ON BEADED WINGS (18+)

On this beautiful day, I come like a knightess, to defray your pickle
Oh be in the mood for a tickle
For there will be a suckle
That will call for an enchanting wriggle
Summoning many an amazing giggle
So let afrukuto, all-fall-down, azuikoto, som-ma-me-nyɔ with patrikotum mingle
And shame days that documented you a single!

II
Prepare beads to beautifully sing
Flying on many a jumpy but cuddly wing
Making sure interest, enthusiasm and goosebumps bring
There should be no difference between loving and a fling
As passions form in forms of a queen and king
Leave all the fickle in tickles around giggles on a beaded wing

III
Let fate write your bait
Freeing all tied and murderous hate
For your loving slate long fixed this date
Open the need-pores of a gate
So you can bliss create with your mate
To reach the station of your orgasmic state

IV
On this day
All actions must say
All lonely nights must merge to lay
To make a historic satisfaction hay
To cross out many a painful waits in past may
To, like angels arriving in heaven, feel a welcoming okay
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb. 14, 2019

Photo Credit: Google Pics

FLAMES

Expectations hide in this day
When hearts hide wishes dreamt about in telepathic conversations
Maybe Valentine needed bars on his emotions
And not his person

II
There are those who wear beautiful handcuffs applauded
By society as crowns
Hiding fountains of tears caused by deceptions unmentionable
They may be paraded but with their hearts silently in grinding machines
Why many eyes in watch somersault in envy is still a mystery
Maybe the unhave’s excitement blinds minds of hearts

III
There are those who chase after those chasing after naughts in trousers
Or skirts
Their realities hiding in bottles which knock them out in pity
They call it unfair but to the world it is square
Unfortunate are those whose halves are in wombs of tombs
Red painting sadness in daunting loneliness

IV
There are those whose knees are rebelling
Against their tasting of hard floors in submission
For partners far from the praying premises
Their lonely beds sympathetic but without locomotion to help in the search

V
Yet there are those who have them in line
From Kwadwo to Kwesi in their different shapes and sizes;
Like a rich man’s child with interest in toy collectibles,
Well timed in gift submissions and outing appointments
Agyawaadwo!

VI
Still there are those who carry themselves on pans for sale
Mercies for the lonely and perhaps the unloved
Unfortunate are those whose rivers of clear happiness
Have been muddied because of poverty
Their only makeup hiding in days where Valentine
And his gifts are long forgotten

VII
Thankfully, there are those like stars lighting themselves up in the dark to glow
Needing none to flow in self appreciation
Whatever you are
Whoever your heart calls out to
However you hope
It is one day out of many
Which deserves no commotion
The nation of love is built everyday until breath parts body
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 14, 2019

EXPECTATIONS

Give me a stone and I will see the glaring message
“Heart of mine, trip all you can, I will be here to catch your falls”
Give me ordinary sand and I will smile at the sweetness of thought
That says “Even if we turn dust, this heart will you belong”
Even the stinking end of food will communicate love staying potent even in filth
But it seems I am only one, living like an anachronistic prop
Unneeded in this nation of love
Days are peeling decorum and appreciation
Off the surface of Cupid’s possession
Showing the bones of greed where flutters used to dwell
When souls bind
Gifted nothings are given meaningful somethings
And kept in hearts for years to dig smiles of remembrance, gestures rule after all
But now, flowers are met with frowns
Their happy outstretched hands of meaningful gestures
Flawed by their wilting traits
Handkerchiefs whose beautiful significance of wiping tears
Keeping clean in cold
And wiping dirt off significant others
Are given tags of inexpensiveness
How did living in the country of love become so costly?
How did it turn mines to be dug by seekers of gold?
How did we get here?
We need self checks before we end up throwing away hearts
Ready to die in our steads because of blinding glitters
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 14, 2019

ONCE IN A LIFETIME

Overflowing
Blood of hearts merged and urged by fate
In there, everyday models Valentine’s deeds
Harvesting laughter in serene happiness
Many are in the embrace
Eating from the plates of love with the fork of contentment
It makes me turn Michael Bolton’s tune into a question
Are you the one he sings of for me in
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one love you find
Just once in a lifetime?”

II
What am I asking for?
A heart with a heartbeat of trust, care, tenderness and determination
What am I giving?
A heart with a heartbeat of trust, care, tenderness and determination
What am I hoping for?
A she and a he
Turning into a we
A me and a you turning into us
So I am asking again
Are you the one for me in Bolton’s
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one love you find
Just once in a lifetime?”

III
What could a we do?
Dance under naked skies
As stars and the moon sing melodies just for us
Fingers laced to stand strong in winds and storms mischievously cooked up by life
Shoulders readily available at every forming of our tears
Hands readily holding when the earth’s slimes trick us into falls
A walk together to the end
So please answer the question
Are you the one Bolton sings of for me in
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one that you find
Just once in a lifetime?”

IV
If you are
These hands will never let you go
As libations will be poured on prayers
For all trees to whisper through winds, their prayers for us to stay together
All birds will lend us the strength of their wings
To get through the most difficult of times
So please come clear
Are you the mine in Bolton’s
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one that you find
Just once in a lifetime?”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 14, 2019

Credit: Michael Bolton’s “Once in a Lifetime” chorus was used.

TIME TO COOL OFF

There is nothing wrong with a break
After a tsunamic life shake
After all, it takes time for scared fishes to travel through rivers
Back to their sea after explosive shivers
So you in the mirror, take time to cool off

II
Eyes close take time to open
After a whirlwind
As its dust takes time to settle
Even breathing still races at its pace before simmering in hearts
After a run
So you in the mirror, take time to cool off

III
Be in no hurry lorry to settle your painful storms
Sit in no worry to drain sad flooding in your overwhelmed heart
Be reasonable and wait for the heat to evaporate
From that heart boiled on fires of hurdles
For a human is a complex machine which needs time to cool off
After overworking its emotions
So panic not, do take your time
Enough time to cool off
You in the mirror
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 20, 2019.

