If you do love
…a struggling being
And have looked above
…their unfortunate scenes
Here –

If you’ve spoken
…for a voiceless mouth
And have broken
…an unfairness mark
Here –

You are eyes
…to a blind walker
And a shield of lies
…of their unseeing sides
Here –

You do walk
…for a legless traveler
And do run
…as their danger leveler
Here –

Oh you think
…for an angelic thinker
And you love
…their clumsy workings
Here –

You stand a big bully
…who hurts to look cool
When your mates
…fan to create an unfair fool
Here –

You know no colour
You know no tribe
You know all disabilities
…are different forms of abilities
You know no shame
…when you need to a wrong tame
If you’ve defended an offended apprehended
You’re the Hercules
…of a weakened soul
You’re the real Apostles
…of the compassionate God
So please come here –
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 17, 2019


A kiss and tell is a bad spell
Which sells a yell of a sad pearl
So bell out a tell of your kiss
…to stop the hell of disgust’s tale

A kiss is a bliss
Deserving no hiss to piss
A Mister or a Miss
…in a shaming gist

A yes to a chess of playing and reporing
Paints dressing of a horrid jester
Be not a broken bedder

It is only those who live in perpetual pleasure needs
…who flaunt a fallen seed
…which they’ve been blessed as feed
It is only an empty heated oil
…burning with pity
…which bells so loud
…when an ingredient blesses it with its presence
It sure is only a child without love
Who loudly moans the pleasure of his food
…just to round up famished friends
So you
…dishing out blues
…to be seen as a playing true
Are famished of love
You do lack the right hobby
…which will lobby for you company

You’re still a crawling toddler
…if you kiss and tell
You still hoard the dirty bin of childhood
…if you kiss and tell
You sure are an attention seeker
…if you kiss and tell
You’re like a toothless dog
…trying a barking to wish scares in outsiders
…and praises from masters
…if you kiss and tell
…dishing blues
…rounding up ears to win a cool
…makes you an unceremonious fool

Real humans work their silence
…protect their dignities
…love in respect
…blow not their own horns
Even the satisfied crude
…act no vulture
…announcing their foods with their sky hovering
So you
…chirping like a cock in flight
…from its fear of nothingness
Are but a sad bull
…trying your all to be cool
…by smearing shame of your little pleasure
…probably gifted in a boring leisure
…to your very dry needs
…for scavengers to feed on
A pity it is
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 16, 2019


Yɛde nwomasua ɛɛto chacha
Ama ayɛ tesɛ ekro aa aprɔ sɛɛ pachaa
Asresɛm ne sɛ
…yeemia no wɔ akrɔkrɔ kwan so
Yɛbɛyɛ dɛn atu mpong?

Obiara nim sɛ nwomasua yɛ y’atwideɛ a
…y’ehia de afiri ahohiahia yi mu
…akosi mpuntuo kro mu
Enti deɛn nti na Ɔmama bɛ to kɔ benkum
…na Opreman ni abɛto akɔ nifa
…Ma Kwaa Agyei bɛ to kɔ sro
…ama Agya Adwo abɛtuɛ asi fam yi?

Yɛn ma mmra nka yɛn bra
…tesɛ nea Abokyifoɔ ka wɔn nantwie
Yɛn ma adwene ɛnha tipɔ
…tesɛ neɛ abɔfra yarefo ha n’awofoɔ no
Yɛn ma ano nkɔ kasa
…tesɛ neɛ abaa ka debɔnifo no
Efirisɛ ɔman yi yieyɔ
…gyina w’dwuma agyapadeɛ a
…w’atikɔ nfa nkɔwura owuo bɔn mu
Wo ne me nan so
…na nkyirima bɛfro ne wɔn amanaman nfɛfo
…apiri atepen wɔ daakye mmerɛ mu
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 15, 2019


It is hard
When it dawns on you and your sky turns dark
It is bad
When you look and see that a difference does mark
You can never park
Even as the world chases you to the ends of the mad
Oh woes of a broken seeded mother!

