POLITICAL JUNKS

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Policing the corrupting

Ordering and removing the pious

Liaising with the needy and greedy

Instilling stealing tips in hearts of indifference

Telling huge fake tales of expenses made

In light of coercion for mandate

Calling on propagandists to propagate deceits

Allowing aliens to rule to turn indigines stooges

Let us stop and think, Ghana, my motherland

Jail must be tasted by your bloated bodies

Under no circumstance must your crime go unpunished

Never must our ancestors feel their blood guttered

Killing is tantamount to killing, we will have our pound of flesh

Soar as high as you can now

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

OMAN MMRATU

 

REFRAIN:

Sɛ ↄman yi bɛyɛ yie a

Na efiri me ne wo

Sɛ ↄman yi bɛyɛ yie a

Na efiri yɛn ara

Na efiri yɛn ara

Firi agyanom ne nnanom akuafo, akruufo kosi aman mpanyinfo so

Na efiri yɛn ara

Na efiri yɛn ara

Ei! akwadwofo ei, annuanomu mmratofo ne ɛmfamehofo

Na efiri yɛn ara

Na efiri yɛn ara

S3 adwene deda yɛn tirimu yi

Na aso mu w akwantuo toklo yi deɛ

Mesrɛ sɛ yen ndwedwene ho

Efirisɛ efiri yɛn ara

 

I

ɛhↄ nnyɛ hann

Ma ɛhↄ nnyɛ hann

Esum kabisiii  a, ma hɛnnyɛ hann

Esum gyampantrudu a, ma hↄ nnyɛ hann

Na obi amfa mogya anshɛ nsu anan mu

Sɛ sum ka aniwa aniwa hyɛn kyɛ a

Wiase kan kↄ bɛma Ghanaman ada ne nsa benkum so

Enti akuma ne adwene

Mo mfa m’aso ntena sutie agwa so

Na mo ntie akokoa mkwadaasɛm yi bi

 

II

Anyinam a yɛ wↄ amanfo se,  enka efyinam nea enni hↄ

Ayɛ sɛ anyinam a enni annuonyam

Adɛn na aban adwa si yɛ ntamu

Na ano nnyinaa eretwa bↄ no

Wↄ mmre a yɛ wↄ  yɛn kyɛfa?

Kwaku Atta sor fridge de mma nuane a ɛbɛkↄ bↄↄla so

Yɛ sɛɛ nyunyunuunyunu

Ommma fan nnya nahume sima baako koraa

Akwadworↄ  nti, ↄrebɛpue a, na wafa nataade baako atu

Osↄ tv de mma nkonwa wↄ mmre a wↄnni ani

Tumi de gya hↄ sɛ nansa

Ne mpena de anyinam na ɛka banku

Ode anyinam na ɛyɛ froyɛ

wↄ mre a ogya mframa wↄ hↄ

Wↄn mmienu nyinaa wↄ laptopu, tableti,  san wↄ kasatrufoↄ miensa miensa

Wↄn reyi sene wↄ wei so no

Na wↄↄdi nkↄnkↄnsa wↄ foforo so

Na wasan eetwa wↄn ho mfoni de kyerɛ amansan wↄ amanaman so

Me nka wↄn afɛfuo a wↄde anyinam ne internet rebu abrↄfo daa daa

Sɛ ↄyɛ wei nyinaa na sɛ owia a

Na onya anyinam nↄnhwere  du mienu

Na ↄda sum mu nansa a

Na wakↄgyina kasafidie so de aban ayɛ ban ɛɛbↄmu ton ton ton ton

Efirisɛ aban ahantan adane nkantankantan

Ama kɛtɛasehyɛ ayɛsɛ abɛprↄyɛkro a asɛi abɛduasa

Ei! Ma yɛn yi yɛn aniase mpi

Ansa na yakyerɛ yɛn nfɛfo de

 

III

Komla Dzokoto yere tↄn waakye

)ne n’adamfo Akwele a tↄn dↄkunu

Na ɛti faako

Eno Dzokoto tu ne bↄↄla gu gutter mu

Si gutter no ma nsutↄbbrɛ kyere nnipa dane wↄn nsamanfo

Akwele gyae gyae ne bↄↄla gu gu gu basaaaa

Frɛ frɛ  nnwansena a wↄkura  nyarewa  bebree  ba  fie

Dodoo kↄ nsu a ano

Kↄ gya ne nan gumu

Nsunsuanso ba a

Obiara ti keka; ahotieefo ne  wↄn fefo afifo nyinaa

Na sɛ yare  bɛtu atese a

Wↄn agyina mmepsↄ o abↄ dawuro se

Agya aban na ↄde nnyarewa aba

Sɛ aban te sɛ ohuruyɛ a

Ene na yɛn nso tesɛ mprako

Adware ne ntaade biara nni hↄ a ebɛtumi atwe yɛn  afiri fi ho

Oh sɛ anka yɛbetumi ahunu sɛ ↄman yi gyina me ne wo mienu so a

 

