a barn of control
…before it monstrously destroys your hard earned reputation

II
Anger is a demon
…which blinds in summon
Anger is like poison
…which knocks out the engine of reason
Anger is a bush fire
…which burns all that farmers acquire
…with hard work
Anger is like boiling water
…which has freshly lost its fire
Guguru-guguru-guguru until air calms it
…then it realizes it is part of the ordinary water family
There, nothing can erase the shame of loud pomposity
…when it was in its boiler
Nothing can reverse any burns it might have caused
Kill your anger before it kills
…your bright

III
So let ears help in closing
…when annoyances pass their mark
Let eyes help in diversion
…when sight sights a spark
Let legs help in walking
When fury hurry in building
To check the spread of the fire
…which wires to destroy revered personalities
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 16, 2019

SPEAK OUT

Sometimes clouds of sadness can form in our minds
Sometimes thunders of fears will blast through it
As Will lights to die in an ill lightning
When you reach that point
…SPEAK OUT

II
If you don’t
The sadness will rain down your inner
…and flood your body
Drowning your soul and killing your spirit
Leaving no room for your body to survive
So please do the needful
…SPEAK OUT

III
There is nothing unsolvable
There is nothing beyond human
There is no problem shared unheard
And fallibility includes vulnerability
So SPEAK OUT
By all means REACH OUT
Do your best to LET OUT
Any depression suppressing your expression
And forcing an impression of a no way out

IV
You are more than you think capable
So share a problem
…to offload
So you can be lighter to walk
…until you reach life’s final destination
…gracefully
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 15, 2019

THE STENCH OF YOUR NEEDS

You tripped on the stone of my warmth
…and landed in the lair of my love
Seeing nothing but darkness above
You say you can’t find your way out
I know it’s hard to find that way out
…but try

II
Your tears are flooding my abode
…man tears lack charm in a plea bargain
…where harm is armed with a damn
And hearts without light
…see none to pity

III
Bluntness is my bullet
…hoping to bail your interest with a death
Cruelty is my gift
…changing your memories into hatred
…then forgetfulness
…hopefully
Only weak hearts die
…in an unrequited love battle

IV
Strength is carrying your pain
…making it no bane
…to your attention strain
Strength is your smiles
…in all your yearning miles
…hiding needs like piles
…situated at CCTVless parts
…of the body

V
Love is a chain of hunting
…as the sheep hunts grass
…and the wolf hunts sheep
…as the lion hunts wolf
…and human hunts lion
Only lucky ones get fair chances
…of hunting themselves in equal halves
…to later merge in a determined pledge

VI
So find your way out
…please find your way out of my lair
You are no food I wish to taste
…neither is your blood water
…I need for a thirst quench
All I smell is the stench of your needs
…marring the success of my hunt
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 14, 2019

AKUTIABƆ

Ei akutia?
Akutia a ɛmmaa nnipa ntatia
…tiatia Kwaku Nketia anuonyam so
…wɔ Obo Nkwantia maa krom hɔ nkɔnkɔn-mpete susɔ no sɛɛ sɔ sɔ sɔ sɔ
…yɛɛ n’abrabɔ pasaa no?
Abena Amoafowaa Jemremedua, Agowa dɔ ba
…me mma no nka me kaba
…na abɛka me sliiti

Ib
Ɛyɛ ɔbɔdamfoɔ na etumi ne mframa bɔ kasatwɛdeɛ amansan ani so
Ɛyɛ ohufoɔ na ɛbɔ nsɛmyaw adegya
…wɔ mmerɛ a n’abodin ataadeɛ wɔ hɔ
Nsɛm a enni din nhia akataesia anaa abrantepa biara ntwiee
…wɔ kwan biara so
Sɛ wo ma akutia asowa a
…na ɛko tia tia wo faahodee so

II
Wobɛtumi ahyɛ nsɛmhunu m’ataade agu me pioto so
…ahyɛ no me kro-chia
…de m’asomdeɛ apii ne so
Wo pɛ a, bɔ mɔdin kyerɛ no m’akyia yie
…na kyerɛ no me nne
Sɛ me din aanfam ho a
…ɛneɛ na w’ato opete tuo
…wɔ brɛ a China ni biara ngyina hɔ
Me din bɔ ho mpo n’aɛdaa ne sɛn?

