Drama can be really fun and the same can be with poetry when they are experienced separately but have you imagined what the blend of drama and poetry could spark up?

The enactment of poems supported by good music produced from instruments like the keyboard, flute, and acoustic is what a group of young artists are coming together to do to commemorate the 27th anniversary since president Nelson Mandela was released from prison at Robin Island.

The program organized by Play House in partnership with the W.E.B Dubois Centre would be headlined by poet and playwright Oswald Okaitei along other acts.

Also, a book titled Mandela, The Soul of His Earth would be launched on the day.

27 poems will be presented in a dramatic form on the day, December 4, this year also marking two years since the glorious passing away of the great African legend and world icon.

An exhibition of paintings by Efo Sela Kodjo Adjei would also be on display on the day.

Venue is the W.E.B Dubois Centre at exactly 5:00pm.

Admission is FREE.

There will be an elegy to commemorate the sudden passing of Ghana’s Master Dancer & Choreographer, Prof. Nii Yartey.

Media Supporters include GBC 24, Multi Tv (Joy News), Graphic Showbiz, Insight Newspaper, Citi fm, Tv Africa, Radio Gold, Flex Newspaper
There will also be Exhibition of art works as beads, clothing, paintings, etc


I am traveling
I know I have traveled
I am traveling
To an unknown destination
But I know this step today
Takes me nearer

I have seen hurdles
I have seen pain
I have seen lions
Like a hunter,  I have battled their wounds on my skin
I have housed scars which never fail in their duty of reminding
I have known puzzles
And its defeats
I can’t say I have conquered
But I have won many of my matches
I have travelled
And I am still traveling

There is no pain
I am yet to see
There is no pain
Whose surprise gun I will fear
For my stones are many
My shoes, swift in speed
Through the smoke
With these teary eyes
I envisage a clear sky
With hailing sun and clapping clouds
So I have travelled
I travel
I am traveling
Through this earth to an aftermath beyond
I just hope I light smiles on mouths with every step
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

I May Be Gone

I wore no clothes
But came to be worn by air
Every visiting day asked me to shed
And wear thoughts of the older
And these thoughts keep getting colder
Mamaa! I only need a smooth sail
Why must I wear a whipping tail?
Papaa! Like one you knew existed,
Couldn’t you have kept me in your waist wallet
And helped me shine like a starlet
While being my blanket?
I am now a socket
Although sometimes I turn plug
And other times I turn power
This whining conscience cracks its house
And I’m mostly left like a scared little mouse
Why does the canoe mostly survive while arms drown?
Isn’t arms the carver of canoes?
Plunging plagues pun prying brains
Answers may dance as my spirit hovers over my expired bottle
Sad, I might be gone
    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

Photo Credit: Gerald Adjei ©2015




Arm in arm

Let’s move like we swam

In the rivers of beautiful but challenging Cupid

Ignoring many comments like “They are stupid,

Leave them be,

Later they’ll see,

That feeling is foolishness”


Arm in arm

Let’s move like swans

And step into old age’s jacuzzi

Swimming as we smile and look back

At the carcass of our green selves stacked on the shelves

And look at our mobile happy products beaming happily in youth

And feel the fulfilment of life as we sail in peace with no lurking worries


Arm in arm

Let’s hold hands

Caring not about the darkness which awaits

Nor the heat which is palpable even at this time of life

And taunts from our future graves which never promises to save

Knowing we’re companies no matter who steps in first

Because truly, we are the perfect pack God made after one of his deserved rest

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




In  the arms of armoured earth

Protective of us

Fight with race

Fight with gender

Fight with geography

Fight with ethnicity

And fight for what we can’t forever own


When we

Crossing over into soil

Take nothing but our beings

Our skin being butchered by moth

Our bones being powdered by age and time

Our teeth, the only stones, scattering into places

While the streams of our blood lose the battle with drought


Funny huh?

We are like passing air

But we behave like immortals

Spending our precious time on senselessness

Fighting and not living for our respective purposes

Only to hear the sound of our last bell when we lose our speech

Leaving with regrets none can see or hear or even help us convey to our beloveds

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




How pretty

The budding smile

Of the new born beautiful flower

Which feels the air

And sees the sun,

Tastes the rain

And hears the humming of thunder


Oh how beautiful

It sways in youth

As all do look

Her way more than once

Dazers gaze for long

As it dances to show its happy state

Showing all its pretty happy face


It gets to the time

When the sun is a bore

It blames sun’s rays for its wrinkles

And blames the rain for its shrieking

It blames the air for its falling apart

But its fairness rots and rots

Until its stem completely falls

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



He’s frail

And death’s quail

But deserves a hail

For standing on three legs after a fail

Of life’s success jail


None knows his fears

None can count his tears

None thinks of his years

None knows how he all bears

It seems none cares


He may have been treated fair

Or not based on his white hair

All the lost teeth are not rare

So none knows the battles they lost fair

Now he and his walking stick are a bonded pair


Man of steel!