III

Mr. Ofosu yɛ ↄhyɛnkafo

Ohyɛnkafo a ↄde charley na  ɛka ne hyɛn

Ode ne hyɛn bɛlɛti adane aiesiede

Ne hyɛn  tyre ho ayɛ trontrontrom tesɛ akwaraa foforo tuho

Sɛ ohunu agya prosini a

Na ↄde cedi mienu ahyɛ ne tumi krataa mu

Na oprosini Mumuni Nunu nso ayi ne bↄkↄↄ ama ne kↄ

Obiara reyɛ bi

Onumonyamfo Brɛnya a wafa sum ase anya contraage so commission

De ama Papa Atia a n’ano tↄ dwamu

Sɛ ↄnkↄbↄ kwan ngu so kootaa

ↄkↄbↄ kwan no a, na wa’gyai ama soru nsuo

Na suronsuo no nso atututu so

)hyɛnkafo Ofosu de mmrika huuu

Na wakↄtↄ amina mu abuafaso akum ne ho ne n’apassenger fo nnyinaa

Afei na Ofosu papa bɛfa puma asu

Akakyerɛ amanfo sɛ aban akum ne ba

Obiara nndwene ne ba no nfomso

Efirisɛ aban ahantan adane nkantankantan

Ama kɛtɛasehyɛ ayɛsɛ

abɛprɛye kro a asɛi abɛ duasa  yɛ wo ne me o

Oman yi yie yↄ

 

IV

Efiri nea ↄwↄ nsa tintinntini a ↄde wura aban sika futuↄ mu

De hyɛ n’afuru

Fa nea ↄhyɛbↄ a ontumi nni so de daadaa akra

Kosi nea ↄyɛ  aban adwuma nti ↄmpɛ adwuma koro

Oman yi bɛyɛ yie a na efiri me ne wo

Agya aban wↄne kyɛfa

Enti mere a amanyↄfo sei wↄ nkasafidie bebree so

Bↄ dawuro de srɛ  abatuo no

Enti wↄn ntumi nfa saa kwan no aa so

Ntu ↄman mma fo?

Obiara a ↄsↄ adeɛbiara a ontumi no, nswɛɛ!

***

Nnwumaguo eetwa ↄman mma asuo

Efi, a adane ↄman mma mmusuo

Kɛtɛase shɛ a adane ↄman mmua nkokↄ buo!

Ne mponkye funu a ɛti nkonwa kɛsɛɛ so

Sɛ ↄman yi gyina me so

Na  ɛsan nso gyina wo so a

Kae sɛ:

 

REFRAIN:

Sɛ ↄman yi bɛyɛ yie a

Na efiri me ne wo

Sɛ ↄman yi bɛyɛ yie a

Na efiri yɛn ara

Na efiri yɛn ara

Firi agyanom ne nnanom akuafo, akruufoↄ kosi aman mpanyinfoↄ so

Na efiri yɛn ara

Na efiri yɛn ara

Ei! akwadwofo ei, annuanomu mmratofoↄ ei ne ɛmfamehofoↄ

 

Na efiri yɛn ara

Na efiri yɛn ara

adwene deda yɛn tirimu yi

Na aso mu wↄ akwantuo toklo yi deɛ

 

Mesrɛ sɛ

yen ndwedwene ho

Efirisɛ efiri yɛn ara

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

 

(For the benefit of foreign readers: this poem talks about people who are not patriotic and do things that do not promote the progress of their nation, in this case Ghana)

AGYA ABAN IS A GOD

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Agya aban must be a god
Ooooh, Ataa, let me explain
When I was growing up
I heard one of my uncles died
My mother told me Agya Aban killed him
Because he did not fix the road
And the angry road showed its anger
By chewing my uncle and many others
I asked who Agya Aban was
She said nothing
And I thought Agya Aban must be a god

 

II
Ataa, Agya Aban must be a god
When seas swallow beings
Mouths blame Agya Aban
When fire breaks
Eyes call Agya Aban
When stomachs grumble in hunger
Hands call for the help of Agya Aban
Let mosquitoes bite beings
Legs run around looking for Agya Aban
Eiii! Someone must tell me o!
Why won’t I see Agya Aban as a god?

