I dream of food
Like earth craves rain
And the sky does give
In its own time

I dream of school
Like vehicle crave fuel
The owner does fill
At the proper time

I dream of shelter
And like the tortoise
The earth gods give
Until pubics harden

I’m left to learn
But vanity I yearn
My parents are stern
My stomach do churn
I want to roam like an eagle so fierce
I want to swim like a fish wild
I want to shout aloud to fame
But provisions are preventables
I feel crippled

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


I may be nothing

Nothing worth something

To have touched hearts of the future

To openly declare


I hate being a plantain tree

Peeling off my leaves while growing others

But I love that most peeled,

Climb for the heavens

After falling off me


A thought of a goner

And this heart flutters

A thought of a goner

And I am like an empty bucket

Although there are more eyes in replacement

Must this be an annual ritual?


With my hands stretched

I reach for all dreams

Befitting the future

And hang them on ladders of hardwork

For their picking


With these arms stretched

I reach for protection

Protection and great affection in all sane ambitions

For the future to be held safe

So the missings from both ends will be worthy

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Clear screens
Pious hearts
Heavenly minds
Who calls shinning angels snakes?
Must be the blind in spirit

Crying souls,
With debris in filthy holes,
Curse senders
Curse hurters
Curse mouths whose words did hurt
Only doomed souls hate innocent hearts

Theirs is the kingdom of heaven;
Those who know no sins
Theirs are the riches of heaven;
Those whose slogan is love
Theirs is the kingdom of heaven;
Those who are sent on journeys they are not set
Theirs is the kingdom of heaven;
So torture them and write your sins on their hearts
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


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I hope

On the dilemmic three pathway

I hope

Feeling the pangs and the goosebumps

I hope

To walk with legs of victory 


I pray

With limbs of tiredness

I pray

Even as time smiles in its race

I pray

To get strong wings like eagles


Hold me

As I hold the sails in the storms

Hold me

As I look for a mouth to calm this storm

Hold and save me

To save the lambs in distress

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


(Today is the launch of my Maiden book, Poetry Excursion on an African Mind, no matter where you are, no matter who you are, a prayer will suffice and if you’re around Ghana, please be sure to pass by PAWA House, Roman Ridge and support. It is the aim of a huge board and mine to create a fund and build a standardised autistic school with moderate fees for children with autism so we can sponsor the less privileged with the fund. Help, help support a good cause, help save lives we can never create without the help of nature. Thank you.)


When orphans are slapped

In the confines of protection

By “saints without, monsters within”,

Whose eyes can penetrate for knowledge?


When little orphans

Who know no difference between the words

Pray and play are made to fast 

For two weeks, which blessed Satan can go to their rescue?


All they feel is hunger

Hunger which makes their hatred stronger

Stronger to make them stranger

Stranger to show their anger


Oh who can help the girly orphans

Whose temples are made markets

For the selling of men so strange

And swept with concoction and tools

After they leave their dirt in them

To generate money for their wicked gods?


And why must those with love

Accept tags as orphans

When their loving parents

Turn their backs thinking they are left in safety

To profit those with greed?


Oh why has safety’s chamber,

Been occupied by greed in slumber?

Oh why must a grieving heart

See the pots of loneliness

Oh why must the restless feel

Thorns in the cool physically cool blanket?

Shame unto you monsters

Suited in saintly wool

Thy judgement tools are cooking

To feed they wicked souls soon!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

(This was inspired by Anas Aremeyaw Anas’s Careless which is an undercover investigation in a children’s home which maltreat the orphans)



She saw him

In the light of innocence

And loved him

For she housed him nine moon travels

But time showed his flaws

Earth conquered his will

And society came to see

“Ei! What is this?

It could be an ancestral curse!

It could be the result of her prostitution!

It could be the curse of family which needs the couple separated!

This can’t be a human being!

This is a pure evil child!

Panic grabbed her heart

What are they saying?

She wept, but still held him tight

Then the ultimate voice came from one

Who bears her maternal blood

“This is a snake reincarnated to bother you to death”


She is no snake

And although he may have been housed

By a snake-like dangler once,

That is so different from a snake

He can’t be

And she’s not taking him to be turned into a python by any deity

So she was neglected!