Even in acceptance struggle
Pointed fingers use blame to strangle
And in an in-cry
…many suggestions demand for many a try
Each has their meaning for her flawed blessing
Most throwing shades for her demeaning
Oh woes of a broken seeded mother!

She is the witch that earth needs to ditch
…to some minds
She is the offender who must so plead
…to some minds
She is the womb which marks for tombs
…to some minds
Chained by the hatred that hangs around her
She still needs a focus on her broken
Oh woes of a broken seeded mother!

Days drag on!
Nights are unkind!
The present does mock!
The future oh scares!
The past act scar!
Regrets do whip!
Still, one mind needs to work harder
…to tend a struggling innocent
…in unmeeting ends
…a boiling emotions
…hopeless devotions
…and many commotions
Oh woes of a broken seeded mother!

She is a machine
…which knows no tiredness
She is mountain
…which feels no feet stamping
She must wear smiles
…for tutoring trees
She has no words for societal acceptance
Sickness is a luxury
…she never can afford
Oh woes of a broken seeded mother!

She turns a garden
…which pests do prey
Can she dodge spiritual fraudsters?
…Unless she wishes to be an open dish of witchcraft
…on societal plates
Can she swerve the elders
…and their many concoctions?
Unless she wants to be a ritual puppet
…to meet slaps of seers
…through to judgements of unmerciful gods
Can she swerve the hounds of directions
…by even ignorant minds?
…Unless she wants to be chased
…by guilt soldiers
Oh woes –
…Woes of broken seeded mother!

She may have to apologize
…for her broken seed
She may have to be jilted
…for her problemed body
She may have to be shunned
…so other seeds stay safe
She may be hanged on a cross
…of unending accusations
Oh woes!
…Frightening woes of a broken seeded mother!

Friends might get tired
…of her eternal strife
Benefactors might hide at her shadow
…and make her a plague
She may turn the “don’t-be-like”
…in the fortunate’s advising
She is built a hell on earth
…by family through to her nation
And burned slowly
…to either murder
…choose suicide
…or run mad to prove the bet of her badness
Even the strongest becomes a living corpse
…working like a bull
…through it all
Getting all back bending and grave energy
With fountains of tears
…as her veinal blood
Even the little sympathy seems like warning shots
These are the woes of a broken seeded mother
…on this golden land
Filled with the compassionate
…and many a hospitable souls
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 15, 2019


The fate crow
Tore and flew a con
That fear creeps
Traumatizing folks like crazy
Tell the farmers in crew
Their forces need to close

As skies turn mask for the heavens
And Satan turns mark of deceptions
As sorries troll more for the hells
And stories trick men into dominion
Tell the fate crows
Who tore and flew the con
That their forces need to close

Terror now triumphs over truth
Falsity flocks like fleas with fearsome fires
Impudence insults innocence
While winners wear their wretched wrecks
Tell the fate crows
Who tore and flew the con
That their forces need to close

No farmer holds a machete
And watches on as their walking sticks tower
…way above them
When their hands do the holding
And their legs help with its locomotion
So –
Tell the fate crows
Who tore and flew this con
That their forces need a close
So our family can stay close
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 14, 2019


Imagine owning a sun that never shines
…clouds that never rain
…air which never blows
It is like systems that never work

Imagine having a dryer which never heats
A piano without a sound
A guitar without strings
A spoon which cannot fetch a thing
They’re just like systems that never work

What about lavender with no scent?
The earth without a ground?
The sky without its blue?
Trees without their leaves?
Talk less of trees without fruits?
They’re just like systems which never work

We’re like machines wasting our fuel
Labouring without fruits
We’re like shells without lives
Blown by feet in sands of self deceit
No matter how great we are
…if we live not the talk
We’re like shadows in perpetual darkness waiting for others to light our inner powering
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 13, 2019


Sometimes when two hearts stand at a sharing junction
They become an unparallel duo
The more expressive
…the less retaining
The less expressive
…the more retaining
That is why hurts stay longer in the latter
…in an abrupt end