III
He is called for help
Called for blame
Called for curses
And few times for blessings
Agya Aban is like a help mirror
Agya Aban is like a sky with goodies
Akuoko and Kwabena Amoah
Want to go to Agya Aban
Apiorkor and Dzamasah say they need to join Agya Aban
Abena Donkor and Eyram say they will marry Agya Aban
Ataaa eeiii!
I say Agya Aban must be a god

EX GRATIA MEETS ITS MILITIA

Laughing-earth

Ex gratia has met its militia
Its gun is lowered in front of Mahama

Although few mouths are opened in awe
The master, for once, aims to be fair

Will we see a parliamentary demonstration?

Ha ha ha haaaa, ho ho
No one is penalized for wearing “kuntunkuni” to a funeral ground
But wearing white to an aged’s funeral is to be commended
Because it is a mark of wisdom
In the cultural realms of Sikaman

II
Ex- gratia has met its militia
Kneeling in prayers
To be saved in Ernest
Ei! Kojo Gratia, did you not see alawa?
How it was killed with cries from many young mouths?
If you’re asleep in your room and your legs’
eyes roam the streets
Then be told of the execution of alawa
And know your death is good for triumph
So kill yourself in the hearts of your followers
Before the axe falls on your neck
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 201

HIS ROLE MODEL

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Boy:
Ataa Ayi is my role model
But I aim for higher
For no soul must get me
Until I retire

Minister:
How dare you?
How can you aspire to be Ataa Ayi?

Boy:
I am now a being with shadowed tongue
What is the difference between multiple zeroed fraudsters and thieves?
Don’t say they kill with weapons
Those who die drinking bad water
Those who die plying horrible roads
Those who die like fowls because of hunger
Those who die fighting each other because of bosses like you
Are more than all who die through Ataa-like guns
Boss, please don’t bow your head
Neither must you call me insolent
Ataa is my role model
Because he is better than all the robbers in suits
Better than religious leaders who travel to hot pant lands
Of choristers in the dark
Better than mouths who talk with coward hearts
And me knowing my passion of being a higher Ataa Ayi
Tells me I can be better
If I am able to clear all bosses
With capital monies relaxing
In Swiss accounts
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

A PEA IN THE TIME POT

Hounding heart
Pounding pass
Calling cruelty
Healing heart
A pea in a time pot

II
Sailing saints
Beaming beasts
Daring demons
Fighting fair
A pea in a time pot

III
Giving gains
Jailing jests
Loving lanes
Mending most
A pea in a time pot

IV
A pea in a time pot
A burn in the rot pot
Fake ladle in pot caught hot
Growing greens in future streams
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

FIGHT FAIR

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When the domestic fowl

calls for a fight with the guinea fowl

in the full glare of all eyes,

none must interfere 

because fairness count’s in win

II

We live, love, work in all view

we each have mouths, to talk

hands to wave

legs to walk

what else is there?

coverings in clothes don’t matter

when freedom fights begin

III

Let us not be ostriches

always adjusting

when the cockrel is favoured

a time will come

when the guinea fowls will be lost

and cock huntresses would be tasked

with searching for them 

in the scary forest

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

CONCEALED KNIVES

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We can’t surely say

That the tons of blood on Alata land

Were by knives of the known devil

II

We can’t surely say

That the new shoot of hope on Alata land

Is  free of all knowledge of the slaying knives

III

Alata is at the crossroad

With eyes watching from all angels

To see if the flower of hope is not a hidden lion

IV

A flower like hope

A flower like a lion

A flower with happy fears for laughter or tears

Queer!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

 

AT THE FORECOURT

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As monkeys dress in suits

And pigs dress in cloths

And monkeys eat with cutlery

As pigs feed with fingers

All mouths shut

As tummies receive

Forgetting all standing beefs

 

II

Talks of climbing and sky defecation

Talks of dirt and defecation feeding

Talks of the best as compared to the rest

All rest, well, well, well, tummies rule

Brains sleep

Hands work as mouths are senders

Basking in taste

For the machination of stomach

Who sieves, distributes and shed

Funny, the human race

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

 

A WALK WITH MAHAMA

(Today is World Poetry Day. Let me start my day with a walk with my president. I love and respect the headship because he represents Ghana, my motherland. When things go wrong, writers have the pens. And this is how I choose to use mine today)

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Nothing is by mistake

I would’ve said by mistake,

You were chosen to follow,

Then by death’s mistake,

You were chosen, after being pursued, to lead

A young shoot leading a mountain

A star leading suns and moons

A small star ruling the sky

Interesting and all eyes were keen in watching

Many thought your small light

Will make it easier for you to zoom in on the sky

And I can’t say you have not tried!