But her will was her guts

A mother is she who hopes

A mother is she who loves

A mother is she who prays for the better

A mother can never be a murderer

She looked keenly and saw his soul

A soul so pure like snow

A soul telling her

“Mama, I’m here

Throw me not away,

I am no snake

And definitely not evil”

Then technology echoed his soulful words

Truth his eyes told

Although his mouth could say not

Hope is all he needs

Hope is all she needs

Love and patience are all they need

Let nature decide their fate

You are no God!

I am no God!

None is a God on earth to decide fates

Listen to the souls of these and help

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015


I need to go to school

So I can lace my shoe

In this muddy pool

Where knowledge is the rule


I need to go to school

So I can be a tool

And seize being life’s bull

For it to ride me dry


I need to go to school

To flaunt my knowing cool

And show what I can do

And fill my mind with good


School of cools

Brace your stools

I’ll sit and rule

And learn to be cool

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



When mama acts mad

My mates make fun of me

Asking why my mama is mad


When mama acts mad

She kisses me in school

And ruffles my hair


When mama acts mad

She speaks in no language

“dibadibamy babybobobo”

And shakes her head 

From side to side


When mama acts mad

She jumps in the mud

To play with me and goes overboard

Forgetting age is is peeling

The childlikeness of my eyes


When mama acts mad

She forgets there’s something like growth

And her child is possessed


I love my mama

But when mama acts mad

I get mad

Knowing bratty kids

Watch to make fun

And so I get mad

When mama acts mad

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


Kwame pees and peeps

His pleasures turns to sweat

His mama’s cane awaits

His papa’s stare would scare

His friends’ taunts would hurt

What must Kwame do?

What? What must Kwame do?


School is a bore

Shoes give him sore

All subjects are core

Each thing is a bore

But some kids ask for more

What must Kwame do?

What? What must Kwame do?


Way is there to play

Bay is there today

Clay will help him lay

He may say okay

But time will make it stray

What must Kwame do

What? What must Kwame do?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



I am a tadpole

A tadpole made to be a frog

My safe place is a cave in some safe river

But I thread where sharks and cat fishes hunt

Just to feed

My pole can’t swim far

But what can I do?

I came from somewhere

I know I came from somewhere

Yet it seems I was thrown away like rubbish

I was never taught where the water heats

I was never taught where the river runs deep

I know there are sharp teeth everywhere

My only equipment is my size

Even sympathetics do little

And I know there are many like me

They feel cold




And searching for rare food

But their calls

Yield no results

I’m a tadpole

Given a frog brain

By neglect

I see painted frogs

I see frogs, fat from food

None seems to notice me

A sad world it turned out to be

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




Know this, in times past

Kwaku Ananse, Ghana

Taught children the right


His taunts, jeers, cunning

Mostly nearly made him a

Frankenstein Monster


Yet he lived on in

Fresh new episodes brewing 

Trickeries and mischiefs


Children loved him? Yes.

Children loathed and feared his taunts

Yet waited for more


Yes, by the fireside

They waited to hear from him

To cheer, cry or learn


But now they do hide

Watching their pads and browsing

Chatting, no learning



Massive intelligence coup!

Please let rurals rule!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




Ade akye oooo”

The static bell of the cock in wake

I ask:

Are motherless children happy?

Did they sleep well?

Have they no fears?

Fears of impending danger,





Forced labour?

Are there many thinking of them?

Are there many wanting to wipe their fears?

Are there many to give them hugs?

I, one in their future,

Feel their pressure

Why did I have to have only two hands?

Why did I have to have only a body?

Not fair

These injustices

Against pure angels

Injustices, which make Satan possess the lot

To haunt the now and future world

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




Unripe fruits, abused

Weak seeds, used

New born plants, deflowered

What are these?

What are these?


Full blooms, seek

Beautiful grooms, speak

Strong hearts are weak

So they abuse their strength

They abuse the weak


The weak weeps

With broken hearts

They hide the fears

You imprint on their souls.



Living cowards! Bow

Your shameful heads, low

Your egos are dead, throw

And purge your consciences

Please do purge your consciences

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(For those who abuse children and the weak in society, know there is the prize nature gives. I believe in Karma. Please repent from these inhumane sins and be a protector. Abusing a child lasts forever on his/her mind. For those abused, I feel you, I know your pains, I know your fears, so please take those clothes of pain off, and shine through.)




Lightnings strike and bright

Thunders of  stomachs rumble

Drought mouths fight the breeze

As their eyes rain cats and dogs

Hunger gnaws at their in-beings


Weakness is their king

A look; all it takes to know

But none seems to see

Those who see, follow strict rules

Hunger must bite lazy hands


Can’t rules be bended

Where tiny hands are concerned?