III
Ɛyɛ babasu-hu na ɛkyikyiri ammodin bɔ ahiyie ho
Ɛyɛ oniadeyɔ na ɛsɛye ne mmrɛ
…keka nsɛmtwie de gye gye ntɔkwa hunu
Enti wo dane wo ho kraman bɔdamfuo a
Mɛ dane me ho adukrom dua kɛseɛ
Ama w’apɔ wo wowowowo asɛi w’anum ntasuo kwa

IV
Ɔkraman a onni seɛ
…na ɛpɔ kyɛre wɔ n’ataafo anim
Akutia ne nan o
…na m’ama n’awura m’adwen mu
…n’ankampɛsɛ abɛtiatia m’ahotɔ so –
…onua
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 13, 2019

HWAN HWAN BITTERS AND CREAMS

Ia
Ogya de gya!
…me de awɔ no!
M’adi apagya!
…me de aka no!
M’atu mu dɛ
…me de akyerɛ no!
Wɔma bebree paepae ansa na wadro abɔ
Agya-nyaneno ne ɛna-twimu ma me bebrebe no
…nyinaa yɛ nsu brane
…a ɛtɔ dum ayaase abaa mu gya
So STOP it!

Ib
If your flex
With your ex
During sex
…flopped and ended in a vex of the perplexed
Leaving you with a complex
Look for the BEST habits in nature
To nurture your broken factor
And not a deadly lighter which will get you to an apex
And drain you senseless

II
Going for alomo
…to seek some promo
Superman bitters
…to show your powers
Buying Atiamo
…to boost the hormones
Tramol in boosters
…to temporarily rule as a rooster
Jamaican stone
…for a temporal bone
Are sure ways of killing your jack

III
Make do with your little fire
…instead of seeking to more acquire
Even gums bleed in a violent brushing
Those sacks may have no mouths to speak
And may have no powers to open their pods, as knives help cocoa pods, to show
…their hurts
So STOP it!

IIIb
Many a man have huge and long sticks
But know not how to steer them
Power lies in knowing the self
…and how to hold your steer in driving
You owe no woman’s impressions
…in your bedmatical expressions

IV
It is true horny is healthy
…but induced horny can lead to seduced Tuesday weeding
So live out your best
…in your loving quest
If your enough can’t stuff your half
Many passionate souls hide in your fancy
Dig out and wear your size
It is better than housing a dead part
…on a bitter and frustrating journey till death
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 13, 2019
Inspired by Dr. Akosua Abdallah

MY MUSIC VIDEO (18+)

Shea buttered melanic bodies display
Scantily clad at the junction of stickdom
Some faces needfully smileless
Other faces hopefully smileful
Some waists twirling
Some hard buttocks twerking
As I sing

II
I ring the ding to dong like a gong
I am the tongue to bless with a song
I need your wriggle to shed your ego
So I can lotto a win in your bingo
So let muscles dance
Give giggling flat breasts a hopping chance
And I will sprinkle the cash
Your heart needs in a rush

Ib
Eyes open in wild need
Mouths open in needy feed
Six packs act sea waves
Moving into greed caves
As men turn dogs on fours
Surrendering in invitation for my tours
As I sing

III
Show me the holes you can burrow
Show me the strength I can borrow to shoot sorrow
In its daunting hollow
Let toes sow rows of excitement
To get to act as incitement
In my decision of your selection
For this is a competitive election
With me having the sole womandate

Ic
Hands climb poles to hold
Sending signals of egos sold
Some act shivering and cold
As others approach so bold to hold
Wriggling like kankabi
I still sing with a chuckle

IV
I will give you soil to grow your trees
I will rain you slimes to aid your crimes
I will rear you bees to protect your hes
And sing in moans to your swinging rhymes
So dance in a sweaty harvest

