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. :)
Nightmares end in wake So does hard times Pain can develop demonic wings And chase in dreams like a strong vehicle But consciousness is its master So pinch yourself You are not being stirred like its banku You are not being pounded like its fufu Your power can make you its stirrer and pounder So […]
I am opening the gates of my heart Look, look at it carefully I know you see its flaws You see its uglies You see its blood forcing to pump You see its scars You see its tears like abandoned rains pushed from the sky But it is all to come clean If you look […]
Originally posted on Nana A Damoah:
Note: I will be updating this post as the reviews come in. The reviews are also published as standalone posts in more detail. ======== A perfect reader’s guide for a visitor in Ghana, the book is hilarious and a sebitical reflection of how Ghana, after 58 years, is still…
Once, There was a sun Whose light went off Any time he saw its moon II Like all females The moon complained And threatened looking for another sun Whose sun could melt her light in glowing togetherness III Still, the sun’s light went off It knew not its problem But knew he could shine One […]
I have never been one who tries to worship celebrities. To me, they are humans like myself whose works have made them known. So whereas people cry as they see celebrities, I am calm, if I develop eye contact, I smile, greet, move on. For me to be touched by something someone has done, that […]
Flowing streams don’t stink Caged water does I will forever flow Never being stagnant I know a bridge Which hoarded water And like the African proverb Which features the toad Vomited until dehydration No, I won’t be that toad So off I go flowing Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
I’ve seen those with fees Wanting to dance naked in my sees But end up peeing in me And what of the many babies who think me a womb? II I’ve seen human rear-holes Of mafia Gas trumpeting in tows Fearing no eyes, putting eyesores in my mouth Slapping me with angry tissues III I […]
Graw graw, graw graw! Your bones are sweet You noisy yam II Graw graw, graw graw What’s with your shouting? I’ll have you anyway III Graw graw, graw graw I know you suffered Through fire and oil IV Graw graw, graw graw graw I know it’s not fair Your butchering and frying V Graw graw, […]
The calabash is empty Its waters vanished Making its chambers dry II The calabash is thirsty So thirsty it is crying Crying for waters which initially burdened III The calabash is hungry Hungry in bottom But the winds are having fun in blowing IV The calabash is dancing Eyes see it dancing But it sees […]
Invincible invincible hands of these takers Taking what they don’t own Or do they own? Do we owe? We may owe Like a magical thief Death takes and shatters hearts! Like a carnivorous borla beach With machete teeth It swallows and break bones If only there can be an all seeing eye What wouldn’t I […]
On that faithful day when the cold and unpardonable hands of death snatched you away from the surface of the earth. The day I knew my world had come to an end because a great being had been lost. I couldn’t bear the mockery from my enemies. My spirit was like a sunken bed. Every […]
I hear the praises Of all daisies I hear the whispers Of windy winners I hear the clappings Of stones being stepped on How can I sit like a caged doomed man When life smiles through my veins? II Here is your praises Here, your exultation Here is your adoration Sit comfortably and receive them […]
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Traditional taunters Twisting tongues To tabulate terror On tamer tabernacles Tackle your taints Tear your tentacles Tame your tempers To tailor your tearings Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
I Will Let you go Like a child Leaving her beautiful balloon For the sky 2 I Will Leave your hand Like a gallant Leaving the battlefield Undefeated, although sand Is my only clothing 3 There is no point Fighting passions No point, fighting love When its attraction point can murder 4 With this back […]
Funniest Scariest Maddest Deadliest Ebola, funniest and scariest joke Can give the maddest and deadliest stroke Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Ghana Sunny, DARK Politicking, loving, insulting Peaceful, inflation, freedom, nature Touring, entertaining, promising Riches, poverty Sikaman Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Spirits standing in stupor Selling saints for shillings Scrape the scripts at the storehouse See the sorries of the Supreme II Silly sayings Sorting sufferings Simple stabbings Stills of shouts III Speed to seats Scam to shams Stealing to stifling Stop! Sinners of sainthood Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Meet me there There At the papleassion Where heat and cold embrace As lightening and thunder sing praise II Hold me there There At the papleassion On the waist of power and slavery And let the windy audience worship bravery III Indulge me there There At the papleassion Where speaking and listening have handshakes And […]