TO THE GREAT DAGBON

There is no ingenious cultural counting
That Sikaman will undertake
Without your number up the charts
Your beautiful fugus on your lovely leather foot-wears
Your beautiful skins worn on your humble floors
Speaking of bravery unseen to all eyes in meet
Your fierce and baffling tongues
Which leave foreigners in lost realms
Oh your many perfect crafts; from baskets to amulets
You sure are unique

II
Only few dots disconnected your perfection
Dots which have now been pieced on strings of peace
And I hope they’d stay that way

III
Oh there is no beauty in a royalty sitting in innocent blood
There is no prestige in climbing royal ladders through many corpses
There is no love in a blood painting on huge stages
The world watches, wanting to see the stamp of aggression
But shock them

IV
Shock them
By smoking the pipe of peace
Holding hands in a barn of protection
Shock them
By singing songs of togetherness
Even through the obvious separations
Shock them
By laughing at your readings and learning from your hurtings

V
Slaps destroy maps for our journey into development
Sticks burn wicks of respect in our needed aspects
Guns break barns of our beautiful histories without needed mysteries
Fires burn our wires of cognition in following eyes
Ropes murder our sanity in the land of our consciences
So let’s do away with those
Replacing them with the tool of dialogues
And the sword of pens

VI
You are so capable of keeping your dirty linens in locked washrooms
Unknown by outsiders
You are so capable
Of raising your youth with worthy examples
And reaping their awesomeness
Let Dagbon dress in peace and dignity
Love and harmony
As the fugus fly floweringly amidst your beautiful many dances
Long live Dagbon!
Long live their peace!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 19, 2019

THIS HOME WE WILL ALL GO

Heads buy thoughts from many sources
As to how it is beneath, ha!
Untrusting, fearing, praying
Souls shiver in spirits which scare bodies
But we know the trip is imperative
No matter our standing

II
I know death is an animal unseen
That whose teeth tire not in chewing
That whose hunt never fails
That animal who lives in a country which has never seen hunger
Talk less of tasted drought
That animal who knows no labels
And has the ever working trap of invisibility
But even he sits for praises in shedding human tree of leaves
To pave way for the new

III
I would rather it is like a python
I can’t think of its teeth touching bodies
I would rather dreams are foreshadows of a nation in death
Where we will see all, but uncertainties shake their heads
While nodding
Making it difficult to be sure

IV
I pray we all meet
No matter how big its stomach
To live through hugs reassuring
To love through our immortal trust in happiness
To laugh though our arrival times unsync
You green ones plucked even before your yellowing browns
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 19, 2019

THE ME OF YOU

Don’t you know me?
Pluck the sun to see my face
I am your future
Waiting patiently for your present as it comes through your past

II
Don’t you know me?
Buy a moon to look very well
I am your final back
Which would be seen by all
No matter the faces you may have shown

III
Don’t you know me?
Bribe the thunders
To hold lightning for a while in my view
I am the end of all your legacies
That which awaits your blame or blessings
That which prays for your footprints to stick in the latter
That very one who cheers
As she waits for the final baton
To speed from our body to myth
So walk well the path as I work our celebratory maths
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 18, 2019

DEVELOPMENT HOUNDS

(In honour of our fallen Tiger Eye journalist Ahmed)

You there wake the one napping there
Let him wake the one snoring there
So we can stand here and wailingly shout
Don’t ask what about
Haven’t you heard about the loss of a touch in this muddy sea we live?
We are shouting to the blood of ancestors who Bosiakoed themselves
Hoping we’d live better
We are going to wail to the restless spirits who hover in regrets
To hold safe our freedom of expression
Taking wicked bigots to the firing squad
Sanctifying mental warlords loving stupendously
Their reigns of power
And chasing voices of liberation into barns of fear
Locking them with huge padlocks of greed

II
We can’t be saddled with pox of poverty
And worry about our mouth pieces being infected with intimidatory dumbness
We can’t be scratching dwiibadwiibaa of corruption
Only for our eyes of hope to be removed
With knives of threats

III
We need the fleshless bones that fear no fall
To stand up to the conscienceless heads that fear dirt loss
We need the weeds out in order to tend to the needed plants!
We need the filthy rivers redirected
So we can clear our only sea hosting and feeding us into generations

IV
They can start with slaps of self awareness!
Then punches of mental fixation!
Then kicks to free the numbed pain veins
Which make it impossible for the their rotten teeth to feel the hurts they inflict on their own selves
If nothing works, they should seize their breaths in ancestral prisons
To clear our paths into tarred roads
To aid our growth

V
How can we be stumps forever
When rains of blessings fall from our sky in their seasons
Into our blessed loamy soils
Feeding our blessed roots?
What will be in our keep vault
When our drinking tanks have been replaced with baskets
Hidden in our many pored earth?

VI
So help call them to come
So we start the wailing
To draw our ancestors’ attention
To the imminent death of our little freedom
To avoid a future of mourning our only torch
Which leads in our days turned nights
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 17, 2019

YOU’VE BEEN ATE A LION’S EATING

You’ve been ate a lion’s eating
Your pot licked clean like an asanka of a famished seer
Even the veins in your womb have been drained of blood
Which shares your hope to other parts of your emaciated body
Why won’t every child come sensely vacant?

II
You’ve been ate a lion’s eating
No wonder your bones of failure
Precede your little flesh of freedom
How will milk in your breast not travel
Through dubious tunnels to be suckled by children of over ambitious schemers?

III
You’ve been ate a lion’s eating
Oh see how the pain makes you immobile
Sitting like simpa panyin as your exploiters
Dig your gold in the shine of your eyes
Moaning at the pleasure of your aiding leisure
And thanking the chains of your imprisoned mind for their treasure

IV
You’ve been eaten a lion’s eating
You’ve been licked a dog’s licking
You’ve been chewed in absurd kissing
Oh mother in whose womb the rains of need flood
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 17, 2019

I OWE YOU NOTHING

There is a laughter building up in the grounds of my stomach
Laughter which needs thousand voices of lionesses
To bring its intensity to ears
Whose mouths are shamelessly asking
Asking for a family building when they know
I just arrived from a war after losing a castle
A castle which was bombed after a fierce and long struggle
And I thought they’d know better

II
I owe you nothing!
Nothing at all
Not my pleasure and my time
Neither my winking nor my tickling
Not an announcing belly talk less of a tiring weakness
Neither an expected cry nor an honouring suckle
I so owe you none
Nothing at all!

III
I have taken the reigns of this horse I see in the mirror
This horse ridden by opinions into unions which bore nothing but pain
I have taken the reigns of this chariot
This chariot which carried more burdens than it could take
I am taking my time to wait for death’s call
Attending to cravings of delicacies hitherto neglected
Attending to yearnings of travelling left in past skies of fantasies
And gathering drops of pure laughter to use as makeup
When hidden challenges punch in unexpectedness
I owe you nothing, you and I know
Nothing at all!
So stop pestering!
You nosy trouble makers
Whose footsteps vanish after your handiworks!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 16, 2019

WISDOM

Educate your root to groom its tree
For the tree will in turn groom its flowers
And the flowers will bloom fruits in the grooming

II
A strong foundation is the trusted seat
Of a good building
So dig well with best pickaxes
Clear well with best shovels
Mix well the foundational mortar
A good blend of cement of responsibility, sand of respect, stones of care and water of love

III
Many empty vessels roaming in the name of beings
Would have transformed better from their fragile spermatozoa
After meeting ovaries
If these basics were solidified
So groom well your roots
And be sure to strengthen your foundation
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan 15, 2019

I AM A WITCH

I am a witch!
Yes, a witch!
That witch who flies on the broom of hard work
Through canoes of the night
Paddling with rumours of the bored
On rivers of the covetous
Hoping to reach the sea of success
Without your sweats of bother
So hide not in calling

II
I am a witch!
Yes, a magnanimous witch!
That witch who attacks with claws of kindness
Heads filled with guns of hatred
In baffling shadows of keen watching sunlight
Excelling in hard tests in classes of unseen teachers
So fret not in my addressing

III
I am a witch!
A very shameless witch!
One who murders wickedness with vampire teeth
In beautiful hearts in surgery beds of hope
Dripping with blood of love to charm the indifferent
And singing devilish songs of praises at my soul winning abilities
Am I not a super witch?
So why hide in calling?

