THEY WITHOUT PREJUDICES

Like stainless skies
Every being is born without a blemish
We fall from birth into ignorance
…with abundance of opinions
Some trashy
…others great
Days help us sift the good
…through knowledge seeking
Until we reach near perfection
And are able to note that labels
…are for uncouth and lazy learners

II
We grow
…through our mistakes
We rise
…through our fall
We change
…through the taste of our bad practices
We are like roasted corn
…on a mesh on fire
Gradually turning edible for all mouths
Consider the mesh as our chances
And the fire as our will

III
Judgement of the sins we’ve discarded
…falls below the humane belt
For fallibility is a human trait
Only the unchanging deserves the chains of judgement
…in unpopular arrest
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 23, 2019

UNDER A MESS

The elders did say
Those who host our hands in their mouths
Need no hit on their pates
In fact, I posit that
Care routes must be taken
To even tickle as a giggle can mean a bite
It is a mess that dresses in a curse even for the blessed

II
To hit a head, a hand must work
To hold anything, a hand must work
How can a head think of rebellion
When a hand is in the prison of a mouth?

III
So the strong ends up stooging
The weak ends as rags
The righteous ends up disabled
When the mouth which imprisons a hand
Is a beast who cheats at the least chance
Such a sad state for any soul in bait
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 9, 2019

SHUT ME DOWN FOR A MINUTE

I have been on for so long
…ki ki kikim
…gi di gigim
My oil has run out due to friction
My strength has zapped due to exhaustion
With critics piling their meanings
…on my doings
I am back at zero in productivity
So help shut me down
…like a computer
…only for a moment

II
Rest is a healing for the bruises of the heart
Rebooting is a thrilling for the needs of the mind
Clicking is a filling of the feelings of our soul
…worn by their spirits
So help shut me down
…like a computer
…only for a moment

III
For I am drowning in tiredness
I feel empty of will
I am spent in love
…looking at the over familiar face of life
I am weary with work
…my boldness arrested by the coldness of hate
So help shut me down
…like a computer
…only for a moment

IV
Shut me down
…please shut me down
Only for a moment
So I can rewake in a remade
…of brightness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 4, 2019

FEAR CONVERTS

Days when fear marched many –
…like cattle
…into the fences of many Yahwehs
…are over

II
Days when hell’s description
…forced hearts into cuffs of religion
…just as innocent people are forcefully imprisoned
…are so so over

III
So tell me about hell
And I will show you a shell of thick skin
Which fears no fire and needs no requirement
…to pass to death’s domain
Tell me about revelations
…and I will refer you back to my forefathers
Who lived peacefully without a Christ
If you are able to bring them back
…with their burns and sufferings
…and their marks and regrets
Then I might sit at the crossroads of thought
…at your words

IV
In this realm where one God is divided into millions in equal command
…all working with different beliefs
Why must each try a boasting of the best?

V
Love your God through your angels
And let others love their God through their gods
Only in the bosom of death
…will we get the answer to the right and the wrong paths
…to God Almighty
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 1, 2019

LITTLE BIRD

Little bird
…you’re no duck
…you’re no eagle
You’re a nameless little bird
…blessed with wings
So fly easy
…fly slowly
…fly rightly
So you don’t get swallowed by the sky
Your swiftness in flying high
…might cover your steps
…making none see you
…making many forget you
…in your high loss
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 31, 2019

YOU LOOK LIKE MY HOME

You there –
…looking so darkingly fair
Can’t you see my interest
…caught in the rays of your awesome shine?

II
You there –
…making me fidget like a bad queer
…looking like a treasure in a dream land
Can’t you see me searching your eyes
…amidst the many star bugged ones looking?
How are you doing this?
You sure look like my home

II
I can see the lawn of tenderness
…on your awesome frame
I can see the light of care
…in your gait
I feel the bricks of responsibility
…in your build
I can hear the sound of love
…coming from your home theatre
And I see a big heart through the bulbs
…in your bathrooms
Promising empathy for mistakes unborn
Pointing at flushing them into forgiveness
And measuring you with my perfection tape
The level of temperamental shakes
…is up to my loving level
So why are you standing
…staring around
…and frightening my dreams?

III
Look here and throw me the keys
Please look here and throw me the keys to you
All those keys to open every part of you
I’ve already extended mine for your fetch
Jump on the time
…and pull me along
In living us to the glory of our time

IV
Did the taillights just pass me by?
Sad
…that simplicity has been gobbled down by sophistication
I have to train to refrain from this main machine
…acting bane and running insane at your sight
I lose again in the world of beauty
Wandering on in hope of another spark
…like yours
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 22, 2019

FEAR STAINED

Our yearning calls for explorations pelagic
As fear hangs surrealism on a wagic
…stick while we hope for magic
…fearing we’ll turn tragic
So we pray for magic to fix the tragic and dispose of the wagic
When the inevitable swoops like a hawk
Always asking why we can’t freeze
…the now into a static

II
The feelings we’ve so easily gained
…are fear stained
The wings we’ve so blessedly grown
…face fears of being destructively blown
We’re like kites flying a star-like sky
…eyes watching out for our lie
…through a bye
…as we fly
Why is the hope of a never ending die
…cast on a maybe?

