Ruka Yaro in her poultry farm
Ruka Yaro in her poultry farm

Prideful layers stand

Shaking their heads

And feeding fat on Ruka Yaro feed

Knowing they’ll live to see old age

If some terror sicknesses do not meander

Into their domain

So they feed like kwa kwa, kwa kwa kwa kwa


Broilers are in their own world

Knowing they are feeding for the next occasion

Their kwa kwa kwa turning to kwa kwa keke kekeke

They know the feed is not for free

So feed as much as they can

Only stubborn ones stand hungry

In Ruka Yaro’s specially made coop


Layers will lay

Broilers will soon boil

Her master head works to make them fine

And consumable

Like the sweetened eggs and meat they are

A murderer for good I call her

One good turn deserves another

Feed fat fowls

And feed the mouths with thoughts

Thoughts to live like us

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


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Waists with wastes

Waists so waste

Waists with no brains



If you know 

You’re spewing waste

There’s no need

To spew the wastes

Let alone give life to the wastes

And turn around to give them pain


It’s your gain

If it’s waste

It should be your pain;

The pain of your waste,

Not their pain

Oh you insanes!

Think to tame

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


When mouths talk for minds
Many are things which go wrong
But ignorance is considered human
On a land which needs change

Oh! A land so blessed
Harbouring many so cursed
Without reasoning
Killing instead of researching
Neglecting instead of paying attention
Saying nonsensicals instead of listening
And I ask why?

This black land weeps
This good land screams
This land has waited
And waited but thoughts keep blocking the light
So sorry for the struggling
Sorry for the defective
And sorry for the unfortunate
But I do pity heads of ignorance
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



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 to give up on me after walking a long distance and destination not yet reached.

What a day to remember! Getting a head-start from a starting pointed located on the streets of Kokomlemle, a remote place of the several communities one would locate himself in Accra. Getting individuals from various places in Accra we commenced our walk at a few minutes past nine in the morning. Three different schools had joined the walk to mark this day celebrated all over the world. Energetic youth as well did not exclude themselves from this memorable day.

Beside all my busy schedules, I placed it upon myself to have a feel of it. I had never gone for any walk in recognition of a celebrated. With that away, while in primary and junior high school I never partook in the various floats organized by the school because I saw it as a waste of precious time. I always gave excuses of not feeling well and won’t be around that day. The Children’s Park which is located in the heart of Accra, close to the National Theatre was a place I had passed by uncountable times but I had never seen myself in the premises even as a child to have fun there.

Seeing the media all around to take videos and pictures of this memorable day honoured in Ghana, I was delighted. I had already located myself in the “heavens”. The way the police directed traffic enabled us to ply various routes to get us to our destinations was breathtaking.

What was more fun than having interactions with the “different ability” persons. They are indeed special. An inscription on the dress of a woman who was just ahead of me got me over the moon. I was curious. I wanted to hear, feel and see as they did. Enoch, one of the “special ability” persons approached me and took my phone without saying anything. For one moment, I was confused, afraid he would throw my phone away. I had not come across anyone with autism before and this being my first time, you can imagine how my heart was at that moment. He was one of a kind, touched the phone, realized it was complicated and placed it back on my bag.

“Autism is not a disease, don’t try to cure me. Try to understand me.” I learnt a lot from this walk. From afar, I wouldn’t have wanted to do anything with these persons but getting to know them, I loved them more than I loved myself. Curious as people are, they will question what autism is.

Autism, a complex developmental disability is a result of a neurological disorder that has an effect on the normal brain function, affecting the development of the person’s communication and social interaction skills. This group of people have issues with non-verbal communication, a wide range of social interactions, and activities that include an element of play and/or banter.

However autistic individuals are gifted with different jaw-dropping  abilities! Unfortunately they are often isolated to reduce discrimination and prejudice from those who would mock them or treat them unfairly!

Loving them already? Why don’t you pay them a visit at Autism Care Centre in Kokomlemle. You can help support these persons as well. When you feel all is lost, these persons don’t feel the same. From the outside, you may feel hopeless about their futures but they don’t.

