Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
Dawn is clearing the path of the new sun After filling the hole of the old Its tears are of hope and despair Could the new be a replica of the old? II The old sun died with time The earth pulling on it the cover of darkness Pushing it to set prematurely Aided by […]
On egos ride Sits pride which is cautioned to hide Like two in one in a stride The groom rides the bride The bride feels dry even on the side II Cleaning to gleaning A leg on a leg Washing to cooking Newspaper blessing eyes Sweeping and weeping Eyes glued on women’s butts parading on […]
It sheds its skin of years When time travels from J to D Like the proverbial snake who sheds, marks And never looks back Each spot remains on the shed As the new skin makes its history into shedding I am like the year which acts like the snake II He who builds mud on […]
For all that is fair All that we share All that life makes us bear I hope for you strength to dare Even when storms of life glare Hoping for you speed of the hare To go through and success pair This New Year and beyond Happy New Year to all followers of amoafowaa.com. Thank […]
I cry for you You whose time was set before birth Shaped by fixed days Rounded by a set of months II As your seconds tick into your minutes I know your heart sinks As you fall into the arms of history But do take these These flawed claws Which have arrested our fingernails And […]
They imagine Christmas in snow When our feet greet the dust of harmattan As morning cold bites into skin II They imagine a pot-bellied-red-apparelled-man-myth With goodies for children In this drop of cold and heat Blackmailing children into submission for a short while Preparing them for rebellion after years of disappointments III They imagine a […]
Episode III The Making Of Orgiastic Cyprian is an episodic fiction by Oppong Clifford Benjamin which focuses on educating its readers on the sacredness of sex and how the pleasurable act can be a divine form of prayer between a creature and his creator. The story centres on a mysterious sect of young women between […]
In the fourth year after the old Odekuro Asomdwehene Obenefo Yohani Atta Nikanika died, there arose three men from the land of Montie who came shouting in the wilderness: “Make way for the Son of Drahama, Odekuro Okasafo Yohani Mahani Nikaboka, he who has been anointed to rule in the affairs of the land with […] […]
(This post is to wish all Christian followers of amoafowaa.com a very Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year. You have been there always, reading, following, encouraging, correcting, liking, commenting and sharing. May God continue to bless us all. Enjoy…) There are infant tears Which like handkerchiefs, will wipe our fears A holy mother, a […]
A story told millions of zillions of times An occasion whose infectious smile Blesses the lips of all celebrants One baby cried for the jubilations of the heavens And the knowing on earth years and years back Still, Herod hated his herald of high hierarchy in heaven Hunting him in his zone II A celebration […]
There are walls around a nation A nation fought for with priceless blood A nation whose beauty, like mud fish in muddy water, Hides in walls too high in ugliness Walls of corruption Walls of deception Walls of greed Walls of power-drunkenness Walls of ridiculous stunts Walls of begging Walls of tribalism Walls of labeling […]
Like water They seep through rocks of hearts Engraving themselves as reference sources Marking themselves beside their makers II Words… So powerful that elders analogise Their retraction to spittle thrown into gutters Which have seen no cleaning for decades Branding royals servants of poor tongues Pushing crowns from heads cemented by fate III Words… Ordinary […]
The Making Of Orgiastic Cyprian is an episodic fiction by Oppong Clifford Benjamin which focuses on educating its readers on the sacredness of sex and how the pleasurable act can be a divine form of prayer between a creature and his creator. The story centres on a mysterious sect of young women between the ages […]
When Christ was born Riches were myrrh, incense and gold Kings and farmers owned them most Poverty was hunger With no discrimination for food Times have traveled Elevating riches to much of infinity Upgrading poverty to little from none Let the scribes note II When Christ was born None sought gifts but him Fists owned […]
We remember the claws of yesterday After feeling the smooching of palms today A new dawn easily sheds its night And falls into nothingness If it records no history And acts like a boring copycat Yes, believe it or not History has teeth which bite through memories II Whichever crown graces your head On the […]