III
The world gets darker with every day
Foods eaten in one life bowl now turning a sharing
…a little taste in this
…a little taste in that
Still, a tasting never ceases
…until we lose our taste
…reaching threats of frets-
…then regrets

IV
Let’s not lose it
…our present pure possibilities
…to the fury of a flawed future through today’s fears
For everything life
…everything in life
…everything around life
…everything beneath life
…everything above life
Is fear stained
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 13, 2019

ACCUSATIONS

Check the neck you peck to wreck
…with your beaky specks
…you sheck looking like a steck
…needing a wash in a beck

II
Throw the stone
…if the mistake bone
…is not a clone
…inherited by every gene
…from the first homo sapien

III
Abuse the accused with the excuse of fallible confusion
But know fallibility is a huge tree
…shedding leaves to fertilize the soul of every being

IIIb
There are those caged in lies
…with rage unstaged
Judged by crooked sages
So break no bones of will
…with the whip of your tongue

IV
We trip to be experience equipped
…we’re stripped to notably dipped in remorse
…or thrive on in shameful stubbornness
So why not throw second chance cards
…in multiplicity
…to help save the drowning
…whose mistakes are visible
…compared to yours under your skirts
…and trousers?
This life swirls round and round and round
…with trying times
…which can bring out the worst
…when we’re put to the test
So let care drive your judgement
…on others’ mistake routes
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 13, 2019

LET’S TURN SAVAGES

We have been on this battlefield
…for too long
Enduring torture through fears
…and hurts and pain
…tasting shameful bites of sand
Today let’s turn savages

II
Stone down your doubts
…as David stoned down Goliath
…and walk into the gate of confidence
…for a fresh bath of your spirit
…and a fill of can-do
In all your endeavors

III
Get your knife
…and stab your debts
…twisting it to totally destroy its internal
…until it breathes its last
And becomes fertilizer for your growth

IV
Get your pistol
…and gun down your past
…which has arrested your future
…through cuffs of present opinions
And walk straight to the station of relief
…to clear yourself of all guilt

V
Get your bomb of strength
…and blast off the chains of your enslavement
…walking into the street of freedom
…with hopeful feet
…and a determined spirit
…to start the growth of yourself

VI
Kill all your enemies of progress
It is only this savagery
That will water progress
…and fertilize your image
…to grow in happiness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 11, 2019

AUTOMATIC SCANNERS

They move
They move like automatic scanners
…to register the front
…and especially the back
No matter the hard hitting bricks
…that prick their dicks
…to prompt a trick
They can’t help it
Such is their wiring

II
Let the goddess of beauty be in arms
…a demonic spirit
…dressed in dying plantain leaves
…in passing
…will get the quick scan
…blanking seconds into minutes off their time

III
Let the queen of love be on laps
A shaking behind will get the look
Even if there are known awaited slaps
There is no fear in the look book
Such is the wiring of predators

IV
Perhaps, Odomankomah might have made them
…automatic documentors of our kind
Checking the front and measuring the behind
Mostly thinking so loud about their lustful grind
…and sometimes doubting the artistry
…of the Most High

V
So look when muscles ring in walks
Enjoy when chiseled-sticks bell their fronts
Take pictures of the best of them
…to build your fantasies
…instead of fighting a lost battle
For those eyes are trained helpless
…to check out all curves and mounds
…shapes and sizes
Whenever and wherever they see warm
…and pliable beings
Yes, such is the wiring
…of eyes of men
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 10, 2019

TRAUMA

Trauma is like stroke
It strikes at once
…but heals
…if it will
…like a star famished conceited bride walking down the aisle
Hanging breaths with the rope of anxiety

II
A brush of hardwork
A clash of fear
A rush of impatience
A flush of hope
A gush of anticipation
A hush of pessimism
A push of will
…are all options served
…with multiplicity of choices
When trauma is on the seat of a body

III
For it sits not only on the body
…but footmats the spirit
…and spits on the soul
Writing on their visible boards
…fright of the unknown

IV
An overcomer climbs to gain its worship
…and is awarded with a badge of strength
An overcome turns sheep
…hanged and dragged to the abattoir of failure
…beheaded by a knife of shame
…as pity watches with happy enemies

V
Varied traumatic hits
…with its varied wins
…create a fearsome spirit
…and a soul worthy of reverence
So know the foe
…called trauma
…and fight it squarely
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 8, 2019

IF YOU WANT ME

There are many shiny glasses
…showing me in cool classes
Acting editors of my reality
Ably aided by clothes of my smiles
But be not fooled