Lord God have mercy!

Can’t collateral be age?

Some chests surely have no hearts


Man-made machines drive

Their cause and numbs their feeling

Mercy! Mercy! Please work hard

Work hard to arrest these hearts

And let these life virgins be

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014


Mama’s space

Is occupied by air


Mama’s hug

Is always done by the tree


Mama’s voice

Is lost in the wind


So in my many nightmares

I have no voice to call mama


Because when the trees and the air

Run there, their scare will stop my heartbeat.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

(Wrote this after visiting the Tamale Children’s home and meeting very young abandoned children. Seriously, life is not fair)



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




Sow a seed

In an infant

It’ll grow to feed

You and your nation


Just plant a seed like an ant

And it’ll grow like an elephant

To wow the world,

Your world


We can starve for a day

Our stomachs will have nothing to say

But smiles will accompany many infant mouths

And your blessing will never decay

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014



They swam in competition for the eggs

And won their race

Just hoping for some pecks

So they bore all the cramping and escaped from sicknesses’ chase

Only to come to the shore

To realize they boarded the wrong vehicles



Now what?

No matter the many walks one will take

You see some begging for labour shot

Trying to fake their ages in order to their meals bake

Their sweats cry for help

As their will conquereth their pain


These angels on the street

Trying to be on their feet

They gnash their teeth

In order to hunger beat

They strain their bodies’ meat

And kill their smiles


Let the vehicles that brought them here

Take them back there

There, where their struggles started

There, where their trust forced them to war

Seeing some lost their parts, others hungry,

Others suffering, being beaten and dying is horrendous


Please wake to feed the labour of your pleasure

Mother earth, please let them see the curses they’re incurring

Father sky, please help the pleasurers know their sins have no measure

These angels came to help us live on, only asking for initial caring

They do not deserve this? Please Africa rise

To get them off the street and out of their misery

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014



Under the dark dark sky

With fireflies as our light,

We cared only about our hearts’ rhythms

And shunned the noisy mosquitoes


Hunger tried but failed in its bid for our separation

Money tried but failed woefully

And aimless tongues tried all they could but ended up

Hiding under the skirts of their mouths


I never knew fame could overthrow them

Here I sit, dressed like a mannequin

Remembering those days

When hunger had a permanent seat in my stomach


It is sad, this melody of fame

It lures its interests onto a stage

And makes them dance for eternity

Neglecting all life’s treasures


I may leave before you notice

I hope it won’t be too late then

I hope what memories you’ll have

Won’t be those we shared in the famished past

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014




We are children

With clean big slates

And long white chalks

We will write, write and write

Until we get life right


We will see it all

And will heed when there’s a call

We will rise when we fall.

We have play in store

As we will have work  in store

An important note to know

Is we are ready to face them all

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014





Charley Pee

Come and pee

Don’t you pee

On your hot pants

Cos your mum

Will never find it fun

Do the right thing

And be free


Don’t cry out

Don’t you pout

Just sit here

And learn to grow

Cos your blessings

Will fall in that way

Good, good children

Love to learn

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014






Oh poor poor sky

Did anything go awry?

Please tell I

Without making up a lie


Sky oh poor sky

Why? Do you feel shy?

You lie open and cry

And can’t tell me why?


“My bloody tears

Come from my many fears

For the many things my ear hears

And my heart bears


See young ones under decades

Below me chained in barricades

With many eyes scanning for arcades

Without seeing these barricades


You ask me if I’m shy

For me to mention this, I’m shy

For me to see this, I cry

And for this to happen I ask why?


I am one for all

So why do you seek to make the innocent fall?

And place a call

To me when problems do you call?


You are greedy ants

Who hate benefiting pants

But run in barring pants

As you hear each other’s rants”


Sky oh mother sky

Please forgive my people and I

We had no intention of making you cry

We’ll rectify, we tell no lie


People, a hurt to the sky

Must make us shy

We hide under her and make her cry

Get the young ones and stop their cries.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014


When the wind blows

It is alright

I’ll shield its blows

And hope for sunlight


When the sun shows

It is alright

I’ll enjoy its mild flows

And hide from its fright


When the rain falls

It is alright

I’ll only walk tall

Until I reach a shaded light


When it is stormy

It is alright

I’ll freeze like a dummy

Until I escape the plight

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014