IV
Call me in dignity and show your reverence!
Kneel in a call and bow in politeness!
Serve my every need and be my every feed!
You have made me superior to humans
And so I deserve the stool of your heads!
Lest I kill all who dishonour my super powers without mercy!
I did come well! Ɔ-baa-yie-foɔ!
So why shouldn’t I ride in my queenly palanquin while your eyes shiver?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 13, 2019

MENZGOLD OR MENZZERO? (Crazy Stanzas)

There has been a huge rain of evidence
Spelling FACT in bold
Of the rot that pilolo as myth in this nation
What does it take to buy the land?
Stamps of high stools bought by currencies without solid roots!
Pictures of first personalities whose camera is set
By fundings whose stem dazzle to blind at the sight of rotten roots!
And you call this a nation?

II
There is no way tree tops won’t know the plans of naughty birds!
There is no way the grounds of the wicked
Will know not his steps even through a tiptoe!
There is no way a danceable sound can come from Fontomfrom
Without skilled hands or well shaped sticks!
If you hear a moooo, know it comes from a cow!
Oh so praises bought with rot eventually stales to stink?
Nana o! Nana nieee! Ɔkronfoɔ no wɔ he?
These two are separated by just a thin line!
It is funny, how money bought appellations of handsomeness for a normal name
Which now stands naked with a dumpster hole
Receiving curses with tears
Over-stored urine of anger
Fecal rots of insults
Painful reactions of suicides
As security eyes of millions look through even needle holes for his body!
Tweakai! Agyawaadwo!

III
How did this Jesus example pull through this modern time?
Hailers turning jail callers? Oh Judas and the cocks! Chai!
This time, look out not for an awakening of redemption!
Just ask the right questions of the how
How did this come to be?
I will say greed used as bait on mousetraps of bought validations!
From Dumas to Buari!
Vicker to Dumelo!
Stars have brightened a stinking deal to milk many dry!
Shame on you!
Shame on us!
Shame on he whose bigger plan made fools of more nations than two!
Shame on money!
Shame on fame!
Shame on intelligence whose biggest formula
Flaws many an elites in revered seats!
See how many wear masks of shame like badges of honour!

IV
We now know how easy highest beings
Can fit into pockets of the ordinary!
Nyantakyi! Bɛgye wo boɔ ɛ!
We now know all twinkles brighten not in fair shine!
Seeing as apopobibire has been mistaken for a well maintained lawn!
We see how one man has bought skirt of disgrace for our nation’s grace
Yet we sit as though we know not the stench of corrupt farthing!
Aniwuo nie!

V
I clap for the genius
Who can get another face
And live in our midst like one without blemish!
I clap for his deeds which have made a statement
Of how wealth ignores even shouting facts!
Now let us all use our little fingers
To touch our rears
After staying without bathing for a whole week and over
And smell it
For we made it possible!
Possible for NAM to make us ɛnam on his ridiculing meal!
So our canes must go for those in our mirrors
Looking deeply into our eyes!
Look not just for him in far and near
Look for him from within
Within you who are tickets for every corruption
Through trains of bribery in your deep pockets!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 11, 2019

MODELLING UNSEEN PAIN WITHIN

I look at the grieving me in any mirror
And see the monstrous horns of horror
I think about the remaining you in the cold
In between the teeth that earth crush in fold
Then I remember I was told
There was a concrete with cement sold
To the mouth of the earth through the cold
Still I think, will you be served to the moth
Who will enjoy you with a ketchup of rot?
Always at that point, this your earthly maker, feels caught
And extremely tortured by fear that conscience bought
From even the least mistakes that contributed
To your transformation into the dish of death
Then she detests her legs for stepping on the earth
And her body for riding on its legs
Knowing you are in there
Oh this is so unfair!

II
Cruelty is missing a dear
Whose voice you can never hear
Though the distance is only six feet deep
Deep loving’s machete is definitely heartbreakage of parting
I am butchered in so many pieces
Pieces of disdain
Pieces of insanity
Pieces of fretting
Pieces of regretting
Pieces of hurting
Pieces of stressing
Pieces of disbelief
Pieces of psychosis
Pieces of hate
Pieces of bitterness
Pieces of blame
Pieces of begrudging
Pieces of God taunting
Pieces of loss
Pieces of self pity
Pieces of slugging
Pieces of devastation
Pieces of cursing
Pieces of pleading
Pieces of praying
Pieces of fear
Pieces of tears
Pieces of the clumsy
Pieces of burning
And pieces fighting for calm
All beaded and adorned on the bones of this ghost
Which parades the me which hypocritically lives like an unharmed
You are in my blood
You are so in my veins
You are engraved in my bones
Carved deeply in my heart
Hanging as a huge portrait in the chamber of my mind
Never ever to be forgotten
Kwadjo Opoku Ahwinie!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 31, 2018

NOTHING MOTHERING ALL THINGS

I have been following your mythical silhouette to find its owner
Living like a leaf carried by air in the sky of uncertainty
Anger mixes frustration and disdain
As something seems like anything
All in the can of nothing
But then again
Nothing is the mother of all things
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 10, 2019

WONDERTROPIS

We have crossed the seas of wonderment
To the shores of no surprises
Overlooking waves of bizarre shocks whose lost electricity
Have turned bubbles, foaming tongues of the ever licking waters, flirting with sands
And succeeding only to open and close onlooking mouths
Without waking any sound from their belly beds

II
This is an era where relationship experts hide foot rots of hurts
In socks of personal relationships in shoes of secrecy
This is a realm where he is no barrier to a she and vice versa
This is an era where perfectly happy and parading teeth
Hide behind nosy tongues in a bite
Protected by aiding lips
All on heads made functionless by ropes in the agony of suicide
Leaving fanatics dry with unanswered “how comes?”