But then you took on corruptive fireflies

Fireflies hungry to feed

And many see you as one yourself

As for me, I have no voice in the matter

Whether you gathered and others stole

Or gathered and stole with them,

I am no witch to know, so I won’t judge

But all blame heads if legs and hands rebel

Stars can’t shine brighter than the moon

Or sun, that I understand,

But must that be taken literal?

If promises developed long running legs

From your abled-mouth,

Must “dum” accompany your eyes to see?

Upon our walk, we stumbled on a SADA stealing

Upon our walk, we stumbled on a GYEEDA stealing

Upon our walk, many mouths have been shut by failure;

With dum, how many enterprises can stand on weak kwashiorkor legs?

That rumours walk in whispers

Of your familiar richness

Is one of the scary hushnesses

A walk with you has seen many striking deaf and dumps

If even they heard or saw enough to strike

Then which good annals will have your name in ink?

That will be bad business!

But even you claim you are dead and a goat!

Show some respect Amoafowaa!

No one voted for a dead goat

Could it be we struggled for a goat

And killed it before a great occasion?

If this walk will yield any results

It will start from you and end with you

How about getting more passionate Gomashies

How about nailing all the helpless Woyos?

How about cleaning the filth in your cabinet?

This neatness is not literal

Let it start from above

And we below will follow your sync

Ghana is greater than all our hurdles

But a floating ship, no matter how strong,

Will sink on any river or sea

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

THE EYES OF THE SKY

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Laughter

Stealing, sharing, chopping

Stinking

Frights, fights, flights

Catching

Blaming, catching, crying

Politicking

Praying, playing, freeing

Like a tale

All those bails

God does see

It will never go without a punishing fee

So flee and defend the caught

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

SHUNNED

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Yay to the hay

Nay to explain

When ministers crawl

Under Satan’s bench,

Yay to the hay

Nay to explain

II

When accountants bolt

As accountings hide

Yay to the hay

Nay to explain

We do the do

But sit to be fooled

III

It’s yay to the hay

Nay to explain

Who made the hails

And turned to naught?

We, we, we and us

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

CORRUPTION’S FINGER AT LAW

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When rats

Feel threatened

They think of all tricks

But changing their scents

“Akura Woyo w’adi atwi”

II

When threatened dogs

Bark loudest

They fail to think

That sounds attract

“Agya nsem atukwan”

III

When cats

See, blink and quieten

They fail to think

That fire can flood

“Agya! Yani atan”

IV

A finger of corruption

Points at the law

Face of the law cries foul

Who can be trusted?

A good thing some villages hear none

“Agya nsem wↄ world”

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

THE NEVER DYING PLANTAIN PLANT

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There is a never dying plantain plant

Which is rooted in the centre

Of a coast initially golden

When it is cut down, other shoots emerge

When it is uprooted, new shoots succeed

Funny, how a plantain drains

And never ceases to create holes of mouthings

Holes of horrid deceits

Holes of disappointments

Holes of pauperhood

Wogesadjement plantains!

Know your time to feed is now

And not the future of feeding soil

So coil from being omnivorous centipedes

Who feed on their own bodies!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

KOLIKOLIKOS

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When the cats are mewing
And the dogs are backing
And many birds are chirping
And many snakes are hissing
Trying to get the lion’s attention,
Trust me, all it hears are meats
Yes, meats calling to be chewed

***
Instead of planning a trapping
And getting a catching
So they can get ears to do the listening,
They converge to shout into hunger
Some into sicknesses
Some into trouble
And others into death

***
It irks if foxes and hyenas lead
Because in the stampede
They get many smaller meats
Who decide to dance to their beats
Knowing not the hidden deceit;
Same as the one causing the lion’s deceit
Ahhh! Grandlings of plannings of sweet tannings!

You really are cunningly cunning!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

THE GHANA HEAD SO SAT FROM NKRUMAH

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When Ghana was hit and sat on by snow

Gallant Kwame Nkrumah felt the blow

He watched as the Gold Coast sunk so low

Watched and learned so hard to tow their glow

He succeeded and with genius thoughts held the snow

And eventually succeeded in banishing her with a 1957 blow

And sat on the high seat with such a fine glow

Until many glows washed him like the snow

 

 

II

Then many mouths started to wag

Who is Nkrumah to nag and tag?