They are living full lives and all they need is your understanding. All they need is your understanding. Let’s accept them into the society as one of our own. “One person caring about another represents life’s greatest value-Jim Rohn. I’m in love with somebody having autism already,not necessarily a female. What about you?

One personnel I can direct you to from the centre is Auntie Serwaa Quanyor. You can contact her on +233244325919. She has been a blessing to people living with autism.
Autism: We are caring for those affected.
Autism: Awareness, Care and Training.

Adjei Gerald.
+233543518489/+233209047962. University of Ghana.
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All are noise

Undue stress and ridicule

Tempers, I would rather be alone

Instead of worry

Since my eyes can not get yours

May I plead for solitary? Maybe later

I will be refreshed and care for company

But keep your hands close

To catch me when I fall

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia for Autism month.


(Today is World Autism Awareness Day. As part of the awareness, I present this piece)

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From thoughts to walks

There is a difference

In looks and work

There is a difference

But not in evil



No one can challenge the fact that

There is a difference

But you just can’t snake a human

Who is just different

Now Listen


Many are those born same

Oh multiple seizures!

Oh some earthly defects!

Oh some ghastly falls!

And you ridicule?

When it could have been you?


Awesomely different

Under the lenses of righteousness

Tests are not needed

In storms or sun

Servings or served

Mind them, they are just different


How would you feel

When you wish for a thing

Which you know but can’t call

As eyes watch in ridicule?

How would you feel

If teachings giving understanding

Taunt you like a ghost?

Hurt, perplexed or even frustrated?


They are different

Just different

Like all creations, each is different

And they are no exception

So lend a hand

Wear a smile

Give a hug

And know their nature

Give no defection signals,

Just affection

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



When busy legs lie

Being neglected by hearts which sigh

Watching others move

As minds think of all its loss

Doom blankets future wishes


Will I ever rise?

Will I ever leave like them?

Will I ever laugh?

Will I ever get my wish?

Dilemic songs sing themselves


If God watches now

Let all sicknesses bow now

To grant peace to all

Because when eyes see movements

Hearts suffer left behind pain

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Caused by uncontrolled

division of abnormal

cells, cancer grows to

take lives, irrespective of

personalities and fame


Early detection

Is needed for a fair fight

Once outweighed; no hope

So stop tobacco intake

Eat well, cut down alcohol


Exercise is key

Learn to enjoy monrning sun

Do practice safe sex

Green tea is a good fighter

And a dark bedroom helps


For the love of God

Please get a check up always

Trying  walks daily

Standing more and sitting less

So you can beat all cancers

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

(Today is world cancer day, please stay healthy by living healthy, your life is so important and you’ll save yourself much trouble if you live well)


And the Dr. said to calm

They would never do her harm

But on whose ticket was she there?

School fees of needers?

Feeders of hunger?

And the pressure tend to be up

She didn’t want to be there

Dr. flips; “You can’t tell me what to do”

Her anger, the patient’s anger

Araba knew the better one had to give in

And there came a friend and an angel

Who brought a superior and calmed her heart

And said she could go home after her life was assured

And there it was

That after many infusions

And unnecessary suspectings

She sailed into the bed she loved

With chest aches and feelings of weakness

And a sore throat like a known visitor

And still, the many who depend on her

Must suffer for these spendings

Better yet, more months are ahead

For them to receive help

This life is a sad life

But she knows she won’t regret

Even if it ends

For in her short life, she has lived,

impacted and loved

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Harmattan effects;

Burning fresh leaves, kindling ills

Favouring orthodox?


Attacking the nose

Scratching and biting the chest

Murder in cold blood?


When your pinch shivers

As your air wrinkles like cloth

Of linen, your problem?


You’ll say I accuse 

Unfairly, but you know how

Right I am. My chest!


Leave my bones and flesh

And I’ll leave your case to rest

As simple as that!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Wandering pure minds

Homing angelic bodies

I know you are there


It takes a great while

For you to catch up with us

But I know you’re there


You need great control

Like Christ with Holy Spirit

But I know you’re there


You have many names

From cast aways to Satans

But I know you’re pure


You are work untold,

True, you are money with wings

True too, but you live


As long as you live

I will always my all give

To you saintly ones

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

(NOTE: Please pause to think of autism, children and adults with autism are intelligent beings with relaxed minds. All they need is care and trust and their talents shocks the world. Think of these people too, it can be you, your child, your sister or your mother, so have compassion and think of helping in your own way.)