They are like sand and clay
Although water quickly seeps through sand
Clay takes its time to receive water
…and keeps it in its inner
…making it part of its particles
Eyes of sages see the loving plant
…they sew in the hearts of their slow others

Their mouths will say no
…whiles their hearts scream yes
Their faces will forcefully frown
…whiles their eyes cry out
Their mouths will cuss out
…as their minds bleed
…begging for the doctoring of their expressive others
Those slow to love
…fall hard and love most
Even after their hosts give up
…at their own cost
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 12, 2019


There is a trick to know the sick in the quick
So leave no traces with temper

Obsession and aggression can’t always equal cantankerousness
Competitive possessiveness
…and by force need to top
…aren’t always traits of conceitedness
When a human acts lion in a sphere where even
…a cat trait can easily win
Put on your glasses and rate his class of normalcy
Your observation might repair a torn fuse
…in a sufferer’s upper room

We are in a world where each carries their horrors
So quick judgement must have brakes
…in your thoughts even in cases of attack
For the suffering mostly show their worst
…to those their hearts crave
…hoping for a save from their horrid caves
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 11, 2019


Mothering monsters must make merry mournful
…in memory

Mothering monsters might mock most
…who moved mountains to make money
…to mum those many moments

How does it feel
To watch as the world
Brands your beloved as unfeeling steel
Armed with justifiable evidence?

How does it feel
To watch the world
Rightfully weed out your seed
…like a poisonous plant
Amidst jubilations which farms your sadness?

How does it feel
To lose your beloved
…as the world cheers your haunting fears
Driving on the best clearance
…on a applaudable road?

Mothering a monster might be the murder of mercy
…from a higher power
Because it sure is hard
…stifling tears so the world sees no sorrow
When your abdomen reminds you of birth cramps
…your intestines drag you through anxietal loss
…your head battles your heart as to attack
…or defense of your own
You sure are to be pitied as your internals bleed
…in the face of jubilation of your loss
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 10, 2019


Need is what you’ve made yourself
I ride on you
…like a cross on a horse
And you gallop my thoughts
…to caves that save words to pave awesome ways
…for my muse
And create pain for my body’s abuse
Never nested in a nauseous novelty like yours

Interesting is your silence
Dark mysteriousness your gifting sounds
…barks like cracks into wandering spirits
They lock me in your room of artistry
Though fear hawks its talks

Growling stomach
Eyes quickly blink and search
Nose opens wide at work
Neck turns to every sound’s direction
While legs use buttocks to pivot their turnings
You’ve got to be a myth in a quirky shift

How do I focus on God’s timetable
…to clean eyes when you’ve killed its rest?
How do I wipe the sweat of anxiety
When you’ve woven a hell of difference
…for my sole soul?
How do I slip in to flip the normal’s trip
Why am I the only guarding bird
…on this house branch
How do I see me in a be whose key
…has no known fee?
Just how?

To think that I cringe
…while the world sings
To think you’re a game many chase in a prayerful hunt
To think that I’m a Shero thanks to my resting zero
To think that I’m a stitch of abnormal norm!
And the theoritical shouts that never fit practicality!

Mere men murmur my manliness
But know not the fire on which you have me wired
Mere mortals muse about my craziness
When the space of time rhymes my crankiness
I cry to have what they barely know they have
As they cry for what you and I know is a wrestling work
Will God ever be a happy creator?

Adjustment is good
…but eyes don’t lie
Appointment is emancipating
…but heart runs tired
Albeit I’m but one of your few chosen heads
…hawking provocations with their emblems
On night pans

Re-shake your options
…and help my directions
Remake your geniuses and change my classes
Re-pick your sticks to light your gifts
Shifts are needed in a kneading mould
…every now and then

Eden of the dark
Excellent inks that cuttingly mark
You confiscate my sanity
To elongate my humanity
You rusticate my norms
Just to suffocate my conformity
Won’t a blend help you trend in my impressions?