Kotoka planned and burnt his flag

Sending General Ankrah  into the high seat in 1966 with swag

Brigadier Afrifa hoarded plans in a bag

Planning to give Afrifa a bowing gag

And succeeded with a 1969 whip calling him a hag

Only for Nii Ollenu to boot him off like a 1970 rag

 

III

So Ollenu became the real 1970 rag so sold,

After Edward  Akuffo Addo gave him the boot in bold

A few months after he acted so bold,

Ei! Akuffo too was heated like cold

When Kutu Acheampong after two years got his hold

And like a an old cloth gave him his last fold

As a Fred Akuffo also did strike ’78 gold

Only for Papa Jerry to grab his coat and render him a 79 bold sold

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IV

So who was the reigning champion?

Papa Jerry or another lion?

Ei! There was Hilla who ‘hallered’ in the Ghanaian Zion

From 79 to 81 and was pushed by a hand stronger than electric iron

Yes, Papa Jerry again stood so tall

Playing the ball for so long

And from 81, he held the reigns till 2001

Praise the boom champion of the Ghanaian Zion!

 

V

Sexy Kufuor  stood so tall

Among the alls of political hall

Running eight years till his star call

For the weak and pious Atta Mills to heed the high call

Why did death give him such a terrible boot?

Oh maybe a Mahama was ordained to pull us through

The dumsos and the corruptive glues

Why then do we still see blue after such a long winding rule?

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

 

PROTHIEFICS (TANKA)

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I have thoughts to say;

Lion as chief of the forest

Concatenates to

Loss of smaller animals

In the forest of Hanah

II

I’ve more thoughts to say;

Leopards and hyenas know it

But are afraid to

Stir the nest of fearful bees

Others think their stomachs precious

III

I still have more thoughts

Coterminously, many

Are in cahoots with

The lion for some crumby share

And you’ll think it so unfair

IV

I dare you to step

In their shoes and know your fate

You will dance to tunes

Like fetish in possession

Now, tongues wag like mine, pretense?

V

We’ll all sit and wait

While the lion eats fat, too bad

We won’t live to see

The extinction of our peers

And the chewing of grass by lions

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

HELPLESS PROSTITUTE

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The road prostitutes

Letting all vehicles through

Why doesn’t she have a voice?

Poor roads,

Even in rain, you accommodate all

In heat, you are accommodative of all

No rest for you?

Like a helpless beauty, you lie

As your beautiful flower is being flawed

By layers and layers of ungrateful tires

The washing bays mess you up

As others litter your gutters

Gutters you inhale from all the time

The sellers sit at your edges

As hawkers make you their walking ground

Animal droppings decorate you

While blood sometimes garnish your dirt

Drivers curse into your eardrums

As some spit on your face

Do you curse your maker?

Don’t you feel even a little sad?

Am I the only one seeing your suffering?

Somehow it saddens me

How you are exactly like Africa

The beautiful Africa with known children

Like Ghana, Nigeria, Angola, Togo,

South Africa, and many good others

Whose heads are ridden through like

Vehicles ride through you

But you are eternally hopeless

I pray the spark of hope in Africa

Shines to light her being

Being like you is an endless suicide

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

WHEN YOUR NIGHT FALLS

Darkness

Peacocks of beauty, have it all

Saints in duty, get it all

When your nights fall

Pride will shine to fan you in darkness

II

Members of earthly heaven; spend it all

The paupers’ tears; drink them all

When your nights fall

Sins of corruption will wake to help you fight termites

III

Fans of meat; have it all

The poor in your net; have them all

When your night falls

Your stomachs will show others that you’re meatless

IV

If you are chewing the baboon’s hand

Please have a good look at yours

For there will come a day

When death will be human as you turn baboon

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

CORRUPTER’S PILLOWS

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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

Negligence

Injustices

Bribery

Lateness

Deaths

Amidst others

In that pile, I wonder they leap sleep

To many mornings

Knowing their punishments await

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WHEN SWEET DREAMS REBEL

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In this deep hot night

All thoughts don’t go right

For no light shone bright

In my dream so I woke with a fright

II

I saw shadows in high height

Threatening to fly like a kite

And scaring me with all their might

So I screamed at the sight

III

It could be the political plight

Which has rendered pockets quiet

And stopped all things right

Causing stomach beings to fight

IV

Wills don’t quite

get the message of motivation right

They conquer fright in a fight

As my body join the shadows and my soul watches the sight

V

All in my soul were tight

The body gave me quite the fright

So I jumped like a kite

Only to fall on my bed in the middle of the night

VI

These travels of the night

Why can’t dreams roam without a bite?

