We are still on the mission to fence the Yumba Special School to keep the students safe. All donations are welcome. I can’t imagine my child lost in some thorny forest, hungry and afraid. Special kids at Yumba knows no boundaries and so we must create a boundary for them to be safe. We have had some donations so far and are still waiting for more to move on.
Donations so far:
Anonymous: 500 cedis
Williams Nana Kyei: 200 cedis
Nana Awere Damoah: 700 cedis
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia: 200 cedis
Anonymous: 500 cedis
Mr. Charles Nornoo: 200
Ayisha Quagraine: 200
And Mr. Gyan- Kwasi Gyan-Apenteng has pledged 200 cedis.
Let’s go, you can donate even one cedi on the mtn mobile number 0249127326 or into the UT account 0041303252019, Tamale branch, account name: Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia and Abdul Muumin. We are waiting to start, join the responsible team. Please if you are abroad and needs to use international means like Paypal, please contact me; Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia on Facebook or Nana Awere Damoah and make sure your donations are published for accountability and transparency sake. Thank you and God bless you.



Some sit like a congregation

Others look like they are on relegation

Some are buried in books like they had illiterate suicide

Fashionistas are comparing

Lookers are watching

Uninspirers are down

Different languages compete for attention

It is a community like the failed of the rich

Garnished by a coconut tree

A learning zone like a sky tour

UCOMS, I have come

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Kola Nut
Kola Nut

Kola-nut lasts longer

Oh! In the mouth of those who value it

Learn, that the elders did form a quote right

And I value my Kola-Nut



Not that it is too sweet

Or that it is too sour

Tasting idsdetermination of pushings to greater heights



Kisses for a brother

On his nerdy cheeks?

Feelings of wishings

In an unimaginable ways? He knows me best in poem weaving



Lasting longer is all I need

Arresting more fears is all I pray

Reading more minds is all I hope

Before his heavenly bells do call

In a fantastic fashion known only by God

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

(Happy birthday to Kofi Larbi, popularly called Kola Nut. He is the main brain behind this blog. He is a great pusher, a rare gem, a great reader, a storm of inspiration and the world is a better place with him in it. I wish for him all he wishes for himself and more and in thanksgiving, I say thanks for being that elder brother.)


Boy is twisted

Ruins his upper

Uncaged but demented

Chess of a mess stripped into a dress

Ending fatherhood borrowing an old womb



Jesus must be in distress

Eating His disgust by looking unto His father

Never hoping to use His cane

Never wishing to have grown his mother

Emancipation damaged him

Really, God knows that flaunted beauty has turned him into a mess in a dress



Fie on all who kill flower pride

So muscles do wish to be transformed?

Aggressively he shows his prowess

And shows how timid women must be packaged

Even for one who springed from a pen and an is

He is living his dream making us uglies

He is now a lovely mess in a dress

Came as a higher, going down as a lower

Some might call it living it all

I call it cheating nature and God

He surely must produce the stick he lost

When the guards of death go by their human register

It is there he will see, his folly in the life he thought free

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015



Mary Amoah
Mary Amoah

So we started with the Autism Awareness Walk on April 25, 2015. By the grace of God, we now have an experienced mother, a well travelled lady in the realms of autism and a very learned and well researched personality; Mrs. Mary Amoah​ to organise a workshop to train the teachers and whoever needs the training to understand and care for children living with autism for free. Below is the agenda:
Venue: Yumba special school Teachers training.
Wednesday 3rd June 2015.
9.00am-9.30am registration,prayer and introductions
9.30am 11.30am
Management strategies to support children with speech and language difficulties in the classroom( autism and other communication disorders )
11.30am- 12.00 Q&A on presentation.
Basic introduction to PECS( picture exchange communication system)visual schedules
Building teaching and learning materials to support teaching in the classroom
2.30pm – 3.00pm
Round up of the day/ way forward/ networking
( if there is time we could touch on the topic of fundraising to support the school

Please join us if you are interested or have the urge to support children with special needs. Meanwhile, the quest to build them a wall for the school to be safe is still on course. Please support by donating into the UT account 0041303252019, account name Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia and Abdul Muumin. The mobile money account 0249127326 can also be used.


