It seems like only yesterdayWhen my legs stood on heels to parade me aroundNow I look like a thing to decayAn empty tin which weakness has found IIIn my mind, I’ve gone all roundAs my legs use their heels to have their sayBut the reality still stands that mortality now has me boundFor a future […]
(As part of the World Cancer Day, I wrote this piece to commemorate it) Cancer! That canker! The worm that eats the flesh of beings II Cancer! That canker! Can even snake the birth hole of women III Cancer! That canker! Knows no old and knows no young IV Cancer! That canker! The sly can […]
When busy legs lie Being neglected by hearts which sigh Watching others move As minds think of all its loss Doom blankets future wishes II Will I ever rise? Will I ever leave like them? Will I ever laugh? Will I ever get my wish? Dilemic songs sing themselves III If God watches now Let […]
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 […]
I Sicknesses walk And authoritatively talk On palanquins of dirt Malnutrition Stress Carelessness Gluttony Poverty  Loss Heartbreak Loneliness II 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
I 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 II I can breastfeed Produce oil, Work on hair like magic […]
I The poor cries wolf And sees no wealth in health The rich sleeps not And hopes for peace like the poor II Two eyes Walking legs Working hands Ungrateful mouth III Every blessing deserves a praise Who helps an ingrate Who sees not the little things And nags as the wounded dog with flies […]
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. […]
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 […]
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