When a pot breaks

The earth shakes

Because its water pours

And takes many “I’m not coming back” tours

Into forever loss


The earth takes

The pot which breaks

The pot with arms for some lonely being

The pot with a heart which must protect some hurtful being

And its water which pours must quench some thirst


Where are you? Those with great wombs?

Where are you? Still sitting in tombs?

Where are you? Mothers doomed

Your young ones cry as your lovers fume thinking they are doomed

Rise and get a being for comfort! For yours who are too young to dine alone

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


He became abstemious

When death taught him

And gave him an example

An example with the one his heart beats for

He hugged a tree and cried aloud

Hoping the lesson will be a mock

But after the tree screamed in pain

And his skin felt the strain

He realised the lesson was real

So abstemious he turned

But even that

Death cares less

Whatever he does, it’ll come for him

But without Bacchanalianisms

It’ll take a while for it to come

For death rears to claim

Claiming in destruction

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


Hunting Hawk


As fowls search for corn,

Hawks search for chicks

Eagles search for fowls

Some snakes search for eggs

Forgetting others’ search for snakes


As plants draw water, air and sunlight

Sheep and goats search for plants

Cows search for plants

Even dogs search for some plants

Forgetting others search for dogs


As cats search for mice

Lions search for cats

Tigers search for cats

All wild cats will never mind catching cats

Forgetting those they dread await


What’s the point?

Aren’t they all edibles of humans and earth?

Some saucepans boil most in their hot fury

For human satisfaction


If I consume you

What ails you ails me

Death consumes me

And the earth swallows me

What will be the point?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


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Sanity tells me

It’ll be an illusion

If anyone thinks of human reincarnation

In any other form

But weeds, plants or trees

Because yeah, we go back to earth

Because yeah, it dismantles us into soil

Because yeah, fertiliser is our end product

Because yeah, nothing is known after that

But my heart tells me

What causes mobility

Hangs in the air

Watches the earth take its body

And lingers in a superior being unseen by eyes

Maybe it’s madness

Maybe, the fear of nothingness

Maybe I need something to hold on to

But in the end, it wouldn’t be life

Without the mysterious future.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


Orphaned by ebola, it is hurtful to see families shunning the companies of the young ones. My heart bleeds for these young ones. I pray that many voices will come together as one to bring comfort to these children and bring hope to those who have conquered the sickness. This poem is for all those who find themselves shunned and alone because of the fear of ebola)

Tears from ebola meals

Parade the land

Needing bodies to hold their own

Because they know their departure

Through the mouth of ebola

Have put masks on the faces of their beloveds

Making them fearful caricatures

Of successors who must help ease their sorrows

Not the fault of their beloveds

Not the fault of  the successors

Not the fault of they who cry from the stomach of ebola

And in reality,

Not the fault of the hungry ebola


They know the fault is nature’s

Who gave ebola such a huge appetite

Now every breath flees the conquered

Every mind flees their companies

Are we running from our shadows?

Poor orphans of the eaten!

Poor conquerors of ebola!

Poor families of the lost!

I cry you a river

I cry you a sea

I cry in pain

So sorry there’s no gain

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Clear it there

And make it rare

This ebola scare

Needs some care

Make it fair

Face it square

It is a cheater who cannot with humans pair

The pain it brings none can bear

And even with its presence all fear to dare

Because its teeth are ready to tear

Aiming to make black the normal wear

Or making heated rubber our heated wear

Even as we fight, it has many eyes who glare

Let’s make it a responsibility all must share

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




If you know not the taker

Please give me your ears

Listen and listen through

And see its feet


Like sleep

It takes to control

Like wood

It climbs till it’s bored


Like God

It darkens in sleep

Like God

It lightens in sleep


No shoes

No eye can see, no ears can hear

No being

No air can bluff


So work

As you’re awake

And love

As it rehearses on you daily


For when it is time

It takes with no bell

Then, you’ll have

No mouth to complain nor curse

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




I came as a pen

A pen given by my hen

My hen who kept me in her den

Her den to help me be among men


Such an interesting pen I am

I am a pen which writes to fill

To fill but never gets filled

Gets filled or deplete for extinction


I take in inks of pain

Pain, rejection, uncertainties, fears

Insecurities, dislikes, happiness,  love, 

Broken and mended hearts, tears etc


Each moment, my ink flashes forward

In a flashback so I know where I started

But never where I’m headed

Why the good and bad surprises?


There are times it overflows

Overflows to leave marks only to reveal more space

Amazing how I get filled up knowing I’ll end on termites’ plates

Like all beings

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Crashers of nuts

Who crash not their seeds

Water pourers

Who break not the pots

Hear this sound

From a clever mind

If you crash the nuts

Do crash their seeds

If you pour the water

Do crash the pots

Leaving these tells of tales

Of your dumbness of dumbness

If you can’t crash their seeds and pots

Don’t crash at all

And if my language still doesn’t click

I’ll say it plain

If you can’t kill the soul

Don’t touch the body

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Bubbly blooming and winding winds

Catching caressing in mean massages

Causing cravings, love and life

Standing sitting no patience nor peace

Storms stand in dense dungeons

Waving win flash in flowing flaws

Reigning regrets, wishes don’t win.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(This poem is for those who intend to kill themselves, it is to tell you that regret cannot reverse your action when you reach the land of the dead. Work and fight to live for victory is at the corner. Sending love your way)




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











Trees in death

Form mansions

Or create fires

For those dying of cold


Darkness dawns

For the sun to rise

Some plants die

To give warmth for bodies to live


Analogies upon analogies

But you special ones

Have your luck shine bright

When your earth guardians turn angels too early


They shine down

Crying with you through your hardships

Creating pathways for your safe passages

And singing lullabies for you to sleep


They look down

Sleeping not when you sleep

Seeing first when trouble approaches

And guard best in their human absence


Instead of tears

Smile up at them

Instead of slacking

Run through their paths and make them glow


You are not alone

You can never be alone

You are the bodies

With more spiritual bodyguards than you can count

Amoafowaa Sefa 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


Two grasses

On many lawns



But the poor lawns

Have their beauties smeared

And their lives ended


I live

I see

The unfair blues


I try

I cry

But no good


You go in spirit

Your lives are taken

But your marks remain on firm minds

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

This is for all those who have lost their lives unfairly. this is to give hope to their living families and peace to the departed. May all such souls rest in perfect peace.



This soul of hurt and sorrow

What peace toll will it borrow

To leave for astral ‘plane

When this body sets sail?


Strength saps

When thoughts of my blood visibly shakes

With less mentality

Who’ll be the caretaker when I leave for astral ‘plane?


This here

In this chest enclave

Shakes and breaks

As it thinks about it


Seraph please rise!

Rise to my defence and cries!

And protect all my debris

No matter how filthy, please.

ASC (c) 2014


Save a place for me Grandma

Please save a place for me

I do not know what country or town awaits

After my eyes close and my breathe seizes



Save a place for me Grandma

There may be a long cue which might require one knowing another

If the current bribing here is anything to go by

I remember your saying “Aka ohuri pr3ko na maduru nhanua”, I think I understand now


So save a place for me

For no matter how dense the poverty and pain,

Getting shoulders to lie on will be pleasing

So save a place for me


Save a place for me

And make it sitting free

To make it the coolest

For I do not know the heat of the travel


Save a place for me at the world beyond life

Grandma, please save a seat for me

For I know you’re the only one who can

And will help me rest after what seems to be a long journey.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


(The Akan version means “it is left with a few jumps for me to reach the land of my ancestors”)



So one came

With thoughts of putting me to shame

His goatee looked so lame

Yet he sought to me tame

I let him go with ego deflated

Completely different from how he came


Another came

Betting to have me tamed

His antagonistic tricks I had defamed

His time belled out and he was gamed

With tears of ego deflated

He left with his heart maimed


Another also came

Neglecting thoughts of me knowing characters of fame

He set up his game

A mocked robbery scene was his thought’s name

With anger of his ego being deflated,

He left with his heart maimed


Many came

Many clichés performed on my good side stage

Trust me, I’ll know

I’m no human with a skull for mentality

Do it to the best of your ability

I trust in my capability.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014




What if Shakespeare’s thoughts

Slept, sat, woke, ate, drank, slept

And followed him to the grave?


What if Thomas Eddison’s thoughts

Slept, sat, woke, ate, drank, slept

And followed him to the grave?


What if Alexander Wolcott’s thoughts

Slept, sat, woke, ate, drank, slept

And followed him to the grave?