It seems like a cloudy morning wearing heat clothes
Headache holds a fiesty cane
Whipping mercilessly
Warning with pain the need for abstainance
From the flowing enticement of Apio
A little sound is cursed echoes of torture
Eyes are like cassava buried in the ground
Being uprooted by a hungry angry man
The heart cries from the pain from all corners
Puffy and generating the mourning shade of red
But the thoughts which caused the body to swim
In the seas of “apio”
Are back with more strength
After being cooked by apio
God of palm
Giver of relief and pain
Please make me sane
Life is making me strain
So no need to flog me a cane
I have learnt
I have learnt and learnt
I have learnt not to cheat
By swimming in the seas of apio
When thoughts turn lionesses
And give me hot chases
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

(Apio is an informal way of saying  alcohol in the Akan language”



Picture by Randy and Shika Nornoo
Picture by Randy and Shika Nornoo

I am the metal in the bell
I am the cause of the ding
Without me,
There won’t be a hearing of the dong
I am the ding and the dong
The don of the bell
Never think of having me sold

I am the sound of the voice
I am the caller of the tunes
Me, I am the noise of choice
Without me,
There can be no call or act
I am the voice of all
I am the hey and the hi

I am the colours in the sky
I am the blues and the white
I am the travelling and stuck
Without me
Skies’ face cannot be read or seen
I am the complexion of the sky
I am the mirror which suits all warriors
I am the dim and the bright
The cold and the warm
The bosser of the bosses

Stand aside
Stagnant air
You are you, one murdered and rooted
None can stop a whirlwind
Not to talk of a tsunami
I am like the force that drives tsunamis
Part from my route or perish in extinction
I am me
Not an “I Am That I Am”
But the I am whiles I’m here
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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Machete in a stick

On heart without a heart

Machete in command

Like a crazed soldier with a loaded gun

Machete in the dark

Wielded by a faceless shortish imp

I have cursed thee a million times

Cursed thee and thy descendants

Cursed thee until thy death

So be not proud of your stolen possessions



After your scare

I have thought through many ways I could’ve thwarted

Thought through many ways I could have harmed thee

Thought through many ways I could have cursed thee to thy face

But I guess leaving thee to succeed was the wisest decision I ever made

Itching fingers in dangerous games

Brave thoughts which has fire as game

You will meet your volcanoes

Which will erupt and burn you and your descendants

You will forget this 18th day of May

As you add up your escapades

But long after 2015’s skeleton has powdered

You shall receive thy punishment in torrents which will make thee wonder

Torrents which will make thee scream

Torrents which will make thee surrender

Torrents which will make thee wish for death

But alas, it will be too late

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015


We are like hens

Hens are the pens

Which write lives

Hens pave way for cock men

To help write lives

So I tell mothers:

You are the lands

Which keep the well

You are the hands which feed all mouths

You are heavenly gateways

For blessings untold

You are the pores of heavens

Which help the earth with rain

The earth blesses you

And the Almighty who sees will bless you more


Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Randy's fufu on
Randy’s fufu on

Gobbling fufu

Rooted in kontomire’s blood

With snails laid in state

Are Shika and Randy


There are ghosts of fishes

Swimming in their dishes

And mouths in wishes

Wanting gobbles of the dishes

But caring less are the two musketeers

Shika and Randy

Shika's fufu on
Shika’s fufu on


Oh! Kumasi Adum!

The labour and labour


The hunger killer

Will never forget this

The travel of fufu

To the stomach of those two

From the painful belly of the two asankas

Randy and Shika on
Randy and Shika on

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

Inspired by  Shika and Randy’s fufu at Labour



Hunter, zita is a bird

A bird whose family needs a shooting

Because they always shout in calling

When even breezes step quiet in falling


Hunter, I know it is good

Good to make your presence known

But not when you have no poison

And your enemies have catapults and guns


Hunter, zita is a sitting-at-one-place noise maker

I don’t know who told it

That its species have beautiful voices

But sure, zitas choir can kill ears


Hunter, take your gun

And clean your ears

Let your ears act as your eyes

And take you to zita


I am sure you are famished

You need a cooked noisy bird which is garnished

So your children can be called nourished

Since zita is calling, please grant her wish

And let your gun give her a royal bow

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


I need me an animal
An animal who lives longest
To study its habits
To know its foods
To adopt its relationships
To see if I can live like it

I would give it freedom
Freedom to express itself
And make it know it is my teacher
I will see through its eyes
Eat whatever it eats
No matter how disgusting
And wash its feet

Am I not human?
Is greed not part of my trait?
Why wouldn’t I be an Oliver Twist?
Why can’t I act like Oliver Twist
To study for more years?