Serpents amidst sheep!
Fangs in angles!
Fires in cornered trenches!
Claws in reaches!
Whips for strips!
Wretches in stretches!
Shouts in bouts aiming clouts at the heat!
Save my soul
From these chains of coals!
For fame is a name which tames no body
…in rot race
I love to live and live right
…in this suitcase of transiency
Before I’m opened and pushed out
…to fall wherever
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 9, 2019


Nana Nyame Totrobonsu
…nyansa sene ade nyinaa nti na
…obi Akosua kuma nnyɛ obi anum no
Enti neɛ ɛmrɛ atukwan abɛduru wɔ nyansa mu yi
…a kwajo hoho adwene gu so te wo nyansa so yi
…wo nhunu sɛ, sɛbi, nkwaseɛ nwansena ɛɛguro wo nsɛmka ho?

Kyerɛsɛ Kwame Asikuma
…bɛtumi asi n’agɛgɛ mu
…agu aba wɔ ɛmmaa du ayaase
…agye nnamu nson no nyinaa a “papa” mbata ho abodin
Nso tɛkrɛma biara nkyerɛ n’ase wɔ b’adwamu,
Mpo sɛ ne bɔne sene adebɔnefo nyinaa deɛ a,
…firi sɛ otua dua
Akosua nkoa kɔ so aba krɔ firi n’ahosɛpɛ mu a
…w’adane duawa a ɛwɔ sɛ amanfoɔ we wɔ nkunkɔn so?

…obiara asaase nna ɔbaa biara ayaase
Na w’akɔ tena hɔ tesɛ abɛnsuo dua ase
…akɔ kyerɛ mmra ase
…de apɛ n’animguase
Ɔbarima biara a ɔkyerɛ mmaase
…tesɛ tuuse a yɛde ɛkɔ ma Kaase
…wɔ ne dam akuara ase
…a yɛfrɛ hɔ Bɔdamase
Enti nhwehwɛ nnaseɛ nfiri onyansani biara apata ase
Efiri sɛ w’akyerɛ ɔbaa bi ase
…de agu n’anim ase

Sɛ ɔbaa bi ano a ɛda n’ayaase
…yɛ w’ano a wo de kɔ mukaase-
…a, mesrɛ wo
…ka w’ano tum
…na ka wo se si so
Sɛ ɛhɔ nso yɛ wo Okuafo nsuo a ɛpata wo nsukɔm a
…ɛneɛ agya
…gye ho ban na pɛ krado bi fa kɔ to mu
Ɛma ɛmmɛ tena abɔnten mmue wo dede gya
…nfrɛfrɛ nkurasedwene wɔ mmerɛyefoɔ tirimu
…ɛmfa nsɛi adwene pa

Mmere atukwan abɛduru anibue mu
Enti ma w’adwene nso ntene nyansafidie mu
…na ɛmɛduru ɛnɛ yi faahodie mmrɛ mu
Na hunu sɛ
…ɔbaa biara kura ne homam faahodie safoa
Sɛ wɔn bɛbue wɔn ayaase
…tesɛ ɛkwan a ɛkɔ Efiduase
…ama wɔn a ɛbɔ dondo abɛ goro wɔn Antoakyire wɔ hɔ o
Sɛ wɔbɛ kɔ akɔbɔ dawuro wɔ Ankaase
…ama abɛtiri a ɛwɔ ntini nyinaa
…abɛ twa wɔn asaase wɔ wɔn ayaase o
Ɛnnyɛ wo ho mframa
…n’abɛyɛ w’asɛm
Enti pɛ nsakrayɛ pɔ bi bɔ to wo ti mu na ma yɛ ndwene
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Obubuo 8, 2019


Sparkly stars in close proximity
…force eyes to close
…with threats of blindness
Even the intensity of a fire’s heat
…determines the space between skins and their flames
Higher souls suffer because their tougher spirits overpower all
Causing the plight of most outcasts

He walks through the whispers
…with unknown sources
And tries not to look into eyes
…shouting “go and die”
Barely dodging legs intentionally placed
…like mischievous trippers
…hoping to cause him a fall for ridicule
That was what he had to go through as an outcast

