Living in freedom

Mr. Worla knew not

The hot trousers which swallow skirts indiscriminately



He boils as he hears

He hears and his temper gears

It gears as it stirs his fears



Like a soldier, he wants to form an army

Like a god, he wants to take his sin whip

Like Bin Laden, he wants to bomb their ignorance



He now knows of “Ayambor”

And knows skirts need mouth sowings

In order to be worn with little crumbs of care



“It is not fair” he thinks

But that is a culture somewhere as he blinks

And many of his replica do love it so give many winks



Trying times

Hurtful crimes

Freedom’s chime

Does some places mime

Oh if freedom’s voice could rhyme

In all times, even those on dime

Many will be saved from atrocities so damned slimy!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015



Hate helms hearts like ships

Hoarding in humans horrid flips

Hurting horrendously by hitting grips

A heart for hatred; a heart like chips


Serpent seething under a carpet like foam

Sharpening  its teeth with every on-step

When its fangs are seen

By naked eyes

Hate loses its potency

When hearts knock heads

And heads knock senses

For senses to wake

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



With threads of money

Snaking and tying minds

Who is free on this life tree?



Even breath is painful

Getting eateries are awful

What about wearings? Stressful



Eyes don’t make it easier

Seeing is loving, loving is wanting

Unnecessary wantings become craving needs



What about belonging?

Even those with abusive companions

Always seek superiority over singles like Jesus, ouch!



And it gets to them

So crying in freedom they run into crying in slavery

What can humans see as freedom?



Those who have, have no sleep

Those have -nots always weep

Who can be free?



Children cry to be old

Adults cry to be young

Who can be free to enjoy the breeze of life?



I know real living is seen as beautiful and  lived

When one leg steps into

An imaginary coffin, pitiful clowns!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015



The year holds for me no wishes

But I certainly do

You must hear my wishes

Young heart seedlings must have their freedom

To shoot without famishing


Let all papers of authority 

Know their places in this arena

And with all live with conformity

By signing a bond


All hearts yearning to be double

Must have their wishes without trouble

And have time to cherish their wishes

Without seeing finny fishes


I wish for peace to be given a mandate

And for love to be the minister of state

I wish for corruption to drown

And hatred be made to forever frown


All things must be bright

All hurdles must turn light

All fright must be sacked with fright

So we can embrace with all our might

These are for you

Please hear me dear year

And let’s live as we each prep to leave

Being led by time

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



You stand afar

Shining like a star

I lie on the bed of darkness

Yearning for your touch of sweetness

Please come!

Come to me


I have many yearnings

But have little earnings

I look at you and I know

That only you can shame my foe

So please come!

Come to me


I need your touch in this heat

Because I know like ice it can soak my feet

And lift my thoughts like a cap

And let me have this sweet nap

So please come!

Come to me


With your wings guarding my bed

I know none will venture my shed

Because this territory will be flagged red

And my wandering soul will be well fed

So just come!

Just come to me


When you come

Let me see thee

For you’re stuck with me

Although you’re an angel

I’ll behave then

And will surely feel more secured

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



In this stormy era

Where sounds listen to sounds

And birds bed

I’m calling on you;

Yes you:








To stand firm

And taste yourselves

When you’re done,

Please give us detailed reports

On death’s death

Hurt’s hurt,

Hatred’s hatred,

Pain’s pain

Sadness’ sadness

Sickness’s sickness

And Shame’s shame

If you really loved the experience

All will shut up

And let you stay

But if you loathe it

Take the vice versa

Then we’ll call out the other botherers

To follow suit

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




Madiba made us

See signs of peace walking on

Strong legs in Africa


An ex-convict who

Made his good heart a public

Display to shine a healthy ray to break ills


Who thinks of the good

Coming from a stinking cell?

One would say revenge but his legacy is worthy to sell


Let all ears in Africa hear!

Let all minds in the world know

That greed is a grazer of healthy peaceful grasses


Madiba lived! Mandela reigned

Not for long, but forever on minds

Minds of today, tomorrow and forever

Let’s take a cue and better our lot

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Obvious waves

Travelling from far caves

You give chills which lift no finger to save


Visions of  your opened mouth

Visions of your furious face

Thoughts of your final blows

Shake my body into jerks


So sail slow, oh vicious waves!

Smile small, oh angry waves

Seal your mouth, oh taunting waves

And get some brake, oh brake-less waves!