In the pillow of the corrupt are;

Tears of orphans,

Pain of unemployment

Harshness of depression

Sins of the unaffectionate

Aggression of the youth

Future babies of robberies

Future hardened prostitutes

Perpetrators of kidnappers






Amidst others

In that pile, I wonder they leap sleep

To many mornings

Knowing their punishments await

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



Call grandma from beyond

Call daddy from above

Call all the ancestors who reign

To help fix my taste-buds


At first it tasted light soup

And rejected it, I blamed the cook

Then it tasted banku and okro

It repelled it, and again the cook suffered

Many a cook suffered blame

Then I tried raw sugar

Still, this taste bud rejected it

Sending signals of its sourness

The doctors say they see nothing.

Is a rebelling tongue a normal trend?


Please let the seers be at work

To keep this tongue in check

And send it to apologise

To all the good cooks trashed

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




To think time never stops!



A peaceful house harbouring suffering!



Comings are not goings, the unknown taunts!



Accompaniers wait quietly and anxiously!



Why does your lights shine so deceivingly bright in the night?



A habitat of beauty housing abhorables!



Show a little of your troubles to the world



Standing deceivingly is misleading



If only you can bring all the breaths you’ve taken

Tamale will see your beauty for beauty

And approach you with serenity

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014








Acquired mostly through pleasure

Inducing roots of pain without measure

Deadly blood sucking discomforts implant themselves

Sternly with no plans of leaving one’s trail



Killer of freedom from medication

Instructor of chills and headaches

Leech through fever, muscle aches and more

Learner of injection of pain and shame

Sweat hurter, it dishes rashes, sore and more



In this spacious space

None can protect anyone but himself

Death is its final straw

Immunisation knows not its name

Saints can get into its web

Carvers of lives get into its web

Rearing in blood is its hobby

In every second it multiplies to fight

Main workers in your system

It’s a life long pest friend

Never let your guard down

At least protect you

Taking the time to work for protected pleasures

Educating loved ones on this monstrous canker

Leaving no stone unturned to block its entrances

Yes, the killer AIDS is to be feared with all our might

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


(Today is World Aids Day. Ebola seems to rubbish the fear of AIDS but let us not forget about the fact that AIDS is a killer disease. Protect yourself when having fun and learn much from it to be safe. Be blessed)





When it stretched and stretched

There were complains upon complains

Why one unattractive plant

Could occupy important space

Beats the imagination of all

But time shut all mouths

As it stored in its huge body

Vitamins A, B and C

With potassium

Stifling fats, potassium and sodium

And also hoarding 91% of water

Such a helpful plant

Tasting so sweet

And giving so much

Deserves its huge territory

It can be chewed

Drunk with its rind stewed

What more can we ask of a fruit

Which is known to battle hypertension?


A melon with too many helpful properties

You are a selfish fruit

Wanting to be the only one walking in the body most of the time

But I know you are worth every space

A melon which is spot on

You rock!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



The sins of the fathers

Are crosses on sons and daughters

Crosses heavier than their shoulders can carry

If so

Why are eyes of fathers closed

To their personal sins?

The sky heats today

The handiwork of past, present and future fathers

It’s end result, sky blasting

On innocent children

The sins of the fathers!

Rivers are chocking

In future, they’ll be blocking

Causing drought for their own

The sins of the fathers!