He might have looked a little different
Might have acted a little different
Might have spoken a little differently
But he had a space that needed not the hatred
…sprayed to make him a pest
…on their prideful blooms
Every hot topic had his name as a garnish
Every bad plot had him acting as subject
Every punishable blame was in his name
Wetting him with a fame of shame
That is what he had to go through as an outcast

It was obvious the many jealousies acting up
…to shut him down
It was obvious the many fears
…of he taking the shine
…of many wannabes
It was glaring the many hearts
…yearning for his weird prowess
I guess the mighties are mostly made rags
…before climbing their future stools
…to be crowned to rule their ex-bullies
Many have gone through horrors as outcasts

So now he sits as they fan him with praises
He says nothing but gets everything he wants
He gets to be worshipped
…because he killed the urge to end his pain
…bursting out of his suffering
…into this awesomeness
The shine of greatness causes a whine
Which whirls minds like twines
….seconds into minutes into hours into days
…months and years
So live through it
Be happy with it
Kill not the body which carries your sought after soul
For none ordinarily hates on the ordinary
Unacceptability is the first sign of the extraordinary
Collective cruelty is the second sign of greatness
The fear of the aura of revered personalities
…makes many a weak minds work tricks
…to squash their shine
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 9, 2019


As you swing your power sling
…like a king with no end strings
And enjoy as your people sing
As you treat them like your mere things
Remember, the bells to your tenure ring
And time will fling you off no matter how hard you cling
Because power’s wings fall off a shoulder to the next
…without so much as a look backwards
That is the true rule of power

At its peak
…it towers to self importance shower
…and empowers to shine a fear which forces others to cower
Subduing but piling hatred in heaps
…in furious hearts
The wise threads carefully to buy less enemies on a power tower
So be no thoughtless
…buying enemies by planting foul seeds with your deeds
Because when power overturns
…it leaves its dismounted with a helpless vessel
That is the true rule of power

Today can be gay
But tomorrow might hold a bullet in the stray
So take off your hat of heartlessness
…replace your crown of cruelty with care
…serve not your stool like a tool
…meant to turn all fools
Because when power hops to another’s top
It can turn cop to drill its former home to a pulp
That is the true rule of power
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 7, 2019


It is laughable
When a hand throws a ball to a wall
…and it bounces back to hit his face to a fall
Only for the hand to point at the wall
…and curse a cruelty!
It is gross
…when one builds a bed of thorns
…and is made to test its softness with his skin
Only for “unfairness”
…to walk out of his mouth to start a prosecution
…of consciences

He claimed the light in her eyes
…centered his stage
The horns of her breast
…toothed loudly his name
The sweetness of her mouth
…developed an aroma
…which pierced through his nostrils
…in a beckoning that his reckoning couldn’t refuse
And to add salt to injury
…her voice dug all the goosebumps
…from his pleasury needs
…to empty his hunger for a feed
He claimed his last horseback breakage
…was the smoothness of her exposed thighs
…which put bullet in his gun
…into a wake he knew not existed
A wake which overtook him to take a cake
…that belonged not to him
…to shred to his satisfaction
Forgetting he held the keys to all his senses
…all through

He forgot of the marital tool
…he turned into a pickaxe
…by turning God into a fool
To cruelly dig into the waist of an innocent head
Digging into destruction the minerals of
…and happiness
Replacing them with
…and sadness
To think he was a trusted friend of her household!

There is a derangement that comes with defending
…an abuse used to murder the soul of another
There is a lack of normalcy
…in the fallacy of seduction
Which firewood of provocation
…lights without the intention of a self thunder?
I wonder!