II
I am a garden
…a garden with varying tenders
…who left dents
…which their followers rent to further dent
…and soon register their can’ts
…leaving close watchers with swearing shan’ts

IIIa
My seed of trust has been brutally butchered
…like the meat of a ruthless butcher
…working in a tight deadline
…killing its germination prowess

IIIb
The new shoot of my care
…was chewed by an ungrateful goat
…which strayed in
…when my fence of defence was broken down
…by a mischievous bull

IIIc
The maize of tenderness
…which grew to a level
…has been pushed down by mean winds
…its roots almost destroyed
…by a murderous rain
Leaving it gasping for breath

IIId
The tree of my love
…has not fruited
…since vultures developed taste for them
…and feasted till all leaves and flowers
…were completely chewed
When they wanted to upgrade
…from scavenging
Should I mention the many farmers
…who cut deep its vital branches
…in the name of parcelled greed called pruning?
Funny, they complained of me not providing shade
…afterwards

IV
So unless you’re a skilled farmer
…do not attempt my venture
For bees of bitterness have built their homes
…at all the comfort zones
…barely providing honey
…and feeding on even legs
…who just pass by

IVb
You’ll have to be a rainmaker
…a sun moderator
…and an air host
To be able to recover anything
…from my farm
The only side to my attraction
…is the fertile land
…covered by all the destruction of thorns
…with the hovering beastly bees
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 6, 2019

THROUGH THE GATES OF HELL

I’ve walked through the gates of hell
Without even a wailing well
Life, like a wicked trader, did me needs sell
In a struggling shell
Always rising through the fell
Heeding determination’s bell
To think I’ve lived to this tale tell…

II
Who am I to say
I’ve lived to dues on end pay
Before seeing this ray
…this day?
None builds it in a day-
…life’s notable hay

III
Now I fill my little purse
Beating the curse
…of tasting the hearse
…before my second but one less
…of decades mess
I am playing well life’s chess

IV
I have tasted different rages
…felt fears on many struggling pages
…cried in cringing cages
Been shamed on sorrowful stages
…told off by stalking sages
Living on next to naught wages

V
There was a time I nowhere fitted
There was a time I many things quitted
There was a time I tasted pits
…so dark that they wrecked my wits
I have felt torn in bits
And been asked, in high places, for permission chits

VI
Now I am here
A place with listening ears
A space with less fears
Having cried most of my tears
In mass arrears

VII
So live
…live through it all
…the rise through the fall
Till the cheers!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©July 28, 2019

IF YOU MISS A NEEDED HIT…

She says “shush”
…when her side swerves
…the best’s serve
And claims a marked miss
…after her heart sinks in defeat

II
He hisses a diss
…if his target bounces to another
…in an obvious miss
Eyes see the shudder
…but only an insensitive chameleon
…hits hard a hurt in loss

III
It is a murderous fountain
…of tears
…from soul to spirit and shielded body
…in a cycle of time’s bridal walk
…when you miss a hit
It is a painful spat of insults
…from a doomed hurt place
…like an unfair cane sore in a salty rain
…when you hit a miss

IV
If you hunt a game
…and end with empty hands
…you surely pamper your ego
…with “stinky animal!”
But you know
…and I know
They know
…the burning po po po pos
…gunning your heart
…in echoes of disappointment
…shaming you in a merry go round
…of loss in a mourning cave
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 12, 2019

IF I WANTED

If I wanted your game
I would have more than that
…in less than the sweat of your hunt
If I wanted your game
…the game you so vilely parade
…trying so hard to cover the charade
…with my taunting,
I would never break so much as a sweat
…in fencing me with many
…better in parade
So hide your hideous finger
…wearing your tight finger cuffs

II
I know of your broken bed
…and your feelings’ death
I see the cracks on your mouth
…from the bad conversations gone south
I know the drought in your pocket
…because of the glutton in your socket
I know the fear in your heart
…because of the pressure from your prize
Interesting how great beads
…silently grace noble waists
…as those made by Chinese children in experimentation
…call even the dead
…to witness their walk taking
So be modest in flashing your finger cuffs

III
Like vultures without houses
…beaten by telling rains
Your problems are tattoed in your meanness
So cry out
…for once cry out and free your soul
…from the dark it hides
…pulling walls to shade the bright
…walls which annoy even angels sent to work solo
…on this twisted earth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 9, 2019

GET THIS STRAIGHT

Goat
…get green grass to graze
…to get grace in your growth
Be no bird bedder
…begging births to bird your goat

II
You’re a goat
…whose wishes and gloat
…won’t grow you wings
You might see no wisdom
…walking in this caution
But be sure not to act like the cat
…which got caught in a bird moment
…and jumped from a tall mountain
…as its company-bird flew
…forgetting it had no wings
…and water was an enemy to its ears
It still hurts remembering how the waiting water swallowed it up
What about the sheep which also jumped in same situation
…and got shredded by fingers of the earth?

III
If there are sane ships in your ears
…let them paddle on to the thinking town of your head
…to deliberate on self care
…and work on the importance of this advice
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 7, 2019

WHEN YOUR TATTERS CHATTER

You’re now new
…selected from few
…enjoying your mew
…as you, others chew
Oh, Today’s-Hot-Cake, change your view
For every dawn comes with its dew

II
If you think I lie
…ask the seamstresses
…about the beautiful clothes they made
…for their classy clients
…a decade past
You’ll know, the best turned rags
…because love took their shine
…their colour
…their beauty
…through their duty

III
Even goats now step on them
…in careless bleats
…as the dumpster awaits their rot
The new and loved today
…also doomed in the tatter cycle
So go on and blah blah
…your needed for another’s hated
…your comfort for another’s troubles
Karma’s hammer is a perfectionist
…so flawless
…in its carpentry time
…it will perfectly nail you on the cross of loss
When your tatters finally chatter
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 6, 2019

A CITIZEN OF IMPOSSIBILITY

See
… I was branded a seed destroyed
Because I clung onto the fearful bus
…of impossibilities
Look at me through the eyes of the wise
…who played my crazy card
…as I live within the biggest nation of impossibilities

II
I was constantly threatened by failure
…sometimes losing to its punches
…sometimes winning through its flares
…sometimes dodging through cracks of determination
Until I reached the shores of dawn
…of Impossibilities

III
I am now a citizen of impossibilities
…my light shining through the beauty of its shine
I am now a citizen of impossibilities
…my visa, a praying need to many
I am now a citizen of impossibilities
…shutting mouths who exchanged their teeth
…with ridicule
…to throw me off the will of moving on
I am now a citizen of impossibilities
…my building, a shining star
…guiding many a studious
…to get tickets in flight
…in my join

IV
So take a pain to buy a gain
Carry a shame to be in the high game
…of great names
As an axe rests when the chimney fulls
…be a bull raving through fools
…to hammer enlightenment
…on heads of wet blankets
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 26, 2019

WO TI PUU PUU A…

Sounds sent to my ears
…tell tales of towers trailing my tail
…and riches reaching my wretch
Funny
…how hearts heed to hovering whispers
…and plant need seeds begging for my watering
Ah!
… Wo ti puu puu a
…wɔ bi di wai
…ebia na ɛyɛ obi koobi ase aprapra!

II
There are suns which shine in shock
…there are rains which fall as tears
…there are airs which blow in chases
The far sells many assumptions
…to the straining seer
Sister, please worry not your soul
…wo ti puu puu a
…wɔ bi di wai
…ebia na ɛyɛ obi koobi ase aprapra!

III
Some smiles hide many sorrows
…some laughter echo many aches
…some abilities fence many worries
Some shine act whines to build sleeplessness
…for the head
So brother,
…beat not your spirit
…wo ti puu puu a
…wɔ bi di wai
…ebia na ɛyɛ obi koobi ase aprapra mpanpan
…ɛna eeyi wo ahwiase ahi
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 14, 2019

FUSE ON A CON

I am stuck in this place
Where thoughts upon thoughts race
I am stuck between a lone journey and a choice
Each having its distinct voice

II
Where is the roaring readiness?
Where is the hopeful happiness?
Where is the fine fitting?
Why is societal sentimentalism
The only whipping whip?

III
Is it wenching wickedness to live hen
With no trailing chicks?
Is it wenching witchcraft to test and walk
On paths refreshingly new?
Have I not burned through enough to pass
This test of yours and be so free?
Can’t tiredness have a seat
At its baton exchange points?
Why is my head’s insistence hugging my heart’s resistance?

IV
Why am I suddenly the competition on drafts of hunters
With or without a parody me?
Why are questions preceding all constructions
Where words continuously bake?
I didn’t cook me through all the trauma
To end up as a nail serving just any hammer?

V
Never say never is a bait no wordster falls for
The now stamps a no
And the no is all I know
Will help heal this hollow that show,
This hollow that show in my hurting soul
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 22, 2019

TIME TO COOL OFF

There is nothing wrong with a break
After a tsunamic life shake
After all, it takes time for scared fishes to travel through rivers
Back to their sea after explosive shivers
So you in the mirror, take time to cool off

II
Eyes close take time to open
After a whirlwind
As its dust takes time to settle
Even breathing still races at its pace before simmering in hearts
After a run
So you in the mirror, take time to cool off

III
Be in no hurry lorry to settle your painful storms
Sit in no worry to drain sad flooding in your overwhelmed heart
Be reasonable and wait for the heat to evaporate
From that heart boiled on fires of hurdles
For a human is a complex machine which needs time to cool off
After overworking its emotions
So panic not, do take your time
Enough time to cool off
You in the mirror
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 20, 2019.

WISDOM

Educate your root to groom its tree
For the tree will in turn groom its flowers
And the flowers will bloom fruits in the grooming

II
A strong foundation is the trusted seat
Of a good building
So dig well with best pickaxes
Clear well with best shovels
Mix well the foundational mortar
A good blend of cement of responsibility, sand of respect, stones of care and water of love

III
Many empty vessels roaming in the name of beings
Would have transformed better from their fragile spermatozoa
After meeting ovaries
If these basics were solidified
So groom well your roots
And be sure to strengthen your foundation
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan 15, 2019

I AM A WITCH

I am a witch!
Yes, a witch!
That witch who flies on the broom of hard work
Through canoes of the night
Paddling with rumours of the bored
On rivers of the covetous
Hoping to reach the sea of success
Without your sweats of bother
So hide not in calling

II
I am a witch!
Yes, a magnanimous witch!
That witch who attacks with claws of kindness
Heads filled with guns of hatred
In baffling shadows of keen watching sunlight
Excelling in hard tests in classes of unseen teachers
So fret not in my addressing

III
I am a witch!
A very shameless witch!
One who murders wickedness with vampire teeth
In beautiful hearts in surgery beds of hope
Dripping with blood of love to charm the indifferent
And singing devilish songs of praises at my soul winning abilities
Am I not a super witch?
So why hide in calling?

IV
Call me in dignity and show your reverence!
Kneel in a call and bow in politeness!
Serve my every need and be my every feed!
You have made me superior to humans
And so I deserve the stool of your heads!
Lest I kill all who dishonour my super powers without mercy!
I did come well! Ɔ-baa-yie-foɔ!
So why shouldn’t I ride in my queenly palanquin while your eyes shiver?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 13, 2019

WONDERTROPIS

We have crossed the seas of wonderment
To the shores of no surprises
Overlooking waves of bizarre shocks whose lost electricity
Have turned bubbles, foaming tongues of the ever licking waters, flirting with sands
And succeeding only to open and close onlooking mouths
Without waking any sound from their belly beds

II
This is an era where relationship experts hide foot rots of hurts
In socks of personal relationships in shoes of secrecy
This is a realm where he is no barrier to a she and vice versa
This is an era where perfectly happy and parading teeth
Hide behind nosy tongues in a bite
Protected by aiding lips
All on heads made functionless by ropes in the agony of suicide
Leaving fanatics dry with unanswered “how comes?”

III
This is a realm where the robe of celebrity
Is painted with many surprising colours
The colour of vulgar fooling
The shade of horrendous stupidity
The brightness of tactless blabbering
The darkness of no decorum
The deepness of no respect
The chaos of picking on others
The annoyance of supporting the wrong
With pornographic embellishments on costly stages

IV
This is the era
The era where scammers hold the keys to doors of academicians
The era where great musicians stand in shadows of noisemakers
The era where good hearts drown in oceans of artificial advertisements
On televisions of attention seeking
This is the era where all that abomination entailed have evaporated
Into the sky of fearlessness
Letting loose every darkness made to sleep in the deep caves of man
This is an era where children school their fathers
Scold their mothers
Beat their elder siblings to fan their egos
We are in an era where pride sits in falls
A realm where sinners preach to saints
Soon, sex will be determined after juvenility
And original bodies will merge with the made believe
Making it difficult to tell this from that
Policed by laws in gloves of rights to live without enquiry
Very soon, lenses of blindness will be the clearest goggles of safety
In this space called earth
Soon, very soon, that is, if the dawn of soon has not yet landed at our ports
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 9, 2018

PRIDE TO DEATH’S FALL

The fingers of days have connived with that of months
Joined in by hours and minutes, seconds and nano-seconds
Crowned by years to selectively
Choose the best part of this heart
To dig foundations of pain
Building storeys of unforgettable loss through grave deprivation
But I tell you today
You will search from my hair to carpets of my soles
You will never find even the shadow of my pride!

II
Yes, you can harvest tears from me!
Yes, you can milk fears from my guts!
Yes, you can break my joints to make me kneel
But I say and say again
You will never find even the shadow of my pride!

III
The celebratory thing to me
And annoying thing to you
Is the fact that it hides not!
It parades and catwalks
Shoos and orders
Stands regally saucily
But you can find not its shadow
Talk less of touch the helm of its determined apparel!

IV
So go on and bring it on!
I won’t ask for mercy and won’t ask for stoppage!
I won’t wear a pity
And won’t scent tiredness!
I know you have no ears
But I still have my breath
So fire your uncountable bullets of hurty challenges
Through the gun of life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 29, 2018

CUNNING

Gates of life are on shes
Fact!
Hammers for carving those gates are on hes
Another fact!
But birth births death
And hides in sicknesses
Accidents
Suicides
Cruelty
Old age
Always conniving with time
To blow forgetfulness
On its mischievous handiwork
How cunning!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 26, 2018

PRISONERS IN OURSELVES

An angered in a fear
A hurt in a tear
A love in a shyness
Hatred in loving
All throwing tantrums bodies can’t bear to show
So model what suits
We are many in one
Acting ourselves within
Chasing models without

II
If our feelings will show
Like movies through our countenance
It will be a world where one watches another for eternity
We are many in one
Acting ourselves within
Chasing models without

III
If we can take off our clothes of fear
If we can take off our clothes of shyness
If only we can drown impressions in rivers of bravery
Many an unwanted plays of hypocrisy
Will die in the soil of conception
Why are we many in one
Acting ourselves within
Chasing models without?

IV
Prisoners in small cages created by societal norms!
Prisoners made to love their cages enough to kill the free!
Prisoners ready to bury their bones in protection of their chains!
Prisoners sadly happy to call bile honey!
Listen to the buried voice that shakes the grounds of your consciences!
Life should be more
Way more than this
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©September 2018

IN THIS NEST CALLED EARTH

In this nest called earth
Minds differ in colour of thinking
As others sit to pray, plan and stand to tan
Under the tough skies of hard work
Some weave their traps like spiders
To get hold of some hunting flies
Others look for pliers to take out the knots on others barrows
Okukuseku! Nnipa ho yɛ hu sene apataku

II
Why do visions differ?
Legs seeking impact have hands seeking their fall
Eyes watching out for others
Have minds selling them blindness
Hearts rooting for peace
Have heads building chaos in their pumps
Ears listening for progress
Have teeth clattering to disturb
Hands hoping to work have mouths selling them as plagues
Okukuseku! Nnipa ho yɛ hu sene apataku!

III
It’s amazing why the sound of ghosts
From the voice of our own puts our muscles in flight!
Funny how fear of the unknown sets fires of panic in our veins
When the known are its architect!
We yearn to to-to-to and ta-ta-ta
On the burning fires of our hypocrisy
Okukuseku ei! Nnipa ho yɛ hu sene apataku!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 1, 2018

THE PRICE OF BREATH

In this myth we live
No matter who conceived
All that we believe
Is the magic of breath

II
It lights the eyes
So let them look
It opens the ears
So let them listen
It opens your mouth
So let it say
All that it needs to say

III
It powers the heart
So let it beat
It fixes your stomach
So let it work
It strengthens your hands
So let them work
It powers your legs so let them move
To everywhere they need to be

IV
It opens the mind
So let it think
It channels the nose
So let it smell
It awakens the skin
So let it feel
All that it needs to feel
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 12, 2018

DAY WAKES

Now the day is awake
The sky is serving light
All that hands will take
Will base on a heart so bright

II
I hope that for life’s sake
We work with all our might
Like bread in an oven bake
Our ends will shine so bright

III
We have to burdens shake
And face our fearsome fright
And dodge all that is fake
To climb all best’s height
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 6, 2018

​DAWN MUSINGS

If passion’s flicker did take liquor
And whispered these many trials

That hang on every life’s tree

To flower into fruition

To be plucked or pecked, fall or rot

Only to reach a cut, break or an uproot

Many swim fighters might have failed in competition

Intentionally


II

Yet a real excitement

Like curiosity, hanging it’s neck

In the window of my unformed heart

Might have still pushed me here

Into the belly of this earth

Where many paths lead to the same dark spot

But transient hearts battle in disharmony

Using their mortality as spears, guns, machetes and cancerous words

Only to stand possessed with fear

When their last bells call

What is man in this crooked spot of living?


III

Man is a mind of secrecy

Ailing or jubilating for the past

Scheming in the present

Without knowing the future

Man is like a programmed robot

Whose lifespan is known to its creator

But hidden from him

Yet he plans every minute as if he is in charge of him

Man is like a blind god’s house

To be used and discarded in a time and place

Yet man lives like God 

With thoughts of who to lead and impress

Even when living plays itself in a sleep world

Oh! Fading dusts battling hardened rocks!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 20, 2018

POSITIVE VIBES

A flower of smiles

In a hand so warm

A massaging sun waving from miles

In a sky of no harm

Greets your morning from the land of my mind

II

The land of my mind

In which I farm happiness in weeds of strife

Throwing stumps and thorns into dungeons of past’s behind

Carving a great team to play the team of life

So create a smile without a sigh


IV

A smile with no sigh

Even if clouds blanket the waving sun

Knowing transiency is its bothersome hi

And impotency carves its tempt like fun

In a garden of your sweet scented presence

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb. 8, 2018

​IN THIS POEM (CRAZY STANZAS)


On this dead branch

Carried by water, I thread

Each step, a shocking surprise

Interlaced with fear

But like a blessed cat with nine lives

The soul carries this body in moving on


II

My only cocoon is you

This poem, where my bed of peace is laid

My only home is you

This poem, where my cool waters pamper for a swim

My only shade is you

This poem, which arrests the murderous sun

And serves a breathing seat amidst all the dying

My only shelter is you

This poem, in the midst of perilous snakes

Which hide in trousers of life to defile my happiness

My only saviour is you

This poem, which baptizes to cleanse my soul

From the daily dirty stones pelted by life’s criminal side

My only hope is you

This poem, you, a perfect diary keeping my mind in

In you


III

I am so far from home

Carrying a load which directs my path

Directing dusty even when tarred roads beg for a drive

Yet I live in you, this poem

You who promise to take me back

Back to the perfect place I belong

That perfect place, where moths can’t pimp me

For the pleasure of the earth

Masking my life into a walking ghostship

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 29, 2018

​WHAT YOU DON’T SEE


A star that annoyingly glitters

With just a 26 alphabetical order

One whose words are like blows

One whose words are like lightning

Striking bad clouds and digging goosebumps

One whose words can draw beauty in minds

One who has arrived in many towns of the nation

And continues to charm

That may be the words on your mind

But what about those you don’t see?


II

A skeletal build

With veins of neglect

Blood of stress and thirst

Meat of hate and pure hunger

Skin of punches of cold in a harmattan visit 

And bowl of heat in sunny days

Nails which have tasted the hammer of many quarries

Eyes which have joined the run against death

Legs which have collapsed and been whipped by need to a wake

Why do I see them so well?


III

In every glitter lies a story

A story that can reflexively call for your sorry

And may even unchain your worry

To get on your sympathy lorry

So clap not in jealousy

Bite no tongue in a revenge challenge

Think of the worry within the glitter

And applaud its shine

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan 27, 2018

​INSECT TOWN


There is an insect town

On this beautiful living lawn

But all passersby see

Is the beautiful grass and its fee

Yet night planes their insecti-flight

And day takes them from sight

It is like sweat in a fluffy wool

Or vampire ants in a crown stool


II

What is seen may not be

Once roots are brought to be washed on the head of a plain sea

In the ground many bites abound

On land much pretense surrounds

Even though our hearts know in capital letters

We wear our hypocritical matters

Acting in dancing even when we’re being bitten like sweat in a fluffy wool

Or vampire ants in a crown stool


III

My teeth line up

Even when my voice shuts up

When I see eyes turn red

In a covetousness hidden in singing and begging to be heard

What can a hiding ant say

In a convention of hunting lizards on a pay?

Human bodies is mostly like sweat in a fluffy wool

Or vampire ants in a crown stool

Shinning royalty, feeling pains

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 4, 2018

SEARCHING 

Many a steps are forced by need

Many a man’s need suffereth from greed

One’s seen need is another’s goldmine

I am that hen

Looking for the feet of the mythical hawk

Stepping on the wellbeing of my chick


II

All many eyes see

Is the flower with different colours

Standing tall in the wind

Blown here and there

And still stands unshaken in the calm

But if pillows could talk

They will tell secret tales of hurdles

Which suck sleep from the honey bed

I am that hen

Who has escaped many a cruel machete

From the hands of greedy celebrants

Using the helplessness of my hen

In the abattoir of healers


III

I have danced naked on many a hopeful ground

Shown my weaknesses which grows with days

Paid have-nots with money of my blood

Fed on biles of failure and disappointment

And felt my intestines beg a tear closure

I am that hen

Whose soft end sits in its innocent chick

Imprisoned in the cage of a disorder

One that brings me silly orders


IV

But I go on

Jumping from here to there

Hoping a good wind will send me THERE

THERE, where redemption sits in the mass of deceit

To free mine from the shells of life’s unfortunacy

I am that hen

Hopeful with every new day

No matter the deadly punches of their previous

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 10, 2017

​SCARED OF LONELINESS

There are many roots beneath a single tree

Yet it needs many others to break winds

There are many brooms running and breaking free

But their strength in numbers, all fear rescinds


II

Sometimes, even fecal worms, do space need

Sometimes, even water, do drops be

But a sea stands  more chance of waving at a shore

Than a drop of water


III

I need you

Like I need this breath in its running seconds

I need him

Like I need this body in every moment

I need her

Like I need this heart in its working beats

I need them

Like I need this earth in every  living sphere

I need us

As yam plants need their mounds


IV

In the garnishing of age

On this queer me

This memory needs no sage

To know that wrinkles are sensitive to loneliness

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©September 7, 2017

​THIS BATTLING SEA

Many voices
Roar in this fiery sea

Voices of rivers 

Whose feet have tasted different sands

Voices of rains 

Whose bodies have tasted higher heavens

Bodies of fluids

Whose noses have smelt rotten foods

Vomited by covered human gutters

Bodies of sweats 

Which have explored varied pores

Each lamenting like lost pilgrims

In the end a blend in chorus

Disturbing or angelic, they live as one

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 24/07/2017

FUNREHOTRICS

When songs of nightingales
Hit blocked drums of infatuated cocks
They cry loss but look hardest
Cursing the hearing maker

II
When the ‘borla’ bird
Dreams of cuddling a peacock
It shivers at peck-like-axing
One that can give away its intestines
In a split second

III
Every struggling soul
Like a beheaded fowl
Kicks and fights to retain breath
Funny how something unseen but everywhere
Serves to suffocate then strangle
Anywhere, everywhere
With tickets on every head
Causing fear and panic

IV
Many run from their bonded shadows
Loving the dark which swallow the shadows up
Hating sunshine which shows them
Exactly where to spot them

V
There will always be elephants struggling to be ants
And there will always be ants praying to be elephants
There will always be eagles praying to be guinea fowls
And vice versa
If truth could lead us
Life would be spent before being bought
And regret could be shelved till our dusts settle
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) March 16, 2017

WHEN POTTED FLOWERS DISAPPOINT

I always aimed to be a potted flower
I envied their supplies
From waters carried by muscles
To the manure bought to feed
Talk less of their pampering of shades and aids
And their protection and attention

II
They were like the dream
Which emptied me from their cans of dark bliss
Onto scolding thorns with sharp blades
Were their possessions curses?
Were their bliss phantoms?
Were their feeds poisoned with complacency and failures?

III
How far has time travelled
To have my envy burned into pity?
How much has the world changed
To have a flower in the wild
Live to the chorus of ovation
While potted flowers sqirm on bended knees?
How strong were their benefactors
To have their fates destroyed by perfect handling?
Why do I bless the bird who spat me
Into the thorny desert
While they curse those who pampered them on beds?

IV
Life is two way microscope
Watchers turn watched in split breaths
Funny how heroes turn villains
And are thrown out of their star parade
Forget-me-nots must thread cautiously
On bruised weeds
For time may plant its flowers between them
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) February 24, 2017

I WON’T HOUSE A MOUSE

If I build a house
I won’t house a mouse
Mice which crawl in clothes of darkness
To eat my rice
Rolling my dice
And putting my eyes in a quandary of lies
Are nothing nice

II
Roasting on ghost nets
After walking on the finest clouds
Being toasted on fear fires
Like a lost “akrantie” whose fate
Marked a reflection of jubilation for its predators
While its lost family search in mourning
Is nothing nice
I won’t house a mouse in my house
No matter the space

III
I would rather house a lion
Whose heat iron my pores
Causing sores and rivers of blood stained sweat
For in every scratch
I will a plan hatch
In every fear
I will dig a hole to be whole
In every barred fangs
I will be tutored by pangs
I will never house a mouse in my house
Those creepy leepy peeps
Who blow the eyes to rest only to loot
Aren’t ones to skip my gun
So search to scrap your inner mouse
Before stepping into my house
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) February 20, 2017

RULING WEATHER

The sky sees many monarchs
Those whose sadness floods the earth
Giving life to most and taking some
Those whose happiness burns the earth
Warming most, drying fractions and killing some
Those whose air barber trees
Burning weeds
And aiding and abetting fires
The sky really sees many monarchs

II
Amazing how all weathers have their favourites
Honouring some
Demoting some
And killing some
Life’s changes favour all
But under the right weather
Being carted by time
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) January 22, 2017

THESE CROSSROADS

I was born with nothing
No fangs
No claws
To talk of clothes and rings and slings to cling
Look at me now
Looking at these crossroads

II
I was born like mixed flour
So light
Does the sun boil me like heat
Which fans the buttocks of pots
As air stirs my content to grow thick like banku?
What do I do with these crossroads?

III
I am like a thirsty owl
I hoot as nature wrote
But other living things call it witchcraft
My eyes; calling for bullets of brave spirits
When all I need, is not greed but nights to feed
What am I on these crossroads?

IV
I have to choose a side
Always
From the loins which pieced my halves
To the groups bonded by blood
To factions at each other’s throats
To beliefs!
Beliefs thought, fantasized, felt into believing
Geographical roars unmentioned
How many breakages does my heart need to have
On these crossroads?

V
Every moment is a choice
Every thought holds a voice
Every step makes its noise
Who am I?
Who at all am I?
What added soil to a soul in blended stones and claws?
Who mixed need and greed to feed on our breed?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are we?
Are we worth this struggle?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Jan. 8, 2017

WHEN HISTORY GNAWS

We remember the claws of yesterday
After feeling the smooching of palms today
A new dawn easily sheds its night
And falls into nothingness
If it records no history
And acts like a boring copycat
Yes, believe it or not
History has teeth which bite through memories

II
Whichever crown graces your head
On the ticket of teeth with graceful smiles
Know the mind can easily alterate mouth
To hide smiles under cloths of bitterness
So remember to tread cautiously
Holding dear hands which pushed your rear