What if Aristotle, Abraham Lincoln,

Albert Einstein, Alexander Pope and

All others dragged their thoughts like treasures into their graves?


Thoughts asleep

Many futures weep

Their tears are filling the drums of wombs

Even as you live in the tombs

Of their past


So wake and make it a nightmare

A nightmare of the future

So they can wake to meet your footprints

In their present and smile.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014



Before your hungry appetite is curbed

I ask that you treat me fair and square

Give my ink freedom to do its work

Until my tinniest ink is dropped


Let my name be on all the ink

Unbloating tears hiding in all things phony

And be the light of future men,

Who will need an excursion through this woman’s mind


Please be fair and treat me square

Leave my hands and leave my thoughts

Give me time for my ink to flow

Enough to brighten and in darkness glow


After my writing ink drop

I care less if I’m seen as today’s flop

Be in your element and have your way

A burning, a knocking, your wish, I’ll pay

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014



The hands which frets

The eyes which call for want

The head which battles the heart

The tongue which yearns to taste

The legs which move and complain of pain

The ears which draw attention and hurt

The nose which smells good and bad alike

Other organs we always wish to satisfy

Are all cooking with every second

For the daily feast of the grave.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



The cradle cries

From the cold of loneliness

As the infant cringes in the darkness

Of the past


What could’ve now been a blessing

Ended up being a past catastrophe

Which you pushed with the help

Of rakes of harsh drugs


Now you call on God

After abandoning the gourd

Of the gods

To wake the blood drunk by the earth


Gnash your teeth

Weep aloud

Kill yourself with guilty thoughts

Till you join that plasma you impishly shed

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014




Laughter resonates

From the abyss of the acquired

The acquired watch their masters

Slumber with no awareness

Mocked pageant of self ownership fills the air

At this point, they’re unowned

And can belong to any daring hands

But the snores are so confident

That they have eyes on watch

When they’re also of the flesh

Can a cocoyam leaf protect another

Cocoyam leaf from the heat of the boiling water?

Definitely, weak moments visit

I am the gold of old

I was awakened from the soil

Burnt, polished and refined by you mockers

But I was here before you

And will be here long after you leave

So play pool and knock each other into the ever ready mouth

Of the earth

I still watch from my abyss

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



You lie on the roaster tonight

Flanked by many cooks under a beautiful light

You lie being garnished with tears

Of those who will never want to be you

For they know, they will never eat you

Nor sit for anyone to eat you

You are the special food of the earth


Tomorrow, you’ll be pushed into his mouth

The mouth with an insatiable belly

A belly hot enough to melt irons

A belly which can never go a day

Without eating beautiful and handsome meals

Too bad you’ve turned into its meal

Sooner than we expected


I cannot say the earth is solely to blame

I blame me, I blame you

I blame the ones who sat and watched

Your untimely calling

I blame the drinks which burn yet entice

I blame the thirst which yearns

Despite the known danger


Go in peace not in pieces

I know not what it is you’ll face

If there are canes you’ll have to brace

I hope it doesn’t hurt more than the drinks

If there is a fire bedroom, I hope you

Feel the fire as your stomach felt the burns

So you’ll be comfortable and cheerful


If pleading would serve you any good

I plead with the judges, to have mercy

On your poor soul, as the wind of pain

You encountered on earth is too much a punishment

If you are forgiven, I hope you stay far off the bars of hell

And draw closer to the water of life for the soul

Go in peace beautiful soul placed in a stubborn man,

You’ll dearly be missed until we meet.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 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




I’ll walk my life away

I’ll be seized from seeing day


I’ll shed this skin and bow

I can no longer chew my favourite cow


These bones, these knuckles

These stones will come off

This water

These nails

This blood will dry off

Some day

It will all make way

So why must I live with my thoughts slaying?

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


The winds which blows

Knows no greens

It takes the yellow

And angrily pluck the greens

You my dears are being plucked unfairly

But you are gallants

Who will be hailed


The fevers burn

So does my heart

Your blood boil and flow through facial holes

Eyes which watch cry in pain

We’d love to hold your hands and pull you here

But the hand which holds you

Has a stronger hold

When you reach the land of ghosts

Help us know its fears

So we can stop this unfair pluckings

We live in fear

And we shed many tears

But your tears are seized

Your pain is gone

Your soul remains

And I hope you see and feel the words

From mouths like mine.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


This is for those who fought and lost the battle against ebola. May their souls rest in peace.