Even trees do make noise
When they are falling
Chickens do flap wings
Even after their beheading
If the sun throws tantrums
By taking its light to sleep
Then I need me that animal
That animal that lives the longest
To teach me how to swerve death
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



With stolen thoughts
I sleep with these two tiny legs
Like a nice gift cramped into a package
With giant sinful thoughts

I lay here
Naked in the eyes of Satan
Satan who is a charlatan
And never forgives

He promises to give me a lonely thrashing
With cool hot cold heat
I feel satanic angels’ cane beat
I am on heat
But I feel a beat
I am on seat
But still on my feet

It really is going to be long
This night
The discourse between thinking and thoughts will be for long
If only I could fetch happenings
From the future
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015




There is no anarchy

A little descending

And there needs a working standing

Englishs’ steps

Feeling no reps

Britain’s trust

Being so just

Might have to rust

For there is none just

With political thrust

In this greedy cave called world

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


King of the golden stool

The sitter on the red stool

Guarded by porcupines who wise up fools

Otumfoↄ ↄtekↄkↄↄ soↄ

ↄmama a ↄma ma akuma tↄ

ↄwoo woↄ wo wo a

Wawo wo anya nyam

Enti mɛka no wↄ kpↄtↄ kasa mu

Beings are blessed by your birth

Asantemma are blessed by your bests

A man is a man

But there are man and man

You are the man

Where men are men

Fotomfroms have already sang your praises

No appellation is a visitor at your station

Rule forever

Odi sika atumprada

Sɛ Onyame nhyira yɛ nsu a

ɛnɛ da yi, Onyame nhyira ntↄ ngu wo so

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


President Rawlings
President Rawlings

If i were Former President Rawlings

i would be a cat

While many dogs bark

i would package boom

After i, its disadvantages, zoom

Because i would know it can cause doom


If i were Former President Rawlings

i would be the diamond in the midst of gravels

Charming the media like a fairy godmother

Blessing them with my smile into forgetfulness

When ridiculous questions walk 

Through their mouths and gape at me


If i were Former President Rawlings

I would keep my face

Clear for the cameras

And punish traitors in four walls

Sealed at the top

With shut doors without windows

Always looking fashionable in Ghana wears


If i were Former President Rawlings

i would be the Romeo

Who would never go without my Juliet

My supportive wife would be my strength

i would make her know our ambition ended

With the lowering  of my presidency stool

Because I will know fully well

Her ambition will be ridiculed


If i were Former President Rawlings

i would still be charming

Like Disney grounds for kids

And mime some Snoop Doggy songs

Adorably saying i understand not

Drawing in my grand kids


If i were Former President Rawlings

I would be the voice of God

And generalize fake preachers

And maybe give clues but never mention names

Because i would know all Ghanaians are my children

And would advice those who allow

Themselves to be spammed

To make the fraudsters jobless


If I were Former President Rawlings

i would be like a priest in confession

My household will be opened to all

Umbrellas, elephants, chickens and all

Giving my support to all in love

Never betraying any


Fishes would love to fly and sing like birds

Birds who can only fly would like to swim like fishes

But as pelicans and they will say all is nothing 

Too bad

That i am not former president Rawlings

Now bells of stardom, pause

Pause and help my voice travel through the quietude

To his jurisdiction

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



All ablutions apt

Proud pious people praying

Bow before Allah


Aboabo is chaste

Showing good of Ramadan

Abuse? Forgiven!


I remember a

Day after Ramadan left

Its footsteps were heard


Abudu just said 

“Shegia!” and his mouth was snatched

By sharp machetes


Amina just puffed

And her body was found in

Bosom of gutter


Why can’t you stay here?

Why can’t you stay here forever?

Ramadan please stay!