III
This is a realm where the robe of celebrity
Is painted with many surprising colours
The colour of vulgar fooling
The shade of horrendous stupidity
The brightness of tactless blabbering
The darkness of no decorum
The deepness of no respect
The chaos of picking on others
The annoyance of supporting the wrong
With pornographic embellishments on costly stages

IV
This is the era
The era where scammers hold the keys to doors of academicians
The era where great musicians stand in shadows of noisemakers
The era where good hearts drown in oceans of artificial advertisements
On televisions of attention seeking
This is the era where all that abomination entailed have evaporated
Into the sky of fearlessness
Letting loose every darkness made to sleep in the deep caves of man
This is an era where children school their fathers
Scold their mothers
Beat their elder siblings to fan their egos
We are in an era where pride sits in falls
A realm where sinners preach to saints
Soon, sex will be determined after juvenility
And original bodies will merge with the made believe
Making it difficult to tell this from that
Policed by laws in gloves of rights to live without enquiry
Very soon, lenses of blindness will be the clearest goggles of safety
In this space called earth
Soon, very soon, that is, if the dawn of soon has not yet landed at our ports
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 9, 2018

REMINDERERS

There are sounds which are better not made
There are scars better left under skirts of decorum
Just a stick prick, and an infection occurs
Old songs of sadness are best left unsung

II
Care is knowing the hurt path
And leaving it to grow weeds of forgetfulness
Love is seeing the painful clothing
And covering it with wool of laughter
Tenderness is wiping off pity makeups
Upon seeing a troubled soul
There sure is no grace in acting reminder
Of a pain struggling to be forgotten
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 9, 2019

WOMANOCOOLTASIES

There are many noisy drums humming definitions of women
Abena Amoafowaa Jemremedua
My ears have turned bigger than that of the biggest elephant
Hugging the ground in listening
As oceans of chaotic banter battle winds of infuriated ears.
Some define a woman as a bottomless hole meant as a collection bowl by Odomankomah Nana Nyame
Ɛneɛ sɛ ɛɛgyeaaa nie
ATMs of pleasure; palm greasing, pleasure pounding
How I wish I can turn spectator to see the mortars and pestles at work after payments!
Oh no, don’t get me wrong, I am just a reporter of the gods
No mischief intended

II
Some define the woman as hands blessed to wash like machines
Wombs imperative to host and produce children like incubators
Owonta a w’asan agye Badu guan de, na w’awei koraa
Bodies needed to nurture like hens nurture chicks
And they must have fingers whose magic transform cooking ingredients into mouthwatering delicacies
Ɛneɛ nkate nkonto eei
Ɛneɛ lapiiiwa ne abɛnkwan
Ɛneɛ nkwan pa, ɛnaeehuroyi o
Wei deɛ Papa bi nnwom, ɔse:
“Ɛtɔ ne paya, ɛyɛ me dɛ o papa bi, ɛtɔ ne paya, ɛyɛ me dɛ o papa bi”
Eeei! Bɔyiɛ bɔi!

III
Some believe a woman is a goddess to be worshipped
On her buttocks, a stool of pampering comfort
On her feet, ahenemma of the right attention
On her head, a crown of praises shining on stages worth noting
On her body, clothes of respect on pomade of prestige
Even to open her mouth for a sound to kro-chia through her throat
There must be appellations of love
Ei! At this point the art of farting and hwiiitiming beg me to ask how they come in?
But Eno Abena, I value my mouth which enjoys its kontomoa without wailing like an abused dog

IV
Some use hot punches to define a woman
They say a woman is she who can battle in intellectual rings the other homosapiens called men
Winning by a unanimous knockout and taking the belt of superiority to create change
That Va-kuhukuhuu-gi-huhmmhmm-na-eeetien
Who puts a “pain-is” on the carpenter’s table
Saws, polishes and remodels into refinement
To see no inferiority in the mirrors of their eyes
A Boss’ own boss!
Bɔyiɛ!

V
Me I know no plain words and care not for definitions
I believe a woman is she who knows what she wants and works towards it like all humans
Not an eagle who acts chicken to cuddle
Not a goat who acts sheep to belong
Not a porcupine who acts dove for praises
Not a python who acts like a water snake for validation
Certainly not a sky which acts ground to please
A woman is she who knows her and her desires
If she is an elephant, she shakes her ground with each of her coming
Breaks trees which catches her fancy
Whips idiots who try to toy with her with her trunk
Bathing in any water she deems fit to cool her temperature
Knowing none can battle her in running.
If she is a bitch
She knows how to eat rich
Barking to scare her haters
Biting to tame her chasers
Protecting her lovers even in their lows of sleep
Satisfying her passions not caring eyes in watch
Serving her masters even in plasters
So yes
A woman is she who knows her body itches and definitely scratches to feel relief
She is no woman who tries to fit into tight clothes of obligations
Set by standards to kill her real self
She is no woman who puts handcuffs of opinions on her wings
Through norms to sit on trees of stagnancy
Only to pass her bitterness on as inheritance
I definitely am a woman
One whose corner enjoys some peace by living quietly
Let the definitions go on until sense settles in unbrellaring all minds
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 4, 2019

ANEW

We have crossed a bridge of a year onto another
Another which needs no bags loaded with problems
Dragged into its realm
Another whose slate can accommodate no old news
Let alone entertain old sentimental views
Shed it, we’re birthing ourselves anew

II
Our past can only be the fertilizer of our present
The more rotten, the better working
We are shedding the productiveness of our hard work
On skies of daydreams
Shedding the poison of self entitlement into gratitude and open mindedness
We will see no successes on trees of night dreams
Via forced wishes garnished with bitterness
There will be no monies hanging on phantom trees
We will plant seeds of money no matter how little,
Water them through self motivated hard work
Nurture them through dedication
Protect them by clearing weeds of greed
Until they grow to feed us
We are birthing our zeals anew

III
We are never reheating problems of our yesterday
In our vision pots of today
When we can get no nutritional solutions by feeding our minds with it
We are wearing clothes of positivity
Lenses of objectivity
We are wearing boots of determination
Holding bags ready to host laurels oh so attainable
Unnecessary feathers weighing us down
Will be carefully plucked to help us better fly
If we were chickens, we’re now eagles
If we were dogs, we’re now lions
If we were donkeys, we’re now wild elephants
We won’t sink low and kowtow no blows
We won’t nurse fears and rain no tears
We won’t hold each other in a pull-him-downs
We are helping each grow, hand in hand
This is the resolution
The resolution vehicling our actions to our successes
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 3, 2019

CHANGE IN NEED

I am shedding my clothes of sadness
Here I am
Standing stark naked
Awaiting your layers of seconds to fix scars of yesteryears
Your minutes to fix heartbreaks of your predecessors
Your hours to act as underwears of success
Your days to fix all premature greys
Your months to put on me clothes of dignity
To help change the narrative

II
I am telling no stories of doom
I am wearing no countenance of gloom
I refuse calls of devastation
So create me anew!
Even if the blessed be few
I need to be among
This soul needs no more deaths
Even Ghostly bodies need some bones of hope
To thrive on
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 31, 2018

PRIDE TO DEATH’S FALL

The fingers of days have connived with that of months
Joined in by hours and minutes, seconds and nano-seconds
Crowned by years to selectively
Choose the best part of this heart
To dig foundations of pain
Building storeys of unforgettable loss through grave deprivation
But I tell you today
You will search from my hair to carpets of my soles
You will never find even the shadow of my pride!

II
Yes, you can harvest tears from me!
Yes, you can milk fears from my guts!
Yes, you can break my joints to make me kneel
But I say and say again
You will never find even the shadow of my pride!

III
The celebratory thing to me
And annoying thing to you
Is the fact that it hides not!
It parades and catwalks
Shoos and orders
Stands regally saucily
But you can find not its shadow
Talk less of touch the helm of its determined apparel!

