MY CHILD – For Obrempong Tettey Amoafo-Boawulor

I am the one from a poor family
…not you
I am the one with many benefactors
…not you
I am the one who chose to live for the rural poor
So you can serve nations
So when you bloom, feel the sun
Bask in the wetness of the rain
And breathe the best that every air can give
Because I am living like this
So you can live the life
…you want

II
My child
I lived and gained for you
…a name
I struggled and gained for you
…some fame
I cried and harvested for you
…some happiness
I got hurt over and over and over again
…to ensure your safety
I served like a donkey so you can be served
…like royalty
So live, breathe, love, rule and be remembered
…as the human born from the Thunders of the sky
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 21, 2025