We work real alive only to sometimes sight

Horrors in dreams of the night 

Disappointingly waking in fright

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

A LEGACY HE LEFT

Nelson-Mandela

Madiba made us

See signs of peace walking on

Strong legs in Africa

II

An ex-convict who

Made his good heart a public

Display to shine a healthy ray to break ills

III

Who thinks of the good

Coming from a stinking cell?

One would say revenge but his legacy is worthy to sell

IV

Let all ears in Africa hear!

Let all minds in the world know

That greed is a grazer of healthy peaceful grasses

V

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

SWIFT METHODOLOGY

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In the drizzling rain

I feel the sizzling bane

Of the fizzling cane

II

Chaos sit at the counter

Bragging to sanity counter

And shun peace’s encounter

III

Vultures perch on broken twigs

Smelling blood mixed with long wigs

Looking through for the fleshy bigs

IV

Vampires join the nasty orgy

Assured by their psychology

That none will know their methodology

V

How those with the sanes

Will make vampires their protective mains

And have no eyes to see their fangs

Beats me

Ignorance sucks needed blood indeed

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

NO CHRISTMAS FOR GHANA (CRAZY STANZAS)

GHANA PROTESTS

I

Light is a rare visitor

Money is a haunter

Hunger is the landowner

And pain is the comfy seat

Of Ghana, my Ghana

II

A Cedi today,

Ten Cedis tomorrow

A promise today,

A hiding tomorrow

Demonstration in succession

Courts and orders

There’s no Christmas for Ghana

Not for Ghana, my Ghana

III

Delicious foods

Have fled houses

To play on televisions

To flame hunger

Mouths are talking

But who is listening?

“Yentiee obiaa”

Lumba has sealed it

Who thinks of Christmas?

When the stomach rumbles?

No Christmas for Ghana, not for my Ghana

IV

Poor young souls

Think of nice clothes,

Think of sweet candies,

Think of nice meals,

Poor young ones

Hardly do they know

There’s no Christmas for Ghana

Not for Ghana, my Ghana

hungry

V

No Christmas for Ghana

Inflation of passions!

No Christmas for Ghana

Oh mixed reactions!

No Christmas for Ghana

Pockets with no actions!

No Christmas for Ghana

We’ve reached unfair sanctions!

And the real pure Ghana of the Rurals weep

Too bad, they weep for the Ghana few are keeping

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

POOR POOR LAND

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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

THUMB POWERS

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Their thumb powers are unknown to them

Like our forefathers exchanged gold for salt

They exchange their powers for cheap coins, cloths

Bicycles, motorbikes, cars and promises

Which never come to pass

When will they see their thumbs are worth more than little fees?

Grave sufferings, avoidable sufferings reign their world

Yet they never turn into eye openers

To uproot their problems

Psychological colonization

Misplaced priorities

Repitition of dynamic but same mistakes

Are blinding our sorry selves

Have mercy! Whoever hears!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

AFRICA NEEDS A “SANCTICA”

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Illuminated

She stands in crepuscular

Knowing not her next

 

Would the next be day?

Would it be absolute night?

She stands scared waiting

 

One would be tempted

To think her light would stand out

Blinding grave darkness

 

But no, only she

Sees her light as the others

Grope for their mere path

 

‘A’ is standing tall

‘frica’ is having the fall

And none seems to call

 

Scary weather whips

Scary diseases leads ship

Beyond eye boarders

 

Scary captains ride

Armoured to fight the hot sea

With deserting thoughts

 

What will beauty do?

Africa needs a “sanctica”

A “sanctica” to revive.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

 

 

SHAMEFROMANIACS

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I stand on a branch of sincerity

And watch as they march

To the office of parties:

Over ambitiousness

Corruption

Unfairness

Murder

Tragedies

Shame

Scandals

Hatred

Each in his or her own filth

But when they emerge

I see them draped in beautiful

Party colours

Looking so beautiful and tempting

So hidden none gets to see their true nature

They then become the fascination of the world

 

How can the nation flourish

When the brightness of atrocities

Blind the good?