IV
So go on and bring it on!
I won’t ask for mercy and won’t ask for stoppage!
I won’t wear a pity
And won’t scent tiredness!
I know you have no ears
But I still have my breath
So fire your uncountable bullets of hurty challenges
Through the gun of life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 29, 2018

A CHRISTMASLESS CHRISTMAS

The Eve was a scarecrow of leaves
Pushing hurtful carols through monstrous throats of uncertainties
Blood on white background, garnishing taunting bodies
Whose teeth in laughter are marks of cannibalism
Battling hurts on unfair stages
Oh Tearstained Holy Night!
A birth garnished by sadness!
Foods of fear sit on plates of impending years
Burning wines acting acid in unvisited throats!
Who knew there were murderous punches in fists of Boxing Days?
I feel them so hard
Breaking in teeth of faith
Punching cuts on the face of hope
Hitting below belts of annoyance
Oh this Christmasless Christmas!
Poor lenses on these sore eyes!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 26, 2018

CUNNING

Gates of life are on shes
Fact!
Hammers for carving those gates are on hes
Another fact!
But birth births death
And hides in sicknesses
Accidents
Suicides
Cruelty
Old age
Always conniving with time
To blow forgetfulness
On its mischievous handiwork
How cunning!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 26, 2018

UN-SYNCING MOODS

When life’s fog, blocks future light
And a hopeless log, locks all might
Special days become accursed

II
Celebratory mourning
Confusing laughter
Hurtful toasting
I’m here, rubbish being thrown
Into a heap of a year by a cruel dying other
What is there to see?

II
Surely, white dresses repel this heart wearing black
Oh opposite traits of the world!
Happiness living beside sadness
Unfairness is the hand of an unfortunate clock
Swinging at will to send a chill
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 25, 2018

HANOA

You’ve been on my mind everyday
But today, I feel you sitting on the regal stool in here
Aduse-Pokua, how is your “Hanoa”?

II
I remember it like yesterday
You saying only a jump was left for you to reach Hanoa
I remember them like yesterday
Our chats and laughter, fallouts and tears
I see them like my reflection in my mirror
Your love in care and success at my welfare
Even amidst the many carers
My lonesomeness cries for you

III
Is there a secret in the month of December?
You bidding your bye on the eve of Christ’s birth?
Your thread through my womb and namesake
Leaving so sadly
Ten in this twelve of this eighteen?
Pushing sadness to the fore of my thoughts
What could possibly be the secret?

IV
I feel ghostly
I am lost
I miss you as I have none before
I wear this misery as I should Christmas dresses
And I know not how to take them off

V
Have you met him?
He whom I thought would replace you in this vacant space?
Have you met him yet?
If not, do look for him and connect
This feeling of not belonging is pushing me in,
In to there, there where every cell of my conscience scream in fear
And my guts scream cowardice
Do touch me with a magic wand
And turn this mood into wood instead of a tree
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 24, 2018

THE OFTEN UNNOTICED BLESSING

A great friend is like a clean river
In days of drought
A good friend is like the most delicious meal
In days of hunger
A good friend is like rain
When you, like the earth, scatter in dust,
They fall to piece you together

II
A good friend is like thunder
Giving shortest light in darkest times amidst roaring
To hold your sanity and dust for clarity
A good friend is like a measuring tape
Straightening in your crookedness
Telling the height of your impact
Width of your capabilities
Breadth of your failures
Wrapping your emotions in care and love

III
A good friend is the shoes of childhood
The diary of teenage
The pillow of adulthood
And the crown of old age
That is who you are
That is who you’ve been
That is how you bless me
That is who you’ll always be
My beautiful Small Rat and affable Ofui!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 21, 2018

OH KAY!

You won
You won the draft you forced us to play
Putting your novice mother under your orders
“Tell me what is in your heart”
I am sorry
“For going hungry to buy my drugs?”
I am sorry
“For roaming so much to look for my cure?”
I am
“You’re sorry for going to war to keep me alive?”
Kay!
“I knew Mama! I knew that even when you thought of death
You thought of you together with me”

II
I am sorry
“For bathing insults because of me?”
I am sorry
“For turning shame into clothes of pride all because of me?”
I am so sorry
“For wallowing in debts all because of me?”
Kay I am sorry
“For wishing me an empire instead of penury?”
You don’t
“You don’t know the angel you are
You don’t know the angel you’ve been
You don’t know the work you’ve done
But I know it all
And I won this draft so listen”

III
“Right now you’re back to 27
Amoafowaa, when you didn’t know me
You’re the poetess, so crack this out
From here on, pick a palm tree instead of a rose
If it fails in palm oil, kernel oil will be there
If it gives you nuts, its leaves will help you carry
If it makes a mess, the spine of its leaves will help you sweep
If it falls today, it can give you wine
And add its protein to see you through…”
But
“No but, just listen
A pot is great but needs a ladle in cooking
Legs are pairs like hands for many reasons
The pair must match
And I will watch
If any must be happy
It’s my dear Cecilia”
Kay
“Kokokoookoooo”
So I wake to find myself on this bed at Nobuamu
Not sweating, but yearning, crying but grateful

IV
Could it be my imagination?
Oh a dream like living!
Vivid! So vivid!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 16, 2018

I WAS WRONG

I was wrong
I was wrong to try to tear this mud house
Into a palace of comfort
For a future I knew nothing of

II
I was wrong
I was wrong to move you to the best place I thought possible
Knowing not I was pushing you into a dangerous dungeon

III
I was wrong
I was wrong to have left you
In chase of an uncertain future
And I am on my knees like a broken goat
I was wrong
I was wrong

IV
Regret plaster regret painting regret
I was wrong
So so wrong
To have created a hole in our secured anthill
Allowing scavengers a meal through carnivorous beasts
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 15, 2018

INSOMNIA

Sleep, I need to dump insomnia
So please visit my chamber
You’re that husband who deserted me years ago
And made me a guard of unfortunacy

II
Sleep, I weep for your keep
Please possess this tired body
I am sure an angel wishes it
And pain of eyes scream it

III
Sleep
Sorrow follows your abandonment
Thoughts pile bales upon bales on thoughts
History is a tasteless cold dish on the table of my mind
So come and embrace me a little

IV
I am kneeling on the grounds of frustration
Begging with a heart needing alteration
Pleading with a mind needing your sweeping
With a bit of your touch
I know perspectives will be clearer
Please, please, just visit
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 14, 2018

YOUR WAKE

“I love Kay
Kay loves me
We are one big family
We’re one great family
With a great big heart and a kiss from me to you…”
I won’t beg you to love me now

II
I am singing this song to keep your wake
I am keeping this wake on your sound sleep
Baby boy, walk on in confidence
There is nothing at this point I can do to you keep
Not even insolence
So I sit to watch you go
A bad sad night for me
A triumphant return for you
Love of my life
These tears are but a river to ferry you there
There, where no more pain exist
There, where no medication will be needed
There, where no massage will be imperative
There, where no herbalist will be needed
There, where no fake pastor will be needed
There, where no spiritualist will be needed
Thank you for blessing me here
Here, where all you saw was pain
Here, where all you felt was pain
Here, where bitter pills piled on bitter concoctions and horrid fetish
Here, where your mama’s sadness made you tear up more than once
You need not be told you were loved
You felt my heartbeat and you saw my smiles
You heard my songs and heard my poems
You danced with me and felt the heat of my back
Even when I couldn’t lift you physically
I tried my best
Sleep soundly, my love
A Monday born who left on a Monday
Only for your mama
A Tuesday born to hear on a Tuesday
This Wednesday night is for you
My wake, your biggest take
My guarding, your towering royalty
Rest for rest to tire your breath
You so deserve it
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2018

SLEEP?