Living in freedom Mr. Worla knew not The hot trousers which swallow skirts indiscriminately II He boils as he hears He hears and his temper gears It gears as it stirs his fears III Like a soldier, he wants to form an army Like a god, he wants to take his sin whip […]
Abotsi is crying lion In the free mount Zion When all heads Know lions don’t live in Zion Afua, so what do we do to help him? II If we do ignore He will make shyness snore And will feel love’s bore And can’t come to the fore But what do we do when […]
God of creation For brain’s procreation I sit at this station And watch your dear nation Missing what will bring them ovation II They are like fufu eaters Hating the basic fufu heaters They are like death fearers Wanting the touches of God’s carers They are like birds Hating tree beds They are like […]
That I was a toy So you made a ploy Oh you naughty boy You said I’d enjoy CHORUS You treated me like your big boss Now I see you feel at a loss I really need to know the cause So I can your freedom endorse How can you say it’s not by force? […]
It was a ball It was a ball being pressed deep Deep into the sea By the golden legs she needed to move And the hands she needed for comfort II It was a bouncy ball Which required all her strength, Freedom and wealth To keep under the sea, From eyes seeking reverence III She […]
I’ve walked a good walk with a good faith. On the streets of Accra, I move about with a whole group of individuals from different walks of life. It was interesting with the drumming from the bandsmen who thrilled us and passers-by with versus music made from vocal folds?The sole of my old-fashioned shoe wanted […]
Stare! Is this fair? Splattered young fruits At that square? II Stare! Don’t you care? Many capable future leads weeded Can you bear? III Stare! Dare to stare! They just wanted to fit in But a blasting this glare? IV Stare! Whoever did dare Would you ever trade places? All you who dared? V Stare! […]
Row love’s arrow and bow Into your foe Run his hate into the low By piercing the hate drum To run down the sham So love’s rum can take effect Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Thinking Thinking of someone Someone with a strong bull’s horns and eyes in care One who has the sharpest sword among all knights Thinking Thinking of someone II Thinking Thinking of someone Thinking of someone with a peacock’s self confidence One who has a lion’s strength for protection And an elephant’s weight in trust Thinking […]
Winger with waist Wearing worn-out wastes Winning will wane Wanting will wake While weepers wallop you II Winger, your wanky wannabe workings Wounding wanderers Would make you wail Waive your wantons Work for your wallet Winnings well-deserved whip well wishings Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Abena, you are generating it You are generating it manually With no good results This love you are feeling II Adwoa, you are pumping it You are pumping it manually With painful results This love you are feeling III Kwaku is just being his satanic self, Abena Wanting a temporary hole to scratch his itch […]
What are fires without heat? Light without shine? Drums without beats? Houses with no gates? II What are voices without sounds? Cars without mobility? Eagles without wings? Rains with no water? III I believe proceeds are the all Without them, then we fall So when the occasion does call We must be prepared to give […]
As the sky lies vast And watches sky beings display On its ground like a field All it can do to be sane Is to create an outlet That’s why I write II As the land takes and gives And mouths curse and bless While others defecate and spit All into its mouth All it […]
Her love might have been your stream, the real one will be your perfect rain II Her love might have been your bright colours but look keenly, your real queen will be your rainbow III Her love might have been your weird glasses your real queen will become your contact lenses IV Her love might […]
Through sin’s sweet bosom Many hurts did blossom Gaining roots Acting as boots And in cahoots with punishments II We cherishing Though perishing Sweet peas In acidic seas Bubbles of heart ripples Weapons masked in angelic pebbles III Sweet hurtings Like peace’s chaos Soul’s dirt bowl Like heavenly hellish creation Sweet Lord Please come on […]