Stay to roast chaos

In the box of heartlessness

For peace to sit on its throne

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



I thought the world said

“Female” is a fee for the male

So what is this?

In a tie where the fees for the males

Charm in accoutrements

And amassing attention

Men are taunted to pension

To a point of trying to metamorphose

Into a fee for a male


The K’s have succeeded

Pushing their way womb’s company

Into losing all balls

What is with the shapes and curves?

The lips and hair?

The gaits of snakes?

Pubics on screens?

Now fee flaunters

Flaunt to taunt demi-gods to hunt

To be fees

I guess this is the power of fee-male


Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


When they turn goats

They don’t see their own productions

When they turn goats

They hit all notes, no matter how high



When they turn goats

They sniff like no other

And pounce before looking

At the strong or defeated target



When they turn goats

They  swim in tricks

Noticing they are pricks

Gunning all chicks, dodging thrown bricks


When they turn goats

They have no brakes

So crash or maim:

Men with queer sticks

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015


Dead goat


Ayie ase anibre


Marks of red

Why are we in a red May Day?

Grumbling workers!

Feeding on their skins

Swimming in debts

Roasting in hunger

And fuming in anger!

“Aniwa aniwa abiri biri asoso gya”


It is a red May Day

Hearts with hurts’ field day

Hands with canes

Chasing an active dead goat

Whose ghost does hunt

Haunting with vigorous changes

With fingers of magnetism

Attracting coffers of the nation


Will we see

Naked buttocks of angry beauties

Dragging through mud

In patriotic duties?


Will we see

Angry hot mobs

With killy weapons

And brave hearts

Evading the Flagstaff house

To finally burn their dead goat?


Will we see

Sane thought beings

Planning a good poll coup

To oust the dead goat

And bring a strong work being?


I don’t know

We wait to see

It is a Red May Day

We hope for a White Victorious End

Where we will sing our say

As bones of tiredness

Sleep in rest

On mattresses of satisfaction

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Take a seat

And feel the beat

I will make you neat

Relax and give me your feet

You walker who feel defeat


I will massage them

Following through to your leg stem

For they are gems

Which must be clear of germs

They have worked hard


Give me your hands

As you feel the rest of the lands

I am on the stands

With sweet voices of the bands

So there should be no tired hands


I will caress them

Moving up to the hand stem

Remove the callouses

And kiss the smoother to remove jealousies

And rest them on heaven ships


Throw them all out





And be in my seat

For rejuvenation

For you are a nation

Of great adoration


I will beseech them

Cast them away and harm them

Like they harmed you

No need to feel them

You are way on your throne to see them

So rest them

Those parts which have suffered to feed them

ON this day of rest

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Fightalone1 is the 1000th follower on, I want to say thank you to all beautiful and handsome followers of

You are the light

I am the follower

You are the shine

I am the looker

You are the pusher

I am the pushed

In all good directions

You push the missions

God richly bless you all

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Heads rightly occupied

Are like heaven with God

Who sends angels to protect


Hands rightly occupied

Are like golden hens

Who lay golden eggs


Mouths rightly occupied

Are like widely listened to radios

Which gains high dues


Legs rightly occupied

Are like expensive vehicles

Which drive beings to divine places


All parts rightly occupied

Are like blessings

Needing commendations


I say to

All rightly occupied


Mo ne nwumapa oooo”

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


I know

I know our eyes are other worlds

Worlds which keep other beings

Beings who are forced to sleep

When we shut them

And die when we fade in our mud



I know

I know our skins are other worlds

Worlds which hoard many a soul

Like a planet filled with pore beings

Who are forced to leave

When we get lost in our mud houses



I know

I know our stomachs are other planets

Planets which hide beings who party

Party on our daily buzzy feeds

And rot with us when we get lost

In these mud houses of ours



A house in a house

A home in a home

A planet in a planet

There is none free

None unimportant

It will be amazing if we know that

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


I need to say thank you to cherished followers of for voting for me during the Blogcamp Ghana Awards. I must say to have a vote takes trust and dedication and although I didn’t win, I give thanks to those who spared their times in voting. Thank you and God richly bless you.