My eyelids are sounding nightmare bells
So I am afraid to go to the school of sleep
Do you see the sea of tears built by the pain of your gone?
Do you feel the statue of agony built in my mad soul?
Do you hear the crazy footsteps of my ache?
Do you know the path you have taken
Is no path I want you to before I ply?
Can’t you hear mama’s voice calling your return?
Don’t be an ash in the wind
I who made you, have lighted no match
Don’t play on the strings of my heart
You know your long nails of loneliness are cutting deep into me
Don’t, Daddy don’t!
Please don’t, oh don’t!!!
I can’t breathe, I just can’t breathe
Come, please…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2018

YOU’RE IN EVERYTHING

It seems my eyes are set on your fantasy stage
I see your face on every page
I can’t detach from all the rage
Words don’t help, not even of those of a sage
I am in an anger cage

II
You’re on my bed
Watching my eyes which are so red
You are in that shed
Your voice so very clearly heard
You are in my head, oh so in my exploding head
You are on this page, this very writing page

III
Son of mine, you know you’re fine
I did tell you you looked so fine
Son of mine, I will not whine
So come back my love and be forever mine
Kay Kay you know I can’t dine
Not with you gone, I just can’t dine
Son of mine! Son of mine!! Son of mine!!!

IV
I hear you even from my blocked ears
I see you even in my fears
I feel you so much in my tears
What do I do to this bear?

V
Son of mine come, give mama just a hug
Son of mine, mama feels just like a rag
Kay Baby, everything seem like a bug
What is stabbing this heart so many times?
Daddy Kay, some deadly noise is chiming
Daddy Kay your mother’s words have stopped rhyming
Daddy Kay your mum is a mess on an alien floor
Turn a bit, you know you can’t pretend not to care

VI
Daddy Kay, I am so scared
Agya Opoku, I don’t know what to do
Opoku Ahwinie, please turn a bit, I can’t lie still
Are you in my blood or in my veins?
You know my heart is beating so fast
You know my hurts can forever last
You know my fears can slash my tomorrow
Why leave me with all these sorrows?

VII
I am breaking apart
Come and again start my heart
Kay!
Daddy Kay!!
Agya Opoku!!!
Medɔba…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2018

FORGIVENESS

Odomankomah Nyankopong Totorobonsu is the ultimate judge of our lives
We have no stools in lives of others
To sit like judges and condemn souls
The mock ones in life are just for protection; justice and fairness
We are not qualified to throw stones
In mistakes of others
Because fallibility is a natural cloth on every skin
We are all pigs trying to bathe clean in muddy waters of holiness
After every dirt wallowing
We are all rags
Trying to wash ourselves into tatters of cleanliness
After every stain of sin
We are chronic sinners
Who need understanding in place of accusations
We are all travellers
On crooked paths which we mostly never see
So help better a path in love or quietly pass
We can only eat each other up, in a survival fight
All others are falling in failing to our standing or ending
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 11, 2018

STORY OF OUR LIVES

People write stories
They write stories in my story
They write stories in your stories
They give pages in their stories to your stories
So we each have stories upon stories within our stories
And we have stories in stories of others stories
An interconnectivity of stories

II
We own the ink to any story our body pens write
Know there are no erasers to these stories
No cancellation in these stories
Just build ups
So let’s paint better words than sorry
Build better testimonies many will need as a good modelling lorry
Not something we’ll read later and worry
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 10, 2018

HIDDEN MEANINGS UNDER CHURCH SKIRTS

There are so many meanings hidden
Hidden in songs ridden
Ridden on vocal cords from the bottom of burning intestines
Intestines locked away by flesh of stomachs

II
Rising like sunrise and stabling like burns
A heart fluttered to die and resurrected to live like a ghost
Scar of pain gathering guts to form sounds
Sounds in contribution of the chorus

III
Starting like a lullaby and stabling like a dirge
A heart bubbled to shatter
The blow of loss murdering a glow
A glow whose flow lies like a haunting cross
A burden which forces sounds in contribution to the choral

III
Starting like hope and stabling like dope
A head nurtures a vegetative dream
Which in newborn, screamed success
But beat itself into sickness and now lies immobile
The pain of failure corroding valour of its host
Helping to form sounds in contribution to the choral

IV
Starting like trust and stabling like complaint
Babies have appeared in wishes
Running around as busy but proud hands serve dishes
A wedding marked a beginning
A beginning whose every footstep has unveiled a reality
A reality that desert wombs walk among the fertile
And wishes have no physical wings
So frustration gathers sound in contribution to the choral

V
Some sounds start like thanksgiving and end like pleas
Some are thanksgiving ending in even more appeals
Some are praises ending in direction asking
Some are just sounds for hypocritical belongingness
Still some are sounds with no essence
Deceit to attract, receipt of winning against holiness
Whatever meaning they hold
Buildings with God’s gods and goddesses
Oh sorry!
Temples with God’s presiding angels bear them all
They may be listening and or knowing
Oh pardon
They are listening and surely know their underlinings
This odd soul feels strange hearing these rituals
Oh no, these songs
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 9, 2018

VAJAYJAY ILLUMI-NOTHING

Vagabond Alluring, Gamer In Nothing, Ashtray!
Who served you onto the African woman in this modern world?
Who made you a begging bowl on the street of love?
Who made you a trap to catch skillful players on this park of coupling?
Do you have a connection to brain cells?

II
I am tired
Seeing your handwriting on public boards
Wearing pathetic sympathy suffocating hearts to take your side
I am nauseous
Watching you hoarding eggs to jump the hole of singleness
Like an overfed bull being pushed by a dead ant
I am ashamed
Looking on as you take off your covering
Showing your naturally decorous self
Under disgusting spotlights
Just to catch attention of nincompoops
I am saddened
That a holy ground is now a gutter
With spittle of insults mixing fecal matter of dread
Pathetic urine kissing crocodile tears in horror of eyes!

III
The global connection is not your coital stage
Where you perform your horrid acting
Sure, your part of the whole hide from real business
So discipline you!
By all means, satisfy you without playing victim!
A great footballer cries not after scoring points
By all means play fair
A great lottostaker shows well her prices as they come in
By all means perfect your act
Studying to gain knowledge on your commercialness or otherwise
Will take off your spectacles of ridicule
None has the time to see the many baskets of hurts you weave
On this World Wide Web!