Id
Beasts wake in stretches
Even their sole eyes visible
Some beg in their wretches
I get up to taunt the terrible
My kente and dansikran regally decorating my shine into intimidation
As hands beg for relief for their third legs
A slap on each’s buttocks
A whip on standing snakes with lone eyes in needy dancing rhythm
That is a script well flipped
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 12, 2019

AFTER SHE KILLED HERSELF

She built an iron fence with jealousy
In her loving fallacy
She grew her beast with ecstacy
To chase all potential rivals
Her fearsomeness always trended to scare
Filling the barrel of her husband’s hatred
Even so, that horse was only driven to tame in days’ faces
His pleasure whip got satisfied
…every other night
Until her stalking drove her into a motor accident
On one no-nonsense day
Landing her into the ditch of death

II
At her funeral
Many of her replacement represented in a “Rest of an Arrest” clothes
Eyes of her husband so starry and happy
Like the clearest sky with a full moon
The competition made him feel like a chief
Even when her corpse had not been tasted by inland tongue
And was still hot
On the plate of land

III
If she had taken her marriage certificate to death town
It would have been fair
But the marriage was broken even before her casket got closed
And her man happily celebrated
His third leg standing attentive
…all through her service

IV
Isn’t it unfair that a graduant who worked that hard
Failed so miserably in loss?
Just that night, her husband’s bed was graced
…thrice
At different places of her former home
In a month of three
She was replaced
…societal justification for the occasion:
…her children

V
So live like you want
Love you more than a hurting attachee
For we take our individual selves there
Yes there
In death as we were brought forth in birth

VI
Marriage was no ticket to come here
Neither will it be a ticket to go there
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 11, 2019

W’ABEN

Sɛ yɛ ka sɛ obi aben a
Obimanso no
…atitiriw fo hwehwɛ no
…sua firi ne hɔ
Nanso ɛha yi
Amanfo hyɛ ɔtan wɔ aniberɛ kukuo mu
…de si ahoɔyaw gya so
…de homhom fi dane papa
…bɔ mu sɛɛ huu huu huuu
De gu abenfo ho fi

II
Enti yɛ bɛ yɛ dɛn aduru nkɔsuɔ kwan so?
Yɛ firi he na y’akɔto nkɔsoɔ anansesɛm?
Yɛ bɛ gyina he apopa ohia mfifire?
Okuani biara nni hɔ otwitwa ne nnɔbae pa guo
…na ogyina nwura de di akuafohene

III
Asowaasowa a ɛwɔ nyansa ti pɔ no
…entie wɔ badwen-nsakrayɛ kwan so
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 23, 2019

FAIR IN CARE

Some shave
…and their skins behave
Some shave
…and their skins rave
…bumps
…sores
…scars
Know your skin
…the razor to use
…and the hair to shed to curb rebellion
…after its dump
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 10, 2019

UNDER A MESS

The elders did say
Those who host our hands in their mouths
Need no hit on their pates
In fact, I posit that
Care routes must be taken
To even tickle as a giggle can mean a bite
It is a mess that dresses in a curse even for the blessed

II
To hit a head, a hand must work
To hold anything, a hand must work
How can a head think of rebellion
When a hand is in the prison of a mouth?

III
So the strong ends up stooging
The weak ends as rags
The righteous ends up disabled
When the mouth which imprisons a hand
Is a beast who cheats at the least chance
Such a sad state for any soul in bait
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 9, 2019

FOREVER A DEVIANT

If you lose sleep to keep a hope
…of my swinging slope
…from deviancy to your earth God cope
Then you need a potent dope
If not, you’ll forever mope
Because I will forever be a deviant

II
Show me the cross
And I’ll turn boss to use it as seat
For many to carry
My legs, free from the walking worry

III
Living in times past
Using another’s suffering to lock your passions
Throwing the keys into the dungeons of regret
Guarded by hungry lions of fear
Is no style I wish to wear
I live forever a deviant

IV
If my body calls for tickling treasures
I will sit on shamelessness
And freely descend the stairs of passion
Exploring every cave every hair on my body saves
To arrest your blinks and harden your demons for your shrinks
I live forever a deviant