And stop being the scarecrow of this hungry bird

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


Try not the porcupine

Fins are for fishes

Try not the porcupine

It lives on land

Try not the porcupine

It comes from many

Try not the porcupine

None can beat its kingdom in determination

Try not the porcupine

It has automatic body swords

Try not the porcupine

Poisoned needles can’t compare

For it has no fangs like the lioness

But has poisonous little swords

To battle to safety

I’m a porcupine, if you need an example

Try if you dare!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Standing on the mountain

I feel my perfect shape a fountain

I try to many things a counting

But the many creatures keep shouting

Please, make me a free fountain

So I can snake through all and know their nurturing

So I can feel the fire, stones and land thumping

So I can feel the feet and drown some beats in dancing

So I can enter the land and come up jumping

When my exploration ends in a whipping

Give me the chance to cry in your bosom and blossom

Settlement comes with knowledge of what is within and without

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



The land tries

But still cries

Blood of purity shouts

Anger of truth roars

Justice in pain screams

High pitched voice of abuse unbearably sounds

Feet of lies thump

As cheating massacres

Tribal unrest turn  chaotic

Every face has hidden mask of a lion

Who covers the ears of the land?

Everyone for himself

The land stands for all but is neglected

Oh land who worries!

Land who cries!

Landy land!

Trust none!

Care for you!

Just once in your lifetime

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




Kwaku searched and searched

To steal and have happiness

His search was futile

But he kept at it with hope

Stalking every smiling face


He bought spectacles

And bought guns to scare and seize,

Saved money to please,

And bought handcuffs to cuff him

When he catches him at last


He went to churches,

Interrogated Imams

He went to all monks

Hired pilots to search the sky

But all yielded no results


He then met a child

And asked about happiness

The child told him this:

Sincerely, it lives in us

You only need to search you


Kwaku sat and thought

It’s what the pastor told him

Same for the Imam

He needs to arrest himself

In thought and be so happy

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



I stand on the head of the mountain

Looking down at angry rocks

Watching around as companion trees dance

Looking down as angry trees fight the winds

But I still aim for the sky

What does this mean?

Satisfaction taunts and never delivers?

The more I hold, the more it pulls

The more I get, the more I need

The more I see, the more I chase

Now I have in abundance

But my headache is protection and wanting more

I wish to be the angry rocks down there

I wish to be the fighting trees and winds below

To have my sanity and live

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




Frowning fits not the sky

It makes the world so dry

Please let there be a smiling sky

So my time can go happily by


Darkness makes all things sly

It makes all things go awry

Let me take rest as it draws nigh

So my wake  will be free of sigh


Calm my winds to not go high

So friendly birds will never cry

Because many weaklings on this road ply

As they give their many a hi


Clear the sky so I’ll not lie

To find a way to be in a tie

Because in the end, I’ll be the one to cry

When it’s my turn to finally die

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



It’s Sunday

Let the sun run my day

I need  no proud cloud

Which will call meddlesome thunder

Which goes nowhere without its lightning wife

To shake my world and make me a coward

Though I fear the extreme heat of the sun

I prefer that to drowning in cloud’s rain rage

Let me get the sun

Yes, the sun; its peace and light

And if its heat rises, I shall quietly bear it

I prefer the dust to mud

And the breeze to wind

Let it be what it is; a sun day.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


wall gecko


I am a wall gecko

A harmless wall gecko

Whose life is seen

Even on screens


I am no chameleon

I can’t be a chameleon

Whose body mirrors

Its foes and friends


With wriggles to hide

Have pity on me

I don’t aim to hurt

Or kill a being


I’m in your house

Where it’s safe to be

My place is on walls

And not in your bowls


If you see me in a bowl

Then I’ve lost my way

Don’t take my life

Please help me home

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




I had a dream

A dream with God as Chair

Humans screamed their disgust

Plants and trees screamed their pain

Animals screamed life’s unfairness

The earth kept mute


Every stakeholder

Looked in earth’s direction

And so earth had no choice but to give a speech

“I suffer, I give and I take

And the cycle continues

What right has anyone to judge me?”


Humans said:

“We are born and we have to live

So we turn to the plants”


Plants and trees echo:



Earth retorts:

“And plants and trees 

Are what I give

Even the seas and rivers sit on me”


Humans continued:

“Even so

Why must we suffer

In death and sicknesses?”


Earth said:

“Because nothing is for free

What you take you must replace

If you dig  me like a savage

For your own gain

You must enter at last

To replenish and help feed others”


God asked what humans wanted


Was their answer in one voice


Plants and trees sing:

“Freedom to live”


The seas which have been quiet all along said:

“Some peace and quiet 

And freedom of sea animals to live

Without fear of humans or their fellow sea livers”


Earth says:

“Then none should henceforth step on me

Sit on me nor dig me

Let me lie in peace”


All the others shout:



God said:

“This cannot be

So look for other solutions”


