This is the state of fate
Where every second hang foot-wears and paths
For naked and blind feet to step into
Knowing nothing that awaits
Not thorns nor sticks
Nails nor smooth roads
Trees nor shrubs
Rains or sunshine

This is the state of fate
Where every day holds spectacles for unsuspecting eyes
Who like blind folks wear what is to be worn in a higher script
And play parts on stages which arrested their control
Long before their births

This is the state of fate
Where own will was colonized before conception
Beautiful lies!
Handsome deceptions!
Pathetic boldness!
Slaves in a make believe apparel of royalty!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 25, 2019


The same water
Which quenches the flames
Of the body
Comes out like humans from different temples of women
And change their names from water
To sweat
Water to urine
Water to tears
Water to saliva
Let’s spare ourselves of its thick transformations
Bottom line is
We came like water into throats
As to where to pass out
Depends on the fingers of fate
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


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How quick clocks tick

How meek the weak seeks

How grand the brand of the land

It must be fate, it must be fate


How sorry the tears of Worry

How sappy that wealth is happy

How moody the shoddy of the dead pocket

It must be fate, it must be fate


We stage the written

And act the directed

We kill our roles

Even if we must stand on our toes

And so the story will forever go.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014