Dem say sukuu be all Woman no be kitchen maid Woman be queen wey need worship I see say I be stupid for dis world II I get respect I cook for my big man to chop He no tink say I go poison am Im dey trust im life for my hands If dat […]
I sit in comfort on my bed With head carrying fires of hell What could I possibly be to you? A fling in a sling on a swing? II I think with my heart Which beats like bass in a loose speaker I hurt like a bird with broken wings I can fly to no […]
There is a farm hidden in me Although sunlight feels not its land And air pumps through thin tubes As rain never get to muddy its ground It is fertile enough to grow II Bless my land with a perfect seed Help it blend in rot to live Help it grow as seed to show […]
Dawn is opening morning’s doors Freeing beings like birds to fly Look keenly and see the lie As some with feathers tower above legs II Birds are known to fly to seek Food they peck with oh their beaks Crippling birds do seem so weak With their dangers so in chase But what of the blind […]
The Making Of Orgiastic Cyprian is an episodic fiction by Oppong Clifford Benjamin which focuses on educating its readers on the sacredness of sex and how the pleasurable act can be a divine form of prayer between a creature and his creator. The story centres on a mysterious sect of young women between the ages […]
After angst and jubilation have gone to roost In an opposing clash which selections boost What is there but a sea with no boat Calling all eyes; with hurt and gloat To look past emotions and rise to a challenge II All in laughter show their teeth All in outcries show their teeth What is the […]
Same winds can blow north, south, east and west As the food Coveted by many embark on a journey to build us all Through your able self Build with the protein of togetherness Fill with the carbohydrate of wisdom Heal with the vitamin C of hard work Through the watchful eyes of vitamin A Never forgetting […]
For a country whose hallmark is peace, it is sickening to see the manner in which the two major political parties are conducting themselves barely a day after elections. The impatience, the “taunts in call” which receives immediate response, the declaration of “leads” and “winnings”, the pain of watching as supporters’ temperament rise in tension puts […]
Heads vary in many competitive phases But are same in unknown endings Like fire, their hearts heat to shrink Like ice, their heads freeze to explode Little noise makes them jump Ah! Obi ne stomach! Wim wim wim! II Who will climb the golden stool? Who will fall at the feet of defeat? Who will […]
Who but the ink Bleeds to cleanse? Who but the pencil fearlessly scribbles to right? Who but the pen honours the befitting? Writecrism What feat have you achieved? II Fie on all inks Who write to praise the unright Fie on all pencils who lick boots like stooges Fie on all pens who worship societal […]
Humans are known to be political animals. The saying did not exclude women from this saying but in Africa, reality speaks volumes of backing the notion that “men are the real political animals”, talking about men, not the Biblical ‘men’ where women are included, just the men in the gender state. It is sad to […]
Says it straight and makes no bends!
There is no baby born with a mark of religion There is no baby born in religious colours Man made religion So sought and still seeks routes to God Many paths can lead to a farm Where they meet, there is no ownership Why do we seek superiority in the face of tolerance? II What […]
Words are on the field of deliberations From high heads dripping with opinions from perspectives dynamic The question which is like the ball on the field? Was Castro a dictator? II Castro was a dictator! Obama is a hypocrite! Trump is the ish when it comes to the bible’s wish Trump is truthful His eyes […]
Who thought the chased tadpole Would grow to be a toad And outwit all snakes and predators To walk with own legs to the city of death? II Who thought a struggling soul Would be a David to topple a millitary Goliath And open the gate of enlightenment For many whose swords were metal to […]
As many leaves fall to pave way for new So do humans fall for space for new Many leaves have fallen in this harmattan Which winds uprooted the strong root Of a great palm Shaking the grounds of the unshakeable Ashanti Kingdom? II Hunger has no bluetooth But the elders say Only a mother feels […]
I wish, I wish, I wish! I wish I had a day To travel to the mind of man I would want to explore all his caves To know the wires that touch To electrocute some senses Into forming actions gargantuans To horrify my sisters and I II I’d first love to be a tourist […]
I am a product of a nation Which was stung by the bee of slavery That I am But that is centuries ago I was never a slave I acknowledge the pains of my caught brothers and sisters of my ancestors That should not drag me Into caves of self sympathy Wallowing in the dirt […]
I pour this libation From my free but poor calabash Which knows hunger as a happy sport And not an opposing wrestler To let dreams fall into sleep of all To see fierce and hunting war In chase of ones whose preferences Became their bait of horrid fate II I pour this libation from my […]
When the sound of the trumpet Is rejected in echo Like a ball thrown to a wall And it finds not the hole and the mouth Which gave it life for the errand It falls into vanishment Like little dust in overflowing gutters Let ears hear the sound of tolerance II When the cock sings […]
I have a voice But no matter the loudness of the noise I vote Ghana! II I have a choice But no matter the decision I will rejoice And vote Ghana! III Never will my blood boil To break the pot That hosts my waters of life I vote I vote Ghana IV Never will […]
Ghana is almost sixty years old and any human being at sixty is almost close to his grave. All expectations and achievements have been realised. Only (excuse my language) a fool will bank all his hopes on lottery at sixty. If life is important, our country Ghana is more important because it is the property […]
There is a cloud forming on clouds The sky of red, gold, black star and green Has arms wide opened to mean It can take all the dance on court floor, even the mean And awaits personalities who will fall into shrouds II Amidu holds the reins And just got Woyome as the horse Hoping to […]
In Ghana, the sun always sets Now elephants, coconut trees The cockerel, the sun All battle to topple the umbrella II Some call it the leaking umbrella Which has been bribed by nature’s delicacies To cancel its safety obligation Some call it the weak emblem Blown in shame by winds of corruption Some call it […]
When the gods speak into mouthpieces Let the people get their earpieces If the street listens to beats Legs get massaged by the rhythms Who are legs to complain? II Generations die for generations to live A kiss in the dark in some archaic moments Sex on the street in contemporary times Leafs of innocence fall […]
On this ground of uncertainty Look my way Hold my hand like a crawling toddler Heal my feet And hold me up II I am but soul on clay I am nought but your weave I am nought but your grateful robot Help me step to you III Where the world flaws Give me holding […]
When you feel him drifting Heart races in sad palpitations Fears roll in high doses Pain slices deep in soul But what is a woman to do When his heart drifts? II Pain is the reluctance to chat Harm is the secret of neglect Murder is the hidden other Hiding, and cheating Tactfully dismissing Skillfully […]
How did this happen? A bull dog winning a battle with a lioness? How did this happen? Trash beats motherly breasts to become a tap of filth? Who will filter this? A demon has penetrated through the gates of peace Will the peace cease? II A massacre of thoughts Marrying chaos like disaster Emphasising pain […]
A lioness battles a bull dog In a scary, dark and thick fog All name calling like betrayer and a hog Will be flogged and caught in an end clog II A gentle soul begs for thumbs in whole Competing with a monster from a hole Whose drift would be smeared in coal And who would become […]
The beginning of love Is like the beginning of creation I am sure God’s heart raced As he created it all His joy sat in a celebratory palanquin Developed wings and danced like an all powerful ruler Hailed by satisfaction as a look upon jubilant When all was done Chorus: My ears can imagine his […]
Serious basket sent to the stream of ambitions To fetch heads which sync with hands In hardwork to weave the nation Suddenly developed comedic holes Posing pictures of ridicule In a nation whose teeth can’t afford a smile Talk less of laughter II Fishes flawed and thrown out Have majestically managed to catwalk Into the […]
It is only in the house of politics We find blinding smoke without fire Its finances, like confusing qualitative thesis, lacks mathematics Its words flying with no hands to tame to collate II Tongues of tongues are begged in hire Hands with corrupt cash magnets Get to be called sires Brains with guttered tricks Get […]
Travelling air Uncaring stare Pinches for feeling is all the care Not fair but what is fair When noses murder without prompts Only to be buried in plants? Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
We are our illnesses We, golden children Conceived painfully and graciously By Asaase Yaa, the goddess of nature How can we heal? II Our legs flirt with fine dust of deceit Enthroning it to build mansions In our priced noses Distributing coughs of fear Digging pain of panic Blinding us and Developing weaknesses which deepen […]
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