I’m still watching

Only that I’m watching from the ground

Because the branch of sincerity

Was severed by an unknown hunter

A good thing this mouth still works

Please stop putting beautiful clothes

On these heinous atrocities

Eyes will not see now

But will definitely see in the end

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

UNFAIR JUSTICE

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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

 

STILLNESS IN COLDNESS

Stillness,

In the land that was shaky is stillness

Which floats in the cold, this stillness

Abounds

 

It was trust

It was trust which caused this stillness

Trust for respect on corruption

In this town

 

There was merriment

There was merriment when he won,

No wonder, disappointment sits in stillness

And weighs

 

It is drying

The leaves on respect are drying

Drying to an era of revival or breakage

They swear breakage

 

When our stomach churns like an angry mill,

And our throats cake and crack like ice

Our brains remember, here and here

A little water and food, and we forget

 

We need a store,

A store for aches and pains

A store to influence our choices

In the future

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EBOLA PROTECTION TURNED INTO ONE OF GHANA GOVERNMENT’S MOUTH DIARRHOEA PROMISES

What is happening in Ghana? Even protection from the deadly ebola disease is non- existent. We are not sure of security at the entry points and now it seems measures to protect citizens are seriously being affected by bureaucracy. What is happening? 

At this point I am thinking of my safety and that of my country folks. Why do we always wait until things deteriorate before frantically looking for measures? Now they are looking for land for seclusion. After that, they may need to build if they find the land and the said land has no already made buildings to shelter future ebola patients. At this rate, we might need about a year.

We all know that apart from the recent promise of building the Kumasi market that The President honoured, almost all other promises, if they were to turn in diarrhoea would have killed him long ago. I just hope people up our leadership lather know that ebloa is a human eating disease and not child’s play. What we can do is to try to prevent it from entering our land, because we cannot, there should be effective measures to isolate the infected. 

Then again what am I talking about? How are we going to know those affected if they come through many pathways into the country? Our hospitality as Ghanaians is known worldwide, by the time we realise, some ebola patient feeling a bit sick might have been accommodated in a house of twelve overnight infecting majority of the household, then a spread will begin.

We complain of the bad economy, universities are suspending their reopening indefinitely using ebola as an excuse, that should tell us the level of fear among even the elites. Next will be factories, then all offices will be closed, then what happens? Hunger will kill more people than ebola can?

Procrastination and unnecessary bureaucracy might drag all of us into the mouth of the ever hungry ebola.

LIONS IN WOOLS

I can tell you pride has been sold

For power in my home 

For the first man status, a sheep clothe was worn.

To be the keeper of all,

A known affluence was paraded

 

But a lion could never stay in a sheep clothe forever

It tore free immediately it landed on the stool

As has always been the case

Only to put a tangled net on his past audience

A net which is never loosened until another era rears its head

Then a much more sheepy clothe will be acquired

 

If only you know what we are going through

You’ll pity my home which feels like just a house

If only the god of power was fair

These lions will be struck dead in their  sheep clothes

To free my land.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

  THE GHANAIAN VOTER ID REGISTRATION, SANE OR VAIN?

    

   It is registration of voter ID cards in Ghana and politicians scuffle to make sure everything is in order, whatever that means I do not care. What I want to know is are measures  in place for the National Commission for Civic Education to teach the young ones and those who vote for the price of fifty Ghana cedis the worth of their mandate? All we hear are people who are now eighteen must register, people who have never registered must do so etc. What is the essence of registration if the people do not value their mandate and will form groups to sell it cheaply?

This problem of voting on tribal lines and for monetary gains in Africa makes me ashamed. I always say that one who can buy your vote is likely to buy you with your own money but people do not seem to care. Come to think of it, who will listen when there is corruption everywhere? Let’s play football, and we find Uncle Corruption sitting in the middle, let’s help the poor and needy and you find Uncle Corruption standing taking charge, let’s work on roads and Uncle Corruption tells tales of he being the construction manager, we must rear guinea fowls and Uncle Corruption says I am the biggest of the guinea fowls in Ghana not to talk of Uncle Corruption’s judgement debts. What can we do as a nation if Uncle Corruption pokes his nose in everything we do?