Dedication in adoration

I am at the right station


Honour and mission

I have a vision

To make you happy

So glad for you hands

Glad for your follow

Glad for your help

In forging forward


Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Picture by Jeremy Worst
Picture by Jeremy Worst

Take them off

Take them all off and leave me naked

So naked as the day I was born

And make sure all my troubles are gone


Take them all off, all off!
The clothes of labelling

The clothes of gender

Take off the clothes of need

And help me feed


I say take them off!
Take off the clothes of pain,

The clothes loneliness

Take off the clothes of ill health

And leave me stark naked in good health


Oooh take them off!
Take off the clothes of hatred

The clothes of tiredness

The clothes of thoughts

And peel the pants of prostitution

Take off the clothes!

Undress me!

Leave me as pure as the day I was born

Without thought horns

Without fear of thorns

Take me out of this jungle

Yes, out of this jungle of flowering tornadoes

Back through the womb rivers

Into the hole of the snake who spit me out

Until I reach the heaven of waist sack

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



She chews her “kuikuli”

And saves her  “kudikudi”

“Akrakro” is for the ewe

“Nkatebowie” for the Akan

“Nkatecake” for whoever

So she chews her “kulikuli”

Thinking to add her “koose”

Caring not for alien snacks

And shaming all who think  her shamed

“Kulikuli” suits her tongue

And she gives what her tongues want

And hates the pretence others are possessed with

Her shea is her skin’s shield

And she models it to perfection

 Ghana-loving-Africa stamping

It is what it is

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


FIR 11307

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

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

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



I see you

I feel you needing the shine now

I have to tell you how I, abject horrors, did bow

in my quest to be here after hurting and bruising

pulling on the ropes of hard work



I have to tell you how hunger

 dragged me through shameful mud

as pain of many innocents in tears

whipped my eardrums



I have to tell you

how many used and cheated me

Seeing as no soldier lived

or wanted to be at post around me



My tears fetched no sympathy

from the streams of protectors

neither did it fetch help

from pockets tearing with wealth



I have battled sicknesses

on sibling deathfields,

Have battled chronics

on fields on motherly scare deaths

while fanning the broken heart of my earthly vehicle

as her companion chased skirts of her besties

And oh, I have had many see my naked soul

 being raped by suffering and deceit



I have recorded horror names from

mouths of loathers who saw me as their grounds

and have felt the painful stomping of their feet

as I heard their satisfactory laughter

walking the streets of familiar faces



I have suffered disappointments

from bosoms which swore shelter in rain

and have heard carers chime the “I told you so” bell

even in the storms of pain and heart tsunamis



I have hungered

I have thirst

I have cried tears of blood

I have walked

I have run

I have thought of neck tasting soul taking ropes

I have screamed but none did hear

I have begged for life which hopped

now I shine still amidst the clouds

she wants my model who embraces it all

none shines from dirt without stress

left to me, modelling you will be best

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015


High heels

High bills

Hot chest foods

Like succulent mangoes

Stop joking

If you’re hot, you know it

No mouth must draw your attention

Jeremy Worst
Jeremy Worst


When legs are crossed

And chest swing in call

While eyes look far,

The brave knows his call

If you are brave, you know it

You don’t need a shouting heart

To prompt your vim


If you are game

You know who is same

Don’t be lame

Prepare to be tamed

Or work for the fame

It is time

The clock chimes

Action begs for hot rhyming

Come and work to say you came

If you play, you know it

You don’t need the played to conceal defeat

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


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As mouths chirp
Of its stinking gutters
And eyes roll
Appalled by its horror ‘borlas’
The hearts of the slum
Beat ‘kum, kum kum kum’

Like the beings unrespected
The gangs so suspected
Its ills stand uncorrected
But more happiness is erected
As its hearts beat ‘kum, kum kum kum kum’

In its bosom
Lie hearts of gold unrefined
In its bosom
Lie thoughts dreaming of mansions
In its bosom
Lie needs which call for cruelty
In its bosom lie lies attracted by little intakes

There are tears
There are fears
There are hymens bruised and stolen
There are drugs
There are tags
There are guns to scare and take
But still its heart beat ‘kum, kum kum kum kum’

So search for its hearts
Feel its pulse
Take its temperature
And know how they do beat
“kum kum kum kum”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



In this rounded ball

Is a caging wall

But in this rounded wall

Are arms which call

Arms which call in solidarity

Arms which call for rest

Arms which call for helping

Arms which call to nest

Arms which call like the Creator’s

Arms which call for peace

Let ears be peaceful

To heed to the great arms which call

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Powerful, attentive

Teaching, intriguing, learning

Travel, mystical, ignorance, cheats

Enlightening, engaging, characterising

Bliss, foolish


Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

(Today is World Book Day, please take a book and embark on that travel.)