Now I pray

For eyes to see

For ears to hear

And hearts to know

That the environmental sins

Of the fathers are woes unto the children

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




Sicknesses walk

And authoritatively talk

On palanquins of dirt










Destroy those palanquins

And they are non existent

Your burden

My burden

Will be gone forever

Let’s try it

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




A choice

To be the noise

The voice

Or live in the joys

And rejoice adds to his many apparels


The smile, could be a veil

The smile, could be a nice mask

The smile, could be a nice cologne

Hiding the scents of ache,

Insanities, yearnings for goodness, trials and tribulations


Most times, like a happy bird,

He chooses the veil of a smile

Most times, like a fiery bird,

He chooses the veil of smile

To pleasantly deceive not only beings but himself of happiness



Sometimes, like an outing clothe

He chooses the veil of smiles

Sometimes, like an expensive make-up,

He chooses the veil of smiles;

The treasure all need and some yearn for



Sometimes, as the comforter

He puts on the veil of smile

Sometimes, to relieve tensions

He puts on the sweet cologne of smiles

Sometimes to relieve the soul, he swims in the rivers of smile

He simply chooses that path to rejoice in the voice of smiles

Or like clothes, buys many facial coverings of infectious smiles

We can all take that path or get those fabrics to sow

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

(Inspired by an owner of infectious smiles; Mr. Dey.)












Caring is me

Overprotecting, yes, sometimes

Classy, I am

Old and golden, yes, that’s me

Not even my peelings are trash

Under no circumstance do I fail to deliver

Terrifying thirst hates my sight



I can breastfeed

Produce oil,

Work on hair like magic

Work on skin like magic

I have the soft touch, good for all

The hard touch, mm, chewy!

The hard and silker protectors good for chimneys

I help in boosting your immune system

You can bake or flake me

Boil or cook me

Make me into meat

Or rawly have me

My fatty acids have high healing powers

And of course, I can help you burn fat right

Some bacteria, viruses and fungi flee at my sight

Even I help reduce seizures and heart diseases

And I work on the brain like magic

I am coconut, the nut you pay no attention to

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(Inspired by Prior’s post: coconut oil – a priorhouse taste test)


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




The poor cry wolf

And sees no wealth in health

The rich sleeps not

And hopes for peace like the poor


Two eyes

Walking legs

Working hands

Ungrateful mouth


Every blessing deserves a praise

Who helps an ingrate

Who sees not the little things

And nags as the wounded dog with flies wags its tail?


Give praise

For health is wealth

Health with great breath is great wealth

Count it all in praise

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



Let’s send ebola to the boola

And bury it under the heap of rubbish

Deep deep beneath the rocks

So the rocks will rock them dead



Let’s take ebola to the boola

Men are falling

Women are falling

Even children are falling as they laugh



Let’s take ebola to the boola

Who cares if they starve to extinction

Their aim is to finish us

Ours is to live, now our lives remain paramount



Ebola please prepare for the the boola

We fear to touch but we’ll manage somehow

Better to eat some of us alive

Than take all of us to the boola

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(“Boola is the incinerator)



Lie on the sickness mat

And see who uses his fanning hat

When the sun sits at its angry best

And many flies hope to push beings into the earth


Never be disappointed by what you see

None will want to pay that fee

Their safety is their thoughts’ keys

Which locks consciences to make them flee


Blame games then is but an unfair game

Because majority carry the vote

If only a few will take them off

Then do know those are the odd ones


Life teaches each time of the day

Know your enemies and keep them close and at bay

Know your friends and keep them close and at bay

Know your saviours and let them live in your heart

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


ebola free


It roams in some parts

Of Liberia, Sierra Leone,

And Guinea, scary!


It has not spread wings

To other fifty countries

Yes we are that many


Shun not the largest

Using ebola as bait

For it hunts for all


Instead of shunning

Why don’t we find a stronger

Force to fight it square?


Life is one for each

Ebola; our enemy

Not a continent

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




It came visiting

Looking fragile and harmless

In quiet heelless shoes


None gave it a thought

As it built its strong mansion

But now we all see


Why do we all see?

Because many disappear

Whenever it eats


Its meals were first dark

Darkness tried fleeing but failed

As light watched perturbed


Some light gave a chase

It ate them all without thought

Conquering rubber


Darn mobility!