V
If my mouth calls for a drink to my livers shrink
I will sit on societal scares
And wheel myself into every drum
…hosting akpet
…walabelee
…apio
Call it whatever
If an asadweam will be my new name
I sure will embrace it
What will wreck me?
Dancing dressless with the naked air?
Drying deadly sweats and calling lost sleep to pores
…no matter which floor calls as bed?
Eyes watching to record for their fingers and mouths
To do hawking of me
And want shame as fee
…after?
Forget it
I live forever a deviant

VI
Whatever badness is in your conventions
I am refurbishing
Because those who preach your cross
Mostly preach crap which scrap off the map leading to the tap of wisdom and
Are also those who drink the blood in dissatisfaction
Turning mosquitoes to further feast on the crowd
Ha!
Those who preach “no adultery”
Are those who mostly use many owned holes hiding in their pulpits
…massaging and shiver biting
To orgasmically force their shouting of disbelief on their congregation
Blinded and bound by threats of some books
Creating holes on our pots to drain our lot
I will forever live a deviant!

VI
So let me live my deviancy
Smoking my intestines out in realism
Blasting my enemies off
In a sanity I build
I am living my awesome deviance

VII
For I will build my God to act ladder to climb to God
I will build my don’ts to work my dos in a comfort I feel
I have shed the skin of the dictated
And now live in the skin of the dictating
I see death’s womb right there
And you call for self arrest into some dubious religious cage?
Forget it
I am living forever a deviant
In my own deviation
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 8, 2019

1, 2, 3, 4 and A, B, C, D, E

I. Respect
2. Kindness
3. Progress
4. Love

II
A. Care
B. Tenderness
C. Trust
D. Consideration
E. Love

III
You give me 1 and I’ll give you 2
We can both work 3 to get to 4
That is my 1, 2, 3, 4 of fairness

IV
You give me A in a 1 and I’ll give back 1 in an A
We’ll arrive at B through the doors of 2
And use 3 to get to 4
And through careful thoughts in C get to D
…then E
That is my 1, 2, 3, 4 and A, B, C, D, of my E

V
There are no familiar zones for short cuts
There is no millennial room for cheating
There are no traps to take bribes
And there’ll be no military for coups
The clear line is like one drawn by a perfect architect
And hosts the competition with a never resting sun
Only the first to get here
Gets to the bottom of my E
As all others gain their 4 in a fair fight
Fairly unfair, I know
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 7, 2019

AFRICA’S HEROIC VILLIAN – For Robert Mugabe

Men are made great when their
…Upclimb shines bright under
…Grave circumstances
…Affecting the unfortunate positively, after
…Beating tragedy
…Emancipating all from a fall

Ib
You, like the promised, fell into this bracket
You were like great eyes sent to a Samaria
…to sanitize into sainthood
But you turned water
…which stayed in one pot too long
Stinking and blocking nostrils
Forcing mouths in hail to curse you out

II
You started perfectly:
Harmonizing colours to coexist
You proceeded in great planning
…taking what belonged to the land for those of the land
Your flaw was not equipping the latter
…to fit into the steps
…you created with your rightful evictions
And you should have known the angry clouds you sent up
Would turn monstrous rains to fall on you
And your people

IIb
You could have saved some of your heroic deeds
If you had descended the stairs of ruling
Into the room of advisors and or critics
I guess the food of power is like cocaine
Only the bravest among the brave weans
…from its addiction

III
All the unfair:
The Ndebele massacre in the Matabeleland Cleansing
The 2008 blood, among the many others,
…spilled to keep your grasp of power intact
The cruelty of closed ears
…to the cries of the masses
Right to the selfishness of blindness
…to the suffering of your people
Oh who can forget the back to zero choice of an alien currency
After you uprooted roots of alien plants from your soil?
All these villainized your heroic golden periods
Turning your sweetness sour
That you acted tick to stay in the hair of your people
For almost decades of four
Destroyed your image in the eyes of even your great sages

IV
The fog of your overstay
That clogs your greatness in beastial gutters of minds
Forces many to curse you into unwakeable sleep
In place of blessing you to rise in ancestorhood