Many will be stranded Being left empty handed After enjoying the fat Lamb killing And being shamed with a resurrection II Many will sell their talkers After being drained by suckers Many will pawn their shoes Just to get a place on a troski III Many will turn to beggars After being the money taggers […]
He has risen He has risen to many cherry bosoms Making sales on street beds In the mouth of the Kwahu Mountain He has risen II He has risen He has risen to countless stinking pubs On many holy grounds He has risen III He has risen He has risen to bleached bodies On many […]
Dented deep darkness Sleep on peeping eyes of light In lives professing worship II Sins’ fingers tickle As feelings send hot signals Of need, heads hit legs to run III Hot flirting with sin Closes doors of the heavens And places guards at its gates Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
In the sky’s good times It sends angelic calm winds Dressed in soothing balms To massage in-beings of earth Oh! Their magical fingers! II In sky’s anger times It sends the sun dressed in fire To roast in-earthers It comes wielding its roaster Roasting until mouths cry out III In the sky’s fun times It […]
God Fearful, merciful Calling, loving, helping Just, immortal, wondrous, jealous Punishing, luring, tempting Destroyer, thief Lord Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
Originally posted on Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit:
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/03/29/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2015-week-13/ Mushrooms and Toadstools in Rochdale Village, Jamaica, Queens, New York around 2010 or 2011. I lived there for 22 years and only saw these gigantic spores spaceships once! These photos were taken around 2010 or 2011 in Rochdale Village, Jamaica, Queens, NY
I have not broken my hand I am just going through God’s ritual of fertility I have not broken my hand My hands are just fine To carry out its responsibilities without stress II I am not hiding behind buildings Trust me, if I am, then you wouldn’t be in buildings I am going through […]
No matter how beautiful, Flowers in the dark are never noticed And risk being trampled upon Please All Seeing Light my path II No matter how beautiful Foul scent will scare audience And be abandoned when uncorked All knowing Sweetly scent my tunnel III No matter how sweet Poisoned wine will lose its drinkers After […]
On the eve of Christmas, Mama pushed me out of the house In the cold Never to come back again. That dawn, When all and sundry was asleep Mama opened the door, The door of no return For me to depart. When I was being cheated, And I thought mum could help She drove me […]
You are my model And the face on my magazine cover You are my light In the darkest on nights You are my warm bed And my storm shed Who but the creator pierced us together? You are an interesting needle So I’m in your hole Let’s just keep threading Until we sew a full […]
Is this artificial merry go round necessary? When a plus sign can kiss a numeral As a multiplier unties a bolt In arithmetic complexities To free the confusion of a neuro zero Can’t laughter seduce formulas As interests are nursed out of their scare holes When you, who profess great arithematism, hold your marker And […]
Cross over From the thin line of racism The thin line of tribal rebellions The thin line of religious difference The thin line of peer pressure Into these arms with safe security love locks Just cross over II Cross over From the thin line of earthly argumentations The thin line of cheating claims The thin […]
As the fires lick Your dried fallen leaves And bite into its bones As it shouts in pain II I stand teary Prompted by the smoke that it emits With genuine fears of no protection from age Shiverings! Oh shiverings! III Scary, how time only wears high heels Making sure ears hear its footsteps To […]
When the rooster calls For its family to roost Oh love, use your wild imaginations And know I am she who calls For you to retire into revival For the supermatics of active beautillucations Which await us for drainage of passion Through tired night’s sweat pores II So heed with ease Lie until the soldier […]
My television is filled with flies So my ears can’t stand the buzz Those piles of emotions Causing your heart’s corrosion Can freely pass through my tunnels So why hoard them until they turn into a filthy fountain Overflowing in-out-in of you? II How is this heart of mine faring? Have you had thoughts of […]
SHEEP Bɛɛɛɛ! Bɛɛɛɛ! What are we to do now? Our murder loom As our bodies are being craved And seen as delicacies in clothes of spices To be grinded first by stones in their quarry And then sent to be grinded again in enclosed insatiats Who think celebrations must see us as things without breath GOAT […]
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