IV
Stop letting eyes feel like gauging themselves out
When the world has better to offer!
Stop making mouths roam
In search of needles and threads to seal themselves
When tongues have much to say!
Stop making ears look for plucks to block their canals
When many a nice tunes await a listening!
Play adult only when the balls in your breasts can stomach responsibilities!
Vajayjay Illumi-Nothing!
We’re tired of your poor acting!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 7, 2018

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YOUR WORKS: OUR LIVES

From the suited to the naked
Stools to foot mats
From the loving to the hurting
The active to the sluggish
No mouth can sit idly for days
Without showing the absence of your handiwork
Why?
Because if we are vehicles
You’re our oil
If we are skies
You’re our silver linens
If we are seas
You’re our waters
Forever Arresting Risks Marking Emaciation and Ripping Souls

II
I can boldly say you’re our words
You fill satisfaction and help our brains to write alphabets
With our hearts
Before blessing ears and eyes
I will rightly say you’re gods and goddesses of our time
Many may not notice, but without you, nothing runs
Your products are the centre of our existence
A day is never enough for your celebration
Fishers of the best parts of humanity, ayekoo!

III
From kooko mankane to aburo
Amaango to kube
Ntoosi to atosodeɛ
Every thing you kill to wake bless us
And even help glorify your killed
Miracle workers!
Killers of thunders of stomachs!
Throat romancers!
Killers of hungering halitosis!
Does every tongue that look down on you while chewing,
Swallowing or drinking know the curses they dig on themselves?
Your every dirt should be our shrine!
Your every drop of sweat, our holy drops in watering!
We hail you!
We thank you!
We love you for being the basis of our locomotion!
The basis of our living!
And pray for your hands to forever stay strong through generations
To bless us in continuity
Akuafo Anyame, yɛ da mo ase o!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 7, 2018

THROUGH THIS STORM

I know
That this land on which you stand
Shakes you into no understanding
As to how these clouds got onto your sky
I know your space and how you pace
Even when you stand in just one place

II
I know
Right now, nostalgic feelings
Fetch memories, happy memories
On screens of uncertainties
Begging the questions
Were they real or unreal?
I know your space and how you pace
Even when you stand in just one place

III
I know
The future seems like a monster
Forcing to chase you into a history
That faded upon your sudden jolt
I know your space and how hard you pace
Even when you stand in just one place

IV
I know
You’ve seen your soul in an arrow
An arrow from your angel of protection
Nothing beats death in pain like the blood
Oozing from your heart
Unseen by eyes
Flooding your spirit
And tearing your body apart
I know your space and how you pace
Even when you stand in just one place

V
What should I do now?
What can I do now?
What will I do now?
What must I do now?
Rhetorics with no answers play your mind like a haunting xylophone
I know your space and how you pace
Even when you stand in just a place

VI
I know
You see happy teeth even with your eyes closed
I know
You see the pointing fingers even in your sleep
I know
You feel the pain of many arms
Encircling your whole world and carrying it away
I know your space and how you pace
Even when you stand in just a place

VII
Trust that you will flourish
If you see beyond the clouds
And feel the soaking of your rains
Trust you
You have a strength in store
Waiting to float onto your body
For all to see
Trust you’re the boss of your ship
The goddess of your whip
You’re the Jesus of your storms
All you need is a decision to muster courage
To ORDER!
And all will stop, even evil spirits that chased, to follow your lead
A heartbreak is like a strange manna in hunger
Your greatness starts from feeding from it
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 6, 2018 for a beautiful lady after my heart.

WHAT IS AMOAKOA TO DO?

What is Amoakoa to do?
There is a tuber of cassava growing in her mound
A tuber which hid itself
Like a thief hiding under a vehicle
In the depth of her mound
Failing to stand in the way of flow
To be pictured into a capture
Swerving Amoakoa and beating her to winning

II
Now everybody is watching
Everybody is curious
House faces are furious
And Kwaku’s beautiful wits have been soaked by bile
Oh those huge eyeballs of society rolling like rollercoasters!

III
Society is raining curses in ridicule
Yet have many outlined errands for the growing cassava
Its huge carnivorous cane chases Amoakoa
One who never planted her cassava alone
But is on the spotlight of hatred

IV
Amoakoa can’t breathe but must breathe for two
Amoakoa can’t eat but must eat for two
Amoakoa can’t sleep but must rest for two
Instruments are threatening murder in crooked healing hands
Home threatens forceful ejections
Kwaku threatens abandonment like thunder and lightning
What is Amoakoa to do?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 28, 2018

MARRY A MAN

Marry a man
Marry a man and not a boy
Marry a man as fair as the sun in judgement
A man who looks at you like a myth, a beautiful myth
Which is like wealth he can never lose
Marry a man who feels no pangs of failure in your successes
And has no ready extinguisher for your dreams

II

Marry a man
Marry a man with a golden secret vault of thoughts
Which can keep you and your beautiful dirt safely locked
Even when hurricanes of fury put you both
In whirlwinds of separation

III
Marry a man
Marry a man with a natural magnet
A natural magnet that bonds you even from afar
A natural magnet that keeps his hands around you
Glues his eyes on you
And catches the radar of your emotions
No matter how complex

IV
Marry a man
Who is like a mirror
Which reflects your beauty and points out your errors
In beautiful but correcting ways
All the while remaining clear

V
Marry a man
A man whose ears work more than his mouth
A man without fists in provocations
A man who loses to you in inconsequential things

VI
Marry a man
Marry a man with a smile
A man whose thoughts feel your tiredness
One who knows no gender
And has a hugging ability like the God of love

VI
Marry a man
Marry a man with romantic bones
One who sweats to plan for your smile and laughter
And will know your little you
Taste your little you
An explorer of your secret caves like no other
A teaser and a pleasurer

VIII
Marry a man
Marry a man like your guard
One whose hands are without metal gloves
And is as transparent with his coffers as clearest of waters
A man who is himself even in your rains
A man who makes you rush home from wherever
No matter how exciting it promises
Marry a man, a man by all means and not a boy
A boy who can act coy and make you a toy
Marry a friend, a ride or die friend
You owe your beautiful bodies that
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Nov. 29, 2018

BODIES and SHADOWS

You think and see how strange it is
It is no mirror
It is no body
It is just a cast of you mostly longer than your form, sometimes sizeable, other times shorter
Sad they can’t be touched
Horrible they can’t be hugged
Annoying they flee your advances to mould
Yet they are your shadows

II
The hot sun that set us up
The cool sun that manipulated us into this
The faint light that cajoled and made us up
Have shed their skins
Some of their seeds almost pleading
Others continuing this cruelty
Can’t you see?