V
I am sure anger chases you, in insincere hearts, like a stranger
From your own maternal manger
Since some have fists of vengeance
And many hold sticks of annoyance
With others holding guns of bitterness
In your hound
I will join the rememberers of your greatness
And bid you farewell
Hoping you rest well
Knowing your positive revolution and its symbolisms to Africa’s cause
So you help build the fort of power
Should your soul host another body in a travel back
For we still need courageous souls
Amidst the terrorisms and xenophobia
And the familiar corruption you so contributed to
May your Fierce Soul Rest in Warriorhood
Even as your spirit weeds the path of hatred
…for your travel back
…into the mouth of the earth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 6, 2019

CLEANER

The fingers traveling through the Korley Gonno of the nose
The hand weeding through the hidden land of the waist
The finger sweeping out debris of the eyes
Those hands blocking guttered whirlwind of sneezes from the nose and mouth
Those same hands scooping sweats in rains to a skin dryness
Ah the hands getting wet from the parting and holding
…for your wayside weeweeing
Why do you extend that for a greeting
When you know many germs are home to our body shedding?

II
Be self aware
In this mingling midst
Be others conscious
In this polite seeking mode
Be considerate to others comfort
We are densely hypocritical
… I know
Because dirt is what we are
But dirt is what we fear
Still, dirt can drive us faster to tombs
Than we did get into wombs
So try a cleaner you
For a saner we
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 6, 2019

YOU’D HAVE BEEN EIGHT TODAY

With every tick of the clock
The approach of your birthday
Dawns and overshadows me
Like a cloud taking over a warm sun
Your deep dimpled smiles and giggles
Acting background song
Tickling my sadness
Wetting my pillow

II
You wanted me to be a me
Who smiles to let you see
From a distant world
I hope I am building that pride in you
In wherever fate keeps as your resting place
The tears have turned occasional
Flowing on a day like today
When your birth crumps cut through my womb
With scissors of rememberance
To hurt
A day like today, your birthday
When the throat builds a fence to block everything liquid and solid
A day like today
When sanity takes a leave for insanity to rule
But I still live awesomely
Like the proud mother you knew

III
I keep thinking about the height you might have attained
I keep thinking of the weight you might have gained
I keep fantasizing on the speech you might have added
Your gestures and your delays
But the many a pain that might have strained your gains
Brake with nostalgic gratitude at your rest

IV
I miss you so much
Though I feel lighter that you’ve conquered pain
I love you so much
But I am grateful
Thinking of the better place you are
Days stretch the ways of pain
And I hope to get there
To that place, where your thoughts dig smiles
Instead of tears

V
Keep resting well my love
Keep shining bright my sun
Keep watching over my knight
Keep keeping track of my deeds my teacher
As I work to brighten your smiles
And go miles to fetch your laughs
In felicitation
Till we meet on the stage of our world beyond earth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 5, 2019

SHUT ME DOWN FOR A MINUTE

I have been on for so long
…ki ki kikim
…gi di gigim
My oil has run out due to friction
My strength has zapped due to exhaustion
With critics piling their meanings
…on my doings
I am back at zero in productivity
So help shut me down
…like a computer
…only for a moment

II
Rest is a healing for the bruises of the heart
Rebooting is a thrilling for the needs of the mind
Clicking is a filling of the feelings of our soul
…worn by their spirits
So help shut me down
…like a computer
…only for a moment

III
For I am drowning in tiredness
I feel empty of will
I am spent in love
…looking at the over familiar face of life
I am weary with work
…my boldness arrested by the coldness of hate
So help shut me down
…like a computer
…only for a moment

IV
Shut me down
…please shut me down
Only for a moment
So I can rewake in a remade
…of brightness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 4, 2019

HOW DID UBUNTU FAIL?

The world, God’s gift,
Was originally a dwelling for all
Without demarcation
Without ownership
How humans heckled hostage
And carved supremacy to draw lines called borders
Made a funny video in my mind
Sanity made it understandable
Development made it beautiful
Until ownership turned vindictive
Murdering beings
In a nice x word, clothing a devilish doom
How did Ubuntu fail?