Let the world be fair!
Please let the world be fair!
So people can’t snatch fruits meant not for them
…and spew foolishness of artificial hunger in their defense
Let this world honour the wombs that built them
…by killing brutal ills against their mothers
Ills that bring chills even from written quills
For we have traveled too far
…to host this primitiveness of minds
…going bonkers at a sight
We all know each holds a will
…that never shakes without self permissiveness
So the earlier we wake brutes with deserving punishments
The better our heaven building will be
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 6, 2019


Clouds that hang and never fall
…block the shine of the sun
…monopolizing the sky in a catastrophic doom
So –
…bullet that bothersome birdie
…to break the ills that speed
…with the air into people’s ears
Causing suspicions left
…and scattering the center with its mass weapon
…of breaking trust

It was that little birdie
Who broke Fiko’s marriage
All it had to do was whisper into Obaa Yaa’s ears
…that in between Asikuma’s thighs
…was Fiko’s second home
The poor man who was just the betweener for Kwaa Bruku
…could do nothing
…to put out the anger of his beloved
…and lost her

Wasn’t it that same little birdie
…which took the whole of Fanteakwa hostage
Forcing each body to hide with their souls
…by whispering into Nana Krotoa’s ears
…that a monster is going to pass through
…and will devour every being it saw?
Oh! I still remember hiding indoors for a week
…as a visitor in my sister’s house
But for Abena Mensuro the drunk
We’d have died from starvation

That same little birdie caused Mama Ama Akyea’s miscarriage
In this here Asikrom
Remember it whispered into her ears
…that her husband had perished in the accident
…that claimed several lives two years ago?
Poor woman’s shock overturned her pot
…emptying it instantly

What about Kwakye’s loss in last year’s elections?
Wasn’t it because of this same little birdie?
Till date, none knows the ears which heard
…and the mouth which started the rumour
…that he was an occultist who would use us to perfect his plans
All we know is a little birdie
…acting mastermind of his trouble
See how this village suffers
…under Koo Nsafoa!

So I am shocked at how you stand here
…right in front of me like a wounded lion
Telling me about the whispers of that little birdie
…claiming I have done this and done that
Help us kill that little birdie
To free this village of its mischief
You surely know it
…if its beak serenaded your ears with my flaws
Please help us
…help us rid this kro off that little birdie
So we can breathe without twisted ghosts
…reading our normalcy and translating and transmitting them
…in abnormal mode
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 5, 2019


Amonu used her two eyes
…to look into a bottle
…and saw nothing
Abochi used an eye
…to look in same bottle
…his other eye closed
And saw its content
Greed breeds seeds unfeeding

There are beautiful sights we lose
…when each eye roams at will
…this looking left
…that looking right
So focus not on many a bogus
Assemble your thoughts to a thing
…before another
So no detail hides to push a failure
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 4, 2019


i. Armed robbers
ii. Citizens
iii. Entrepreneurs
iv. Politicians
v. Ghosts

Dem dey claim we be murderers!
…Satan im workers!
…wicked foks!
…society demma bother!
…trɛts? Na wetin be dat? Ha!
When we be the sad football wey dey dis life field im top
Ino be life every one wan live?
Wetin free for this business inside?
We fit know the yeryer wey go commot our living?
We fit calculate the money wey we go use morrow?
We fit stay one place for long?
We all go be v to live hier
Gyare, na you go school, make you talk demma sumtin

Make you no mind dem
They sit and grade with materialism
Gifting all the juices of life to the succeeded
And treating the have-nots as failures
And they say what?
Isn’t this world a jungle?
Must we sit for hunger to fit on us
…weak robes
…and push us into death’s prisons
…when we can seize to clean its grease?
How did us victims become culprits?

They can’t see!
They can’t see the feet of their religious gods
…who are our colleagues in deed
…but robe their rawness with God’s word
They refuse to know!
They refuse to know of the lies
…walking from mouths of their poll tricksters
…whose deeds feed off their skins
…more than ours
…when we are the truth in the life
…they need to worship and respect
Why must curses be our portion?