III
You’re me and I am you
I am you and you are me
We are a we: you and I
Cruelty did us separate
Years plastering years plastering years plastering in hundred of years ago
But our root shake at our silent wars
Shadows shaking grounds of bodies with abuse
Thinking themselves better than their source
Bodies howling in anger
Looking down on their shadows

IV
Happy eyes say in their heads
Look y’all are one
But their mischievous mouths smile and cheer our fight

V
Funny
How we will fight the battle of ownership
Ownership of body
Thinking shadow a lesser existence
Forgetting they are one and the same
Stuck for all lifetimes
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 27, 2018

WATERLESS SEA (Crazy Stanzas)

I need a very tall ladder
To climb into minds holding the reigns of our national horses
I need a very good lift
To the core wiring of these great minds sift!

II
Which fishes, drink the waters of their own sea
Sell them for cheap to greedy drought
Kill the clouds of their sky to weed out rain
And are still happy in breeding in there?

III
The now is their got, they think
The future is their naught
Their younger ones should sink
They think not of the sun yearning to dry them
Care not about the pans yearning to fry them
They see no mud hoping to cake them
They forget their enemies above
And their enemies beneath
Enemies beside and enemies in swoop
All they care about is the now
Even as their sweats burn the sands of their dock
Creating fertile grounds for ships of fish nets
To be better grounded
Am I in this horrid sea?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 23, 2018

A BIRD IN FLIGHT

In every bird in flight
Is a fear of fall
The mark of the unknown
Dents histories of the flown
It could be a stone from a catapult
A hit from a stick
Bullet from a gun
Lightening from the sky
Or even a scare from a thunder
Need I mention a sudden breakage of wings?
But it still flies
Scouting food
Living life
Loving
So hang onto your composure
And fly
Fly like a winner
Until the unknown appears
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 22, 2018

FOR REAL MEN (For men on International Men’s Day)

There is a reason those shoulders were built broad
There is a reason those chests are made flat
There is a reason strength flows freely in those veins
There is a reason many lives live in the balls of your guns
Men! Bosoms where many a love begins

II
No matter how imperative the fetching of water is
Those holding baskets as buckets know their clowning
So must fall from the tree of men
Into the dumpster beneath
On this day of celebration

III
A man is he who knows his freedom and its heaven of importance
So much so that he dares not, even in his dreams
Build prisons for any other
A man is he who sees his biblical ribs as himself
Knowing the unfairness of the thorny crowns
History nailed in heads of women
And works to burn those crosses, minutes on end

IV
A real man is a unifier of emotions
Great at empowering even his pets
Even when eyes are locked deep in darkness
A real man is one who takes no vitamin D of another
Drowning none in his shadows
That real man is he who stands on this stage of celebration
This day

V
We build you altars of worship strong souls!
We sing you songs of praise cool hearts!
We create love in rivers calling for the merging into seas
Just for you
We hold guns in hunting any ills against you in this forest of madness
Continue to empower, to love, to protect and be protected
Even heavens bless for fairness
So this shine is from above
From the bedroom of the creator
Just for you!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 19, 2018

GRATEFUL

Through the mud and through the gutters
Through the fears and through the tears
Through the doubts and through the hounds
Through the taunts and through all beatings
You have been here
Here with me shadownically
Quietly pushing
Masterfully weaving
Powerfully watering me into fruition
Ahunuabobirim, aseda nka wo din!

II
Thank you, for nurturing this borla bird
Into an eagle
Thank you, for protecting this ant into an elephant
Thank you for polishing me through the fires
Into a golden bird with wings so strong
Blessings and blessings and blessings and blessings
To you my God, writer of my script of life!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 16, 2018

AN ANGEL CALLED STELLA

Many pots go to the stream and return
Pots and water intact
Why did you have to go all the way to the stream
Fetch, labour to carry
Walk nine moons to reach
Pour the water in its rightful barrel
Only to take a short stroll to shatter into unpieceable pieces?
Many might comfort themselves
With “the one who fetches water breaking the pot” adage
But I still wish I could piece the cracks
Piece them together!

II
You make me want to chase after him
Or is it her?
No, it definitely must be an it!
It is only a monster which chases with no step sounds!
It is only a monster which battles in myth!
It is only a monster which bites into earthly angels without being seen!
It is definitely a monster whose coming even beats thieves!
Oh hands of mine!
Why hath thou no eyes on your fine fingers?
Why hath thou no claws with spiritual Bluetooth or tracker
To track down this beast
To open its unending mouth
To take out this angel?

III
We have been rained on by madness of thoughts of you
Mama Stella!
We are facing the hottest sunlight of your loss
Our emotions melting like Shea in our vessels
We are battling an accursed whirlwind
Which acted hawk to steal you from under our wings
Throwing dust of pain in our eyes
Rivers of tears are gathering into a sea
Of not knowing how to get over you
But aren’t small ships set with our names on it?
Aren’t we eventually going to meet in the belly of the earth?
Aren’t we all, no matter how skilled
Being hunted in this jungle called life?
I know you’ll frown at this
But what can I do in this state?

IV
You believed in an angelic you even in the trap of death
You believed in thanksgiving no matter happenings around us
You believed in a God of perfection whose biography knows no mistake
You believed, believed in a realm of zero sorrow
So our tantrums end in respect
Respect for you, and wishes of yours
Angel Stella, fly higher
Strengthen your wings and cover us and your little ones in protection
Until time bridges our distance
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 10, 2018

DEAR CYBER BULLY

Dear cyber bully,
Why do you hide your face
Behind some chaotic wires?
Are you a grasshopper hiding in the grass of an elephant?

II
Dear cyber bully,
Why do you hide your fist
Behind some poor poor keypads?
Are you an armless coward in the family of an African king?

III
Dear cyber bully,
You might have some rotten teeth
And a foul mouth
What is with all the frowning alphabets
Painting your victims’ inboxes and timelines?

IV
Dear cyber bully,
Grow some balls or grow some breasts
Build a ring or call on a stage
Targets you shoot with arrows of the dark
If cowardice is not your winter clothes worn in your summer of all good suns
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 7, 2018

THE SHE THAT I AM

I fit into stars
I fit into moons
I fit into suns oh high and low
I fit into waters
I fit into fires
I fit into earthquakes oh mild or deadly
I am the she that I am

II
I can
Transform from an ant into a lioness
Metamorphose from a nodding lizard into a reflective chameleon
I can be the sheep turned goat on the gloat
How about flowers with swords of thorns
Weeding dangerous fingers in soils of boastfulness and hardness?
I am the she that I am

III
Agowa’s treasure
One naught can measure
Obenewaa’s goddess
Thought in all goodness
Kwaku Sefa’s dream
Who gave him honour cream
The Northern Bright Light
In all love and might
I am the she that I am

IV
My knees may taste gravels hidden in sands
Not for the dance of enemy bands
My eyes may flow with seas of tears
Not for the pleasure of taunting fears
My body may flow with waterfalls of sweat
Not from the haunts of cruelty’s hurt

But for the flutters and happiness of beautiful hearts
I am the she that I am
That she that Ama Ghana owns in many pieces
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Nov. 6 2018