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. :)
Almost gone are the days When good songs told stories Stories of morals and uprightness And were whips for wayward consciences To run to the right paths II Almost gone are the days When rivers of wisdom Flowed into empty wells of youth To seal the future of morality and discipline Eternal darkness is falling […]
I always aimed to be a potted flower I envied their supplies From waters carried by muscles To the manure bought to feed Talk less of their pampering of shades and aids And their protection and attention II They were like the dream Which emptied me from their cans of dark bliss Onto scolding thorns […]
If I build a house I won’t house a mouse Mice which crawl in clothes of darkness To eat my rice Rolling my dice And putting my eyes in a quandary of lies Are nothing nice II Roasting on ghost nets After walking on the finest clouds Being toasted on fear fires Like a lost […]
Love is when the heart Stands at the dilemic path of uncertainties and possibilities II Love is when misunderstandings Blow over and turn fun To vaporize into lessons III Love is when thoughts sway afar Sitting with memories of one in a present shadow IV Love is when you open your mind to dream Thinking […]
Legs stand frail Smaller than thighs Which they carry like a huge mountain on two small trees Yet move calculating not That head to waist add to their load That is the power of living with your all II So why will a soul in flight Complain of the burning of the wind? Why should […]
Seeds begot plants Through rot Every ray of sunshine, Every drop of rain, And every bit of air Hold hands to torture for growth The blessed farmer sure must be grateful And considerate II A harvest comes with its history As humans do their shadows Every step praises the ground Remembers crippling moments Feels flashes […]
A step forward Ten steps lost What time has been slow to wash Now sit in filth Filth worse than it had seen Being fanned by flies Oh knives of division cuts through humanity And like a melting cake It gives way to wailing wishes Guarded by suppressing bombs II Tales are told upon tales […]
We have crossed the river The river which made us shiver Keeping us on safe ground All around II We have bossed We have bossed the bosses who consciences checked Regarding none that crossed Now chaos, like clouds, wreck into worst wreckedness III Cockroaches now fly in daylight like birds Flies now rule like eagles […]
As many, their cutlasses wield Like monsters on a game field Please Lord, don’t let my spirit yield Be my capable shield II I know I am not fast My legs, in run, will not in this race last Not with enemy soldiers at vantage points on a land so vast Help me see this […]
The sky sees many monarchs Those whose sadness floods the earth Giving life to most and taking some Those whose happiness burns the earth Warming most, drying fractions and killing some Those whose air barber trees Burning weeds And aiding and abetting fires The sky really sees many monarchs II Amazing how all weathers have […]
Mouths of challenges smile mischievously Even when their hurricanes dance With beasts of chaos Brother of mine Walk through its fires And be its king II Words which walk through the taunting mouths if troubles Can scatter brains as the mad scatters in insanity Brave hearts allow the noise Knowing blessed breezes are on the […]
Shame is the first act which chases As the heart, in pain races Soldier words in mouths take bases Dead flowers of horrid laughter in ridicule vases Such is the cross of loss Turning a crown into a horse With a foe as its boss III A crowd gives worship of pain Darkness tries to […]
There are many dialects tongues drive In this realm called earth Their beauty; to lie on their own fields Being dribbled like a ball with Abedi on a smooth park Time is confusing tongues Mixing strange ones with the authentic Soiling what once was pure and untainted “Mere di Sandwich” You will hear the Fanti […]
I am that I am And all that I will ever be The servant murdered into birth in seconds Feeder of the body in locomotive spheres Contributor to every living’s well being I have my gentle side My exploring side And my fearful side No farmer farms into famine So I whirl in play and […]
I have a heart Whose magnetic eyes see it all From the sighs to wishes from afar Right up to fantasies I can never fulfill But I stay rooted Because of love II I have a mind which murders all And bisect to disect every detail From my traditional thoughts To my bold stance And […]
Closed eyes see best But suffer mistrust and fear Closed eyes feel best But no matter its painful tear It matters not to the open rest II The elders say Children can climb the tallest trees And will never be able to see the needed Wrinkled old men sit behind closed doors With closed eyes […]
Our guest post for today is a cameraman, a cinematographer, video editor and a film maker. He is what I call “all round in the film field”. He is a gentleman, a hard worker and has marked his name on many grounds. He is none other than Mr. Abdul Washeed. For the convenience of this […]
Wool travels through a tree In a pod which explodes to throw it out Lucky hands gather to refine Piece upon a piece into many elegant things Who is a bird to blame hands When it feeds on fruits Stays on trees and Paint its surrounding with its rear vomiting? II A hole can be […]
There are rots Cradling our cots Killing our lot Having us bought II There are filth Even in quilts Causing us to wilt Amidst all spilt III What dies today? Breaths are taken The world is shaken Most are awake And can change bake But what dies from our rots? What dies from our filth? […]
It is funny Very funny how fishes muddy Toy with Waste The water in which they live II They create their storms And shake their grounds They reject the right rains And dig for tsunamis They heat their waters But stay therein Is there a thought to point that out? III Oh big fishes! Digging […]
I was born with nothing No fangs No claws To talk of clothes and rings and slings to cling Look at me now Looking at these crossroads II I was born like mixed flour So light Does the sun boil me like heat Which fans the buttocks of pots As air stirs my content to […]
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 […]
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