It trails many in hunting

Increasing its range


Insatiable now,

Its fire still remains unquenched

So we flee in vain

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


Thank you to all those who visit my blog, I am truly humbled and you don’t know how happy you make me when I see traces of your visit in my stats. Blessings to all of you. Due to some forces beyond my control, I need some time to sort myself out for a while. A week or maybe two. Please do pardon my absence. I leave you with this:



When the wings of the bird breaks

It gets rooted and aches

Seeing all its peers fly

Opens the gates of its eyes to cry

But a voice

Like noise

Reminds it of healing

Restful healing

Healing which will take it to the sky

And it sighs

As it watches the beings in the sky display

All it must do now is to hope to join the play

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




That spine

Is not a swine

Treat it fine

And it’ll do you fine


Sitting and bending

Lying, twisting and not exercising

Being in one sitting

Feeling it hurting without caring


Just know one thing

It does no flings

Once it is hurt beyond repairs

Its breakage is your breakage, yes, you have that share

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(Today is world spine day, treat your spine with care, it holds your body, be safe)



Dreadful dreams

Stir horror’s nest

Real they seem

Unreal they seem

The pot of thoughts

Is stirred by fear

The heat of reality

Boils and cooks

Thoughts wander far from legs

Danger dens are far from seen

Now dreadful dreams do nothing

Dreadful thoughts kill the soul

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(MY THOUGHTS: Thoughts of fear after bad dreams kill more that the dreams themselves. You being dejected, thinking of the worst interfere’s with your focus, and that can be chaotic. Shed all horrible dreams and be focused. Chances are, they might not even be real.)




When you see the fever

And you see the shiver

And you see some blood

Coupled with some blisters

Or even one of these, let emotions fly


The victim can be your mother

Your child or your lover

They’ve actually done nothing

But monsters  may live in them

Monsters who seek your head


Even if it is you, run to the nearest hospital

Or call a good healthcare

And stay away

Don’t be swept by dismay

And wear a rubber protective set


No handshaking

No kissing

No hugging

Avoid walking coughs

And cover your coughs


For safety sake

Let hand washing be your take

Be highly awake

To avoid casual sweat mates

And shy from public fluids and defecation


This is ebola

A virus as hungry as a lioness

A virus more poisonous that cobra

So calm your fears and be alert

In care and politeness

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




God must really be bored

And must be carrying a sword

A sword whose pain we can’t afford

The feared haunting ebola sword!


God must really be bored

Having many weapons to hoard

He brought AIDS in His own accord

And now brings an ebola sword


God must really be bored

Why won’t He be this bored?

What crimes have we not caused?

We have caused all to make Him bored


We do know we’ve made you bored

But aren’t we too fragile for your sword?

Please put down your scary smiting sword

And let’s resolve what can be resolved

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


hard liquor

Quinton quickly quaffs his quaff

Hitting his head in hurried hurt

Mother mummers

Father frowns

Sisters sit in sadness


Why would he worry their world

Drinking drunk to destruction?

Like a leech who lives to last in his last

Quinton quickly quaffs his quaff


Bleeding  and bursting beneath the burn

Quinton quickly quaffs his quaff


Working for work with will is worse

Quinton quickly quaffs his quaff


Women woo with want of wisdom

Quinton quickly quaffs his quaff


Sleeping sick in shivers and shame

Quinton quickly quaffs his quaff


Debarring don’t dwell dull in his den

Quinton quickly quaffs his quaff


Friends fear for Quinton’s fall

Death knocks on his door at dawn

Quinton quietly quaffs his quaff

Quivering, the last light of his life quenching

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014















Oh ye bats

Hold on to thy bats

Hitting the air

To trouble stir


Please bats

Put down your bats

Your meat is sweet

But now hides deceit


We have no thought

Of you being caught

Your delicacy is in the past

When ebola was in no telecast

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




(Today is a day set aside to educate people on the need to treat mental patients with love and care, so I understand, this is my bit of contribution.)