But before He finished

War had broken

The earth shook in fury

The seas and rivers splashed everywhere

The trees shouted horrified

Humans shouted for help

Animals tried to clutch on anything

God leaves through the sky

And I struggled through sand, water, animals and fear

Into wakefulness



What a dream!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


Eagle flying around searching for food









The bird cries at night

Begging for more humane rights

To fly like a kite


Yes fly like a kite

When the sun is shining bright

To feel the cool breeze


It is so glaring

That guns thirst for its poor blood

When the sun smiles bright


It begs for its wings

To extend to its right height

Without fear and doubt


Let thirsty guns sleep

In the day when its sleep weeps

So it can fly right

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










I wish for a spirit so divine

Which will close eyes of all who with me dine

And leave my living to be mine


So I can treat myself superbly fine

Then I’ll put all my feelings in line

It doesn’t matter if it sums up to nine


I’ll sit back and cool like the pine

And creepily open my wings like vine

While sipping the tastiest fulfilling wine


I will read some catchy titled zine

With no one there to chirply whine

Or use a vision to me define

To tie me with a societal twine

And sell me like a tasty swine

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014








Extreme poverty

Queer animosity

On this continent  of love


Rare corruption

Thoughts on a mission

To accomplish their visions

Of filling their pockets with grave decisions

On this continent of love


Like ants around wood

Looking for food

If we work as they stood

Our forefathers will be in the blessing mood

To bless this African continent of ours


So wake

And let me wake

Lets seek to bake

Evil for our children’s sake

Just to keep this continent of love

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Stumbling upon a bloody kite

On an unimaginable stony site

He made to run with all his might

But was caught and jailed by the unfair light


He thought a lot about this trappy bright

And saw clearly how he was poorly indict’

He swore to never be confined without a fight

So he fought with all his  precious might


Money joined hands to his poor body ignite

And succeeded in a lonely crying night

And that was the issue of his sorry plight

He was the pawn in the plan of a propagandist who had no morals right

Whose boss engaged in a hit and run in a stormy night

After he saw not the child with a kite in sight

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014




Owls I must fear

From my mother’s words I infer

If their minds are fixated on me at night

Nothing I do will go right

Crocheting crochets

Please leave my clutches


Mouths of oldy angries

Must be treated with care

An angry growl and their curse

Connives with thunder to deal me a blow

Crocheting crotchets

Please leave my clutches


Rivers are sacred

And must be given a day of rest

Or goddesses will appear and have me under arrest

Oh please!

Crocheting crochets

Please leave my clutches

And make me heal.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014










From the soothing balm of shea

To the ginger, pepper suppository

Through to hunger which was queer

And quenched with thick breakfast of ‘coco’

With plenty sunshine, my happiness was sealed

By the creator


I, like an angel, knew no colour

I knew no difference

I knew humans, black, white, yellow and whatever

And I would’ve never hesitated to play Ubuntu

With either as I saw all human parts play same functions

But for the tutelage of grown livers


I was born a proud African

But each tutoring severed a part of my pride

Replacing it with disdain

I know monkeys live in the forest

But I was thrown bananas and told monkeys are my kin

I know not whether my smooth skin is always seen with too much hair


I was told of the limitedness of my capabilities

The servantude and beggitude I was made for by beings I could swear

Had the complexion of pigs, I was clothed with shame as they used me for pennies

Now I know what I missed as an African Child

Please give the others freedom, give them books

Give them knowledge and soothe their rage


Give them wings, give them the skies

Leave the trees and help them fly

Up, up, up to the sky and beyond

Curb their insecurities and make them the beings they are

I lost my chance as an African child

And I grieve



Two wrongs can never make a right

Please let the new generation be free

Mama, Papa, brothers and sisters

Leave the chains which chain your minds

As many of the ‘humans’ have set rolling balls of freedom

For if our minds become free, we will be free indeed.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014



Gentle sunlight tries hiding behind

The trees to no avail

Gentle rivers blow beautiful breezes

Which set the soul’s peaceful fantasy at sail

Breath in, Breath out and relax your brain

Worry is never in the land of this great read

Imagine the birds singing your lullabic chorus

And the air fanning your heat

And the leaves rustling to assure of their protection

A world where only you dwell


We are in the world of your thoughts

Guns can never chase you

Pain like a visitor insane

May try to stay there but chase it out

And it is out

The angels gather

Their wings are your shade

Close those eyes a little and think

Making sure you make the most beautiful garden

Where you can peacefully relax

In your mind, shhhhhhhhh

Rest there a while

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



Our minds lie like vast rivers

So vulnerable like abandoned children

Whatever we throw in

As they flow,  they quietly hoard

To give in time


When we fill with goodness

We plant good thoughts

When we fill with hurt

We plant bitter thoughts

Which can turn monstrous with every nursing


So be a thought farmer of good cheer

Loving your river and tending with care

A beautiful ending will lie ahead

If you throw all problems far

From your river of thought.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



The fish farmer feeds the fishes

In a polluted sticky pond

Forcing their minds into gratefulness

Until maturity feature them


Their eyes then peep

Through the forbidden hole

The one the farmer warned

Against looking let alone passing through


There is that liberty which dawns

A moment of thought sends them through

They taste the sun lit water

And see the beautiful world out there


There are no boundaries

No stench, food abounds

And the picturesque is awesome

Wow! The chains of mental captivity shreds into pieces


There certainly is no turning back

There may be sharks

But they’ve sworn never to go back there

Better to die in freedom than in stinking captivity.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014