I think it is high time the National Commission for Civic Education takes charge by getting to the people to let them know their rights before the politicians get to them. Even if there is no hope for the current ones, let us start from the young ones. Ghana cannot wear tattered clothes forever. We have too much fabric to keep cutting pieces of clothes others have worn to make clothings which we never complete let alone wear. Let us do our respective bids to see us clothed.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

PUSHERS TURNED PULLERS

“Y’ani abre, y’ani abre kↄↄ

Y’ani abre, y’ani abre kↄↄ”

 

Chant demonstrators who in years past sang

 

“Onoaa n’ἐko oo, Ↄnoaa n’ἐko oo

Onoaa n’ἐko oo, Ↄnoaa n’ἐko oo

Obiara nim sἐ ἐyἐ ↄnoaa n’ἐko oo

Obiara nim sἐ ἐyἐ ↄnoaa n’ἐko oo”

Qwaqwaqwaqwaqwaqwaqwa

I laugh in all types of languages

As I watch many pushers pulling

Their representative from his throne to no avail

 

They sang songs of praises

Fought and bickered

Testified and cried

Of his pious and nice traits of headship

As he spoke softly to mark his gentility

 

Now it is a mess

As pushers turn hunters

Could it be the fault of the pushers

Or the fault of the pushed?

Mockery galore

Red and black clad and speak of unhappiness

On fat, slim, semi-slim bodies as gates close on development

 

Mouths with eyes have gained watchers

As they parade propagandists and the aggrieved

Mouths with ears have gained ears

As they merge voices like oil and water

And accusations face counter accusations

To the fascination of ears

 

What a spectacle!

Uniformed look on wanting to join

A nation turned drama

Wanton thoughts, curse of indifference

I’ll still sit on the fence.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

IF AFRICA IS A SHE

She’s draped in a fertile bosom

With trees which blossom

She has very strong horns

Horns like electrifying thorns

She has a thick black womb

So obviously has a strong comb

She looks green from afar

But is withering on a par

Withering elements being sewn

By those who will her remains mourn

There is no appliqué:

That will be one saviour appliqué

So she lies like a helpless bulldog

Being dug, cut and licked like a dog

Her beautiful features are giving way

Giving way for horrific skin which cannot sway

She is the punching bag of all desperadoes

As her bodyguards always play the rondos

So the greater part of her womb beings are dazzled,

Dazzled by the music in play only to wake like a horse saddled

Some watch, others yap like monsters or fools

While others are busy being shaped into tools

Ha! Who is not tired watching?

Everyone but those staying

A piece of trash

Deserves no rush to crash

 Let me close this mouth

Maybe as it is being bombed into nothing I can head south.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

  (Picture from sahelblog.wordpress.com)

ἐἐYἐ AGYE NSἐM (GHANAFOↄ vrs ABAN)

Agoooooooo

Nsu kↄkↄↄ retↄ ama abibiman asaase rebobↄ

Agoooooooo

Yenim nia yenim nso nim ntumi ngyina Ntim Gyakare aniso gye ↄhyἐ

Agoooooooo

Asantehene fa Sika- Akuma brἐ yἐn

Na fa bi kↄma agya aban.

Agoooooooo

Yede obuo ne nnidie na ἐbἐba.

 

Na adἐn?

Obi bἐ bisa,

ἐne diἐ ἐyἐ bↄne a, yἐnka sἐ ἐyἐ kuro

Y’ahunu SADA, GYEEDA ἐne ne DA DA foↄ

Y’ahunu faanwo ntaban a aban de ama

Y’ahunu ἐboↄ kἐseἐ a ↄde ato adwumayἐfoↄ akatuya chↄↄↄku

Mentumi nka akumatesἐm yi nyinaa

Agua yi yἐ yἐn nyinaa ti

Nsa duduↄ pia obaako kↄ tenaa so sἐ ↄhyἐnkafoↄ 

ἐno nkyerἐ sἐ ↄmpae y’apampa mu.

Afei diἐ yἐn mene amemene

Yἐn ani ayἐ apotweapotwee n’enso, yἐn hu hweee

Y’ako ako ako ako ako ako ako

N’enso enkosi aga

Enἐ diἐ Kontonkoronhwi  a nyansa bru wosu

Fa wo Sika -Skuma no frἐ

Na y’ἐnfa yἐn ntↄkwa yi nsi ha

Diἐ yἐpἐ aaa ne sἐ obἐsi afiri akonwa yi so

Efirisἐ amonsene nyἐ ade a, yἐde sikapuduo tↄ

Wↄ mmere a ἐkↄm brane ἐde abrane

ἐyἐ bokↄↄ na y’ἐpἐ

Yede yἐn adiἐ ahyἐ wo nsa

Afei yἐἐgye a, ennyἐ ntↄkwa.

Abrewatia, m’ano asi.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014