We live in fear of i
As the iii squeeze our sweats
iv pile problems on our breathlessness
…and v sit on our fences
…breaking them down with their weight
…they all come from within us
But act v to push all blames on us
Only to turn to call us the v

How can we build a developmental road
…to push plans in smoothness
…to the paradise we covet on others?
They will say we’re our own enemies
They will say we refuse to help
They’ll say we seldom support
…because our busy mouths deafen their meditation
…but they deafen us to climb their podiums
…and deafen us to stay on higher stages
…flipping our pages and building cages with our adages
How unfair!

iv chase us with their greed
ii curse us in their need
As i hunt us for their feed
How can we succeed?
Do we need to turn v to stop our bleeding?

At least we’re feeding their nation
…and building a sane station
…for their global ovation
I mean our global ovation
…no matter how low the sounds of the claps
…we’re still bridging the gaps
We care less about their many traps
Who are they without us?
Those leaches!

We work hard to get here
But they call us liars
Even if we are, who pushes us to lie?
Those bloody ii!
They care not about truths
They only know the language of falsehood
And only tend to their present stomachs
Always forgetting their tomorrows
…until they arrive on pathetic trains
How should that be our fault?
And those bloody iii sucking us dry
…on tickets of helpful manipulations!

Almost all of them drag us into their situations
Using their waists as catapults
…to stone down lives only to drag us to see
…their end games
…forcing us to provide fire, saucepans, water, spices
…to help cook them into delicacies
They drag us into their loss
…making as throw our earnings into tombs
…which never fertilize any farm!
They appear in our resting places
…with their haunting needs
…forcing us to shoot them with our needed bullets
Still, they complain of the drains that remain clogged
The dollar that imprisons the cedi
The corruption which swallows our growth
When they never give our souls rest
…and buy artificial grey for our youthful hair
…if they don’t weed them bald!
How frustrating!

We’re here
Even without bodies
We know we replace the hands that dig the coffers!
We are the legs that create the coughers by playing dusts!
We’re the cougars sucking dry the juices
…of our youth
We’re the representatives of the devil
…responsible for every mishap
We’re the thorns drinking the blood of a nation
…we belong not
And we have no bodies!
How odd is the fear they have for us
…against their reverence for our known models?
How are they able to mould thoughts
…to bring us to life
When they can’t even build plans
…to burn their rots?
We’re the real victims of their idiocy!
Sad that we’ve no bodies to sue this injustice!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 3, 2019


None asked how much the moon’s death yielded
None asked his needs
None even asked how he fared
All they needed were theirs
…and theirs
…and theirs
Adding anger to his fears
…of stepping on toes
…with his tired words

He was the community goose
…a gander given a womb of provision
…to lay in satisfaction of all
“…take this akyɛke
…have this pesewa
…I brought you this meal
…give this to your mother”
While he was in grooming had an end price
…he knew not

Each came with their stomachs
…wanting their fill
When the moon died
All living and dead family members
All far and near neighbours
All old and young
All royals and their servants
He became the community goose
Who must lay satisfactory eggs
…to feed each and every one of his people

But the moon’s death gave so little
…as a chalk holder
So many hawks got no chicks from his bosom
…talk less of fresh eggs to hunt
He lighted smiles and formed darkness
…on both known and unknown faces
And got many gifts in his modest bed
…from targeters who wanted him bounded by law

Protecting his man
…made him wander into different waist forests
…and planted many seeds
Compounding his problems
So he bought the rope
And wrote his piece before journeying

When night reached the shores of dawn
And his face had not been shown
The womb that carried him felt strange
…and called the villagers
His letter was found
And the only other head following in his steps
…Yaa Kumiwaa
…the p.6 pupil
Read his gloomy tale of being the carrier
…of the village whose weight burdened his soul
They all run into the forest
…and formed groups to search

The vultures led them to their sought
And they found him hanging
…tongue out of mouth
…weight on a branch
The guilty tree shamefully shook as if to protest any accusation of wrong
The people of Yɛdieɛ learnt too late
…after losing Kwame Kodie
That too much weight breaks even the toughest pot
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©Nov. 2, 2019


…Mmɛnsɛm tumi de takashi furo nyanberansɛm
…ko si adefokrom
…ɛma akronkronfo nante kɔ tɔ ahohiahia kokomu

Hwɛ sɛ abirekyie akɔka ɛgya ato obi fie mu
…afa ne ho adi
…ama odwan akɔka obi nsuo agu
…ama abaa atu ne honam sɛɛ ho

Hwɛ sɛ ɔkraman adi abaa yiaw
…ɛnam efi a mframa ɛɛkyekyɛ ho
…ama aboa prako ɛde ne ho fi eeyi akyea
…wɔ n’atɛnbuo ase!