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


Chief rhyme with thief

How the former gets kowtowed

Like a god with goodies for the submissive

And the latter risks harsh death

Like rival goats which are destructive

Beats me, beats me



Bow rhymes with bow

How one serves as a weapon

To take lives and used for hunt

And the other gives respect

Swelling heads and stroking egos

Beats me, beats me



Earth rhymes with death

How the former is mortal

Like a mountain huge and strong

And the latter ridicules mortality

Like a fly seeing a wound

Beats me, beats me



Words are nothing but ridiculous sounds

Twisting minds and creating bounds

Bounds which clash and confuse in rounds

Rhyme the dime but climb the time

Peek and see words as the boo

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015



His exhaust’s noise
Can be heard like that of a blasted car
Akwasi is a bloated cow
When slumber touches him
With its unconscious stick

Her adjust is like a free air traveller
It screams
“ta ta ta ta poo pooo”
When slumber touches Afia
With its dream stick

The little one lies in their midst
Knowing not where she is
Could it be a granary?
“tutu ta poo, tutu ta poo”
Little Akosua is like a lost lamb
Amidst the exhaust and adjust
Kai! “Agyawaadwo!”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



A name from the stone quarry

To boards of elites

A name from the gutters

To mouths of the refined

A name stepped on

Into the heads of learners

Lord of Host

Knows the forces

Which drive hearts of forcers

I am like a humbled soul

Before you who bore all the aggression

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



My blood boils like water on fire!
Who steals from a sacred temple
That once gave him sleeping space?
Must be an it!

Who acts evil
Grazing holes that hid him from his enemies
When they chased his formation?
It must be an it

Who embarrasses a goddess
Whose tears turn into rains of curses?
It must definitely be an it!

Who shows a gate that looks
Like one he came from in his vulnerableness?
Must be an IT!

Rain of curses
Come down in forces
I join your horses
To chase these causes
Keep them in loses
As pain be their bosses
Taunt their pulses
And make them end in their worst!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c)2015

This poem is dedicated to all who have seffered rape and have had their nakedness shared in public to tarnish their images. I say this, any man born of a woman who will be that callous to disrespect a woman is cursed and will forever be cursed. My prayers are with all who have suffered. I feel your tears. I feel your pain, I share in your embarrassment. So whenever you walk, be proud and know you did nothing, feel no shame because you are not to blame. The Lord God knows those who did so wrong. And those sharing those pictures, please, in the name of whatever you hold dear, stop sharing the pictures from the Takoradi gang rape saga. Have and show some decency!


Gone are the days
When Ghanaian children feared ‘kakai’
Now only villagers, coastal children and children with naturalistic parents get to bath in natural waters
What was a swimming pool then?
An anachronistic thought

Now, ‘mpotompoto’ and ‘coco’
Are for the villagers and children with grand mothers
Ei! With the lac lac lac in milk and sugar
Abound on the market
Who wants to be primitive?
I shake my head

Even watching the stars at night
Counting them in childlikeness
Running in hide and seek
All are swiped by ‘Kojo-Televisin’
And its game friends

When teenagers took runs
As they went to the streams
Fetching and helping each other to carry their pots
Oh, that too is gone with the emergence of ‘Ama-pipe’

‘Jaco’ and ‘antowankyire e!
Obi nfere Nanasei mma me
Na me si obiba Abena, na me si obiba Abena
Na me si obiba Aaabena
Na me si obiba Aaabena…’
Oh! All those times are lost for modernity

Africa lived then
Ghana lived then
Nature’s departure is true happiness’ rapture
Well, a new form of happiness has captured
What can I say?
Life goes on
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c)2015


“Chicks follow hens” he says

So nothing will cost him in pays

The “neck-bottle” is willing

That’s why it has rope tied to its neck

Pull, while you have it, pull

When the two balls

Were begging to swerve blue balls

As vein-mouths opened crying burning passions

You forgot of the chicks being transferred into the hen

How can it be?