When I sniff and sniff

I think I stink and stink

When I blink and blink

I think I’m blind an blind

When I listen and listen

I think I’m deaf and deaf

When I walk and walk

I think I’m a crippled cripple

When I touch my hair

I feel I’m bald and bald

Maybe I’m feeling myself

In my future, in a hot hot oven

Hardened like a frozen cake

Burning and being eaten to the bone


Let me live and live

That’ll be the nastiest place to be.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014




You were my friend

I never disrespected you

Your instructions I carried

Your worries I quenched

I thought you saying goodbye in your sleep

Meant your instructions have ended

So why are you stuck in my head

Criticising everything I do

With a whip of conscience?

Please show your face

And stop haunting

A whipping for good spirit

Is too immortal to fight

I have no hands and no eyes

To fight you

Like a soldier defeated, I surrender

Grandma, please be gentle on me.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014






The same tick tock

Which grows the plant

Is the same tick tock

Which kills the plant


Every leaf, stem and stalk

Will dance to the tune

It grew to love

And learn to detest its hands and discipline


A time for one,

Tick tock will pass

And will never bother

To take a second glance


The plant which lasts

Is the one which boldly prints

And leaves its mark

For new plants to see


It doesn’t matter

The mode of exit

Tick tock will walk

Without a word

  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.#RIP ROBIN WILLIAMS



I  am from here

But I’ll not hide it under a sneer

The Africa to detest

Must be detested by all


Under the bright sky,

A lone traveller walked

Time beating him

As the moon kept him watched


My continental people saw he was vulnerable

And thought of what their spiritualist had said

“For power over the people, bring a human head”

And like those drunk, the travellers head was severed


This is the Africa to detest!


I know another  Africa to detest!

Where a precious baby

Came in all her glory

But left a little limb, due to forces unknown


Grown senseless fellows,

Threw her into a desert

Hooting at the precious baby

As it cried in pain


Many babies have cursed the world that way

Being cruelly made to leave before their lives started

Like they were some pests to do away with

That is another Africa to detest!


I know another Africa to detest

Where the sustainers of the world

Are treated like fowls, reared like goats

And neglected like fools


That is another Africa to detest!


Even I shiver, at the thoughts of these

If even a member shies away

What would outsiders say?

Please kill the Africa to detest!

  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




In her bid to get medicine to combat age

Ako travelled far to meet a sage

The sage asked why she needed to combat age

To be immortal was her answer to the sage


The sage tells her about age’s rage

And threats of putting Ako in a cage

The sage had for her an adage

“The child who acts wise in rage

Is always at an advantage”


The sage asked Ako to think through her rage

And to look critically and make her gage

A gage which will favour her image

Is age that bad a tenant to with a gun gage?


Ako was sent into the future

Where she saw her ageless self fleeing

From the beings who have embraced age

Every missing person was her meal

And she cried for age


Age, kept her grudge

And death, age’s friend joined in

When Ako regained consciousness

She thanked her stars and promised

To live peacefully with age

To the delight of the sage

After all one deserves rest

To pave way for others to get tired.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014





They needed the inedible sardine

But not the working fish

They sat and watched It struggling

When It was of their flesh

And never thought of helping

When It finally bobbed up bellywise in a breathless wave

They hired an expensive can

To transport it to the keeper freezer

To keep it fresh for weeks

So they can turn it into a delicious sardine

For the earth

How sad!

All those who mouthed having nothing

Appear with something

Oh how I wish they, like the ant

Will think by placing themselves in its shoes


I thought life had rightfully taken

Being as you called with burning drinks

I am so sorry you’re in the cold

I now see how unfair you were treated

And I feel the guilt

But you have taught me a lesson

A lesson of the seeker of womb ties

A sardine for the earth!

Adious my lovable uncle

Never will any sailing breath

Make me feel this bad and guilty

For wherever I am, I’ll fly if need be

To make sure there’s a ready hand

It is sad how I had to learn my lesson the hard way.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia


This is for my uncle who died on the 5th of August 2014 when I was far away. The people who called a few days earlier for money for the hospital actually had money to preserve the corpse and prepare a lavish funeral. I used to hear families love the dead not the living but I paid no attention. I have actually learnt my lesson the sad way. May your gentle soul rest in perfect peace, Uncle Kwabena Boateng.