II
I thought Ubuntu spelt out compassion and virtues in humanity
I thought Ubuntu could turn mother
To hug all black lands in its bosom to blossom
I thought Ubuntu could one day turn African Anthem
To unite the black continent
Into a contender unbeatable
I thought Ubuntu could speak to hearts
Knowing no differences between colours so varied
And will never see a difference in shades of black
But here we are
In a horrifying horror
How did Ubuntu fail?

III
I can see the spirit of Madiba
Wailing the woes of guttered sacrifices
I see the shape of Africa
Writhing in painful deformity as uniformity loses form in shocking inhumanity
I can see the continent on the stage of insults
As fellow humans queer us brainless
I see sluggish souls selling South Africa
In the parcel of Africa
To the world as animals needing buyers
I see African Bosiakos battling death for a comeback
With fists of unfairness and disappointments
How did Ubuntu fail us?

IV
It is a simple matter of living as others live
It is a common sense of one world for all living
It is a human knowledge of home being where the heart leads
It is a common love of neighbours
That waters growth in every positive way
In a day when humans are like porridge mixed with sugar
On all grounds
How can we get here?
How did Ubuntu fail?

V
This naked madness needs a stopping!
This naked hurting needs a sane clothing!
This modeling horror needs no stage
On this struggling continent
For we know the “I am because we are”
We know none leaves the other behind
We know all the faces of Ubuntu
All the fingers of Ubuntu
All the senses of Ubuntu
And all its dictates
Let’s not allow Ubuntu to fail
In this love zone with equal bones in a colour
For we lose it all
If one calls out hatred as the other responds
That contagion can cripple us
Into a never rising
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 3, 2019

PURE EVIL

You came in like a weevil
Wheeling my emotions in a swivel
Hiding your claws of a devil
Only to cage me in your evil

II
Now you, to my pain, dance
As eyes record me a dunce
When all I did was take a chance
…based on your deceptive elegance

III
You’re like the devil
…your cruelty his effectiveness enhanced
You’re pure evil
…your con cunning in nuances
You’re a billy wily
…hosting a body snake which takes cakes
…and fakes quakes
…to blame your takes on

IV
But I will train my drain to refrain from your strain
…and drain your bane to heal from your cane
I will feign the sane to wriggle from your insane
And will gain a lane to erase your tattoed pain
Because a rain waits to wash my stain
And hard work will make it wane
…your evil Zain fading into a comfy AirtelTigo
…to transition into greatness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 3, 2019

A DREAM TO CHERISH

I traveled to a tomorrow I wish for us
One far from our back-walking yesterday
Misconstrued as today
And I see the over-worked heart of my nation
Palpitating in prolonged perspiration of the prognosis of corruption
Sadness, raining on my prayers

II
I wish I could make patriotism into a pill
And force all to take
In order to –
…overcome the urge to give or take bribe
…overcome the need in harvesting praises for no work done
…cut off strings of whom-you-know
…banish all forms of modeling corruption
…and partake in mending the heart
…of this beautiful nation
By choosing the best to work
…in the face of intimidation

III
We have all the tools
We have all the people
We are like the blessed earth in sleeping hands
It takes no magic to stop this tragic existence

IV
Tuning our minds to the channel of Can-do
…is all it takes
To change our tomorrow into the woman we see
…and chase
…in other nations
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 2, 2019

FEAR CONVERTS

Days when fear marched many –
…like cattle
…into the fences of many Yahwehs
…are over

II
Days when hell’s description
…forced hearts into cuffs of religion
…just as innocent people are forcefully imprisoned
…are so so over

III
So tell me about hell
And I will show you a shell of thick skin
Which fears no fire and needs no requirement
…to pass to death’s domain
Tell me about revelations
…and I will refer you back to my forefathers
Who lived peacefully without a Christ
If you are able to bring them back
…with their burns and sufferings
…and their marks and regrets
Then I might sit at the crossroads of thought
…at your words

IV
In this realm where one God is divided into millions in equal command
…all working with different beliefs
Why must each try a boasting of the best?

V
Love your God through your angels
And let others love their God through their gods
Only in the bosom of death
…will we get the answer to the right and the wrong paths
…to God Almighty
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 1, 2019