Please grant me an audience and I a meal

And tell me how you all these challenges killed

To be  here where you see beyond the stilled

For I know it couldn’t have been easy


Some are hooting

Others impatient and stone shooting

Others angry and your name shouting

But I do squat in hailing

For all your tests which lie in the gutters after failing

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014











The peace and serenity

That was with my completeness

Fled into the arms of the savage

Who squashed and swallowed it whole

The moment my guard was down

And the holder of my emotion took charge


Now I am in need

Of that peace and innocence

My maturity makes me weak

And its responsibility weighs me down

Like a permanent mountain

Which has made my head its natural ground


Take me back to the days

When I loved me and looked forward to tomorrow


Take me back to the days

When many manly figures held their shiny swords to defend me in my fantasies


Take me back to the days

When love’s pain was not in existence in my thoughts


Take me back to the days

When smiles of satisfaction at the slightest deed meant more than gold


Take me there

Please take me there

Oh God of innocence

And I promise to be the best servant there is

In that surreal place which has the picturesque of pure peace

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


Future filth

Stop the frown

Straighten up

And be around


Your time is now

When you can ask how

When your time stops

There’ll be no sound


So future filth

Don’t act like gold

You will get old

And can’t be sold


Your buyers will pay

For you to be hidden from day

In a place so rough

Where ants and earth animals will jubilate in your transformation


So show the teeth

Which will leave the hands of gums and lips

And will be bare where no one cares

When all this ends

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



In the light

Of this fight

We find the sight

In an insight

And lose our might


Like a kite

We fascinate in light

In God’s sight

As our colour bright

No matter our height


But  there is our night

Which brings our plight

And turns all things right

On this site

Into a hopeless tight


We lose God’s sight

He loses our sight

We clear from the light

And lose our flying right

Before eternally falling into the night

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



The tree stands in glamour

Attracting birds

Attracting bees

Attracting monkeys

Attracting snakes

Attracting eyes

And singing hymns


None cares

About the fallen leaves

Which was high above

And has served its time

They step on them, hailing the new

And ignoring their pain

Although their work is not done


Like an unwanted

They live at the mercy of legs

The winds

And the rains

While they rot

On their way home

Home to fertilisation and blessings for the tree


It might not be fair

It might not be good

But that must be known to be crude

I send strength for the fallen

Strength for the fallen leaves

You are the most important part

Of the tree, keep strengthening the land

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Amidst the pain

And all the gain


Amidst the storms

And the beautiful suns


Amidst the rough roads

And the smooth ones


Amidst the love

And all the hate


I’ll never change a thing

Because each thing had its bearing on the me today

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


Associators are interested in the past

Money makers are interested in the future

So I used to look back;

Back to a place I could not hold

And into the future;

Looking into what I could never see

And ended up in the same place,

Juggling between two poses

Past and future

As time placed me in different day buses

Which transfered me into month buses

Then year buses


I don’t know the wake up call,

But I know what interests me

And it is the most important

The present, this very present

All along it gaped at me

I acted the fool because I had no clue

So take a cue.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


Walls climbed walls

At her order

Pride joined beauty at her table,

Made her an unmatched princess

And froze her thoughts of age


Inside a wall without an opening

Age minded no frozen thoughts

And walked through to his territory

Taking hold of her skin like wild fire

Making mirrors her enemies


As one who called many “old maids”

She has turned into what she loathed

Earth insects will dis-virgin her

An irony it is. None was good enough

It seems those insects are worth the wait.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



“When I call,

I need you to fall”


What? Talking to me?


Like trees, we all have our thoughts

Goats don’t know the difference

Between their mothers and lovers

If you ask me, I’ll tell you

You’re no goat and I’m no mother of a goat

Neither am I anything close to its lover


Age is a number

Age is just a number they say

But that is before time tells on beings

For those with standing sex, it is easier

Those with flat earth suffer the pain

As time heaps all the truth of wrinkles on them


I’ll tell you today

I would rather laugh at the lovemaking of age and time

Even if it is to make me the victim

Than kneel at their feet begging to live to hold green hands

My decision is clear

Enjoy your energy

And let this tired limbs rest.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.


An ugly fixture 

Can be a god

A horrible mixture

Can be a cure


In my worst

I try my best

To make me a god

Once in a while


Then like a peacock

I spring back to life,

Stretch my wings

And let the world see

The me which slept.

Dear friend, try same.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


This leaf is raddled

Saddled by the reigns of ageing

Ageing which happily flaunts its job

To the fascination of time

And takes ridiculing as its compliment


This leaf is raddled

Raddled though it is

It has seen all shades of the sun;

Mild, seductive, angry, angered, and frightening

But none blinded it


This leaf is raddled

Raddled though it is

It has seen all shades of the wind;

Breezy, windy, stormy, tsunami

Some with its friends; rains, thunder and lightning, but still stands


This leaf is raddled

Raddled though it is

It has been stepped on

Parts torn, pests infested

And has seen many sicknesses but stood well


You’ve just started your reign

But you still are a leaf

Be no tool of ridicule

That will be sarcastic to your future

As your future me may make countenances, no matter sweet, coil.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014