Akuturuku a ekum akura no
Yɛ agyinamoa tiriho koto
Nanso ɛyɛ gyata anim akotoakotoɔ
Ɛyɛ mmɔbɔ sɛɛ!
Mmera de pɛyɛ daadaa nnipa
…dane wɔn mmoadoma a wɔ te nnwuramu
…awieyɛ no
…ahoɔden na yɛde bu bim
…san de bu fɔ
Ɛyɛya sɛ aboa dabodabo nni ano wɔ akromah
…ne ɔkɔdeɛ krom
…me werɛ afi sɛ ɛhɔ yɛ dabodabo nso kro
…nanso n’ataban ahoɔdene ntumi mfa no nkɔ sie wiemu
…sɛ bɔne nnya nan gu ne so a
…su ma dabodabo wai
…efirisɛ ɔyɛ wo sɛsoɔ wɔ ɔbra ahwehwɛ mu
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 1, 2019

YOUR THOUGHTS (For Hon. Abla Dzifa Gomashie)

I’d like to be a vein in your thoughts
To see what sadness for you has got
To know what your weeping soul has bought
…for your many thoughts

I’d like to be in your thoughts
To hear the horrors in your heart
As the call for casket closure booms
Do your hurts now fully zoom to gloom a doom?

I’d like to be in your skin
To know where the bumps of fear birth
For I know this feeling
And I ache for your body
…whose mind can’t mind floating comfort
…whose heart can’t hear any better keeps
…whose eyes see the mouth of the earth
…opening to feed on one half of you

I’d like to be in your stomach
To hold the thunders that are striking
And their clouds of loneliness raining
Knowing the bed that only two shared
…has been divided, one on earth, one beneath
…for a lifetime

I won’t console
For that fills no hole
I won’t come close
For that gives no closure
I won’t act out
Because I know not the needs of your grief
But I sit here among your people
Hoping you think of it as a storm
…bound to calm
No matter how scary
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 1, 2019


Here we are, in this camp of Burma
Again, pushing the left overs of the human hawk
Into the dust which waits to blend
A lover in the whirlwind of emotions, wife in utter strife
Family in the turmoil of loss
Friends in the loss of laughter
And onlookers
…wrapped in thoughts of their ends
…where it will be
…how it will be
…what will cause the be
Though no eye can see

This picture shows what we are
…leaves on this tree of life
Shedding ourselves when our seasons end
As our dears look on

But we will work our way down
…and rise in hearts
Having done all we can
…in contribution to memories
For death’s importance is its ability to remind us
…of the transiency of our existence

Rest well
Our dear Ahiaglo
And turn angel to guard and guide your earthly companion
Who has so much more to give
Before your reunion
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 1, 2019


Tell the rancher
Forcing that horse to the river
That he can drag it there
But the keys to its throat only lies within it
Will is the fair checker of Odomankomah

Tell that problem
Dragging you like a sack through pages of mockery
…right to the stages of taunts
That it can drag you all it wants
…through all the grossness it’s got
But your determination, wearing clothes of will,
…has firmly locked the gate of your emotions
…and so giving up and its shame twin
…have no chance of entry
Will is the fair checker of Odomankomah

Many storms can chase you like hungry sharks
Many hurdles can run after you like professional athletes
Many horrors can break you in like tsunamis
But wear the fair checker of Odomankomah
You ankonam battling fears of approaching years
For every day hosts its losses and wins
And yours will never foul or dodge
That fairplay adds to will
…which is Odomankomah’s just checker
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 1, 2019