How can it be that you give something for keeps

And you turn to make the keeper the owner?

I mean who does that?

If the god of fertility has power

It must possess your waist

And make it a waste

So you will learn that 

When we buy kenkey

We do take pepper

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Under umbrellaic underlings
Wonders of winning winces
Spell satanic sellables
In infinite impropriety

How hurt heavens
Watch what works
Baffles better beings.
No nudity nurturings

Emancipation era
Speaks not of serpentious sicklings
Giving guts to gullibles
To turn into torturers

Lies of eyes which dies
Sighs of byes in highs
Strange serenades
Silly, stark madness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


In all that is fair
No vein in male brain is fair

In all that is fair
Quick wakes at sight always need a share

In all that is fair
Their great thoughts can never temptations bare

In all that is fair
They are wires connected by desires so rare

In all that is fair
Even attraction in death’s mouth never prick their care
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


Pregnant gutters
Labour in downpours
Caging and taking lives
In barbarism
And the living cries foul?

Who makes sweet love
By pushing bottles, polythenes and tins
Into its wombs?
They too have ends

Wait! What’s with the buildings
Usurping water heads
By the aid of hands so feeble and at risk?
Humans are death baits!
Then why do we cry?

If hands will be the workers
Clearing the wombs of the gutters
These flood shivers will vanish
As lives get rain to replenish
Take a cue and let me take a cue
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


After all the noise,
2015’s music runnings has sped off
Winners are like things on cloud
Well, unwinners see clearly now
With shoutings meant to scatter ears
And hips fuelling the condition of the shouting

Bringing it to normalcy
God’s chosen, was awarded by Ghana’s chosen
With a Kantanka, mereba o speedo
The highly anticipated
Oh, life showed eyes that even the standing straight

Can be bulldozed by a limper
The one from stone
Showed he was stone
By stoning the best of the best
With a catapult of talent
What’s with the red carpet horrors and goodies?
Yes, they make it fun
But must some Patranking
Capture the light of all in Africa
When many ears have not been blessed by melodies he spews
“Aaaaaba! Abena me kasa dodo”
I thank God that women soared
Mz Vee and Wiyaala soared
With all fun, waiting for a day, a feminine ship will be a stone
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



As aiding scratchers turn claws
And pride’s stunted growth cures
Hands for the domestic are rebelling
The joke now turns the jokers into jokes
Ei! Time is driving them in
In, into the kitchen!

Now strength does no work
Beauty reigns as it breaks strength into pieces
Fire turned ice!
They are being driven into the barn
In, into the kitchen their created!

Fishers nets taken by eaters
What rights would you use to boast like fishers?
You have no nets
You watch as the eaters work
What will you do?
You will have to go in
In, into the kitchen!

Beautiful clothings
Long eyelashes
Claws of tigresses
Talking buttocks
If beautifully painted  mouth shouts IN!
What will you do?
In you’ll go
Into the kitchen!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015



Flowing streams don’t stink

Caged water does

I will forever flow

Never being stagnant

I know a bridge

Which hoarded water

And like the African proverb

Which features the toad

Vomited until dehydration

No, I won’t be that toad

So off I go flowing

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


I’ve seen those with fees

Wanting to dance naked in my sees

But end up peeing in me

And what of the many babies who think me a womb?


I’ve seen human rear-holes

Of mafia Gas trumpeting in tows

Fearing no eyes, putting eyesores in my mouth

Slapping me with angry tissues


I have witnessed brawls

Brawls of marijuana owls

Always ending up higher than highest

So punch and I punch fiercer


I have been whipped with cans

Look into me, I have all the bans

And oh spits and body odours

Always grace my dinners


Listen to my name and shiver

When you shout, mine will make you quiver

I have more power than a weak river

I’ve seen expired floaters than you can think



I am Kokrobitey

I am like the gangster amongst swimmings

The toughest of all sea dealings



I am Kokrobitey

Love me or hate me,

Once you dip, you can’t judge me until you smell yourself

Once I still keep neat, give some respect

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015