Electrical circuits touch in rooms

Electrifying in high pain

Until pain gives way to thoughts unburdened

In indiscriminate living


It could be you

It could be me

It could be the one you truly love


No cane can talk to these thoughts

No insult can talk to these thoughts

No humiliation can talk to these thoughts

But love will make them shine

And will make their maker less sad

Having time to deal with rooms with no faults

Knowing by helping them

They in turn help His rooms with tendencies of electrocution

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2104


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Thanks to ebola

The poor and the rich alike

Kneel at the altar


Praying for great calm

As the tree of sickness shakes

And panic’s taunt scares


Peaceful in panic

Holding hands in hopeful calm

Perfects of pictures

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




Shivers travel fast in my streams

Quivers hold fast my joints

One leg forced into a hole of fright

The other stands here shivering with hope

Perhaps there will be a leap in miracle

Or there’ll be an end to a suffering

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

Thanks to those who read my posts. If ever loneliness ruled my world, you’re the ones who defeated him, if ever self doubts sat with me, you’re the ones who made me strong, I write as I do because you come here. Thank you again. Due to some problems with my health, I’ll be away for a week or two. I hope you find other posts to read here while I’m away. I’ll particularly miss reading on other blogs but I’ll catch up God willing when I get the strength. I’ll leave by saying:

Stress is there to be de-stressed

Hate is there to be conquered by love

Sorrow is there to be conquered by happiness

War is to be conquered by peace

Pain is transient

Even the mythical death

Shall be dead to us when we die


Blessings and love.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


I was born beautiful

With an added original for a purpose

Man thought they were not enough

There was the mouth

Ears, nose and you know what

But my ears got an earthly

Why must you tamper with

My original earth path of the mighties?


Cries of the land for me were ignored

Cries of the creator in deep rains

Were ignored, even the land so close

Had voice unheard, how will the heavens be heard?

They cited faithfulness

Then culture

The things a woman must see

Pain, pain, pain until pain is taken by the earth

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

I wrote this piece to tell all those who suffered and are still suffering under the barbaric Female Genital Mutilation that we shall rise, we are fighting to free their minds and protect their young ones. God should give them peace from now till they depart home.




In the past years,

Stench rose with more than enough  fists

To welcome all first timers

As people hid behind ugly filth

Trying their hardest to sell their wares


“Sister, please buy some for me

Beautiful chains made for a queen like you,

Brother come and buy tomatoes,

The onions are really cheap and I’ll do you fine,

It is one, one cedi, buy some and wear”


Bus conductors whose noses

Had long conquered the stench called

“Come and let’s go

Bantama! Tech, Tech, Tech, Tech!

Ayeduase, Ayeduaduase!

Ejisu, Fumesua!

Anloga Junction, ready going!”


Sweat from different pores rear their heads

Looking and touching without apologies

A step on the toes needed no query

For there was no leg to take to court

But many mouths ready to bath you in their saliva


I am appalled to see the stench banished

Banished to God knows where

The filth might have travelled

Because I don’t see them anywhere


Kejetia of Asante

Kejetia of Osei Tutu

The royal Kejetia of Ghana

With this feat, you are free to brag forever!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014






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The man with the broomy beard

Sweeps the road and clears the gutters

He defies all the insults and taunts

To keep the Ghanaian royal centre clean


Oko the dancer dances the streets

Oko the wicked murders some rubbish

Oko the ambitious wants a palace out the street

Oko the cruel imposes neatness


His vision

And mission

Clash and bounce like bouncy balls

As his audience shout and cry


Cholera calls his competence to book

Mahama steps down from his throne

Of insults, to clear the gutters

Fearing a Mahama-Cholera caption

Ghana my homeland

Ghana my home

Even to clear dirt

We still must be told


What brains do we keep

For our thoughts?

Dying but still eating

Food garnished by dirt, sad.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 201


My heartfelt sympathies go to families of those who lost their dear ones to cholera during the recent outbreak. Let’s keep Ghana clean.



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



Carnivores hearts bleed

As ebola their targets freed

The kingdom of the wild

Might be singing hallelujah

For their liberation from African mouths

Our curse, their blessing

That’s the life the creator created

Fair to a group now

Fair to that group tomorrow.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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



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.



Gloves on my hands for ebola

A mask on my face for ebola

Skin curving in for ebola

But I still shiver


Lord don’t hover

Rain with your meds to sack ebola

Thrash it to extinction; ebola

Help your beloved from this ebola

We are helpless


Helpless, hopeless,

Prevention failing

We call, as many fall

In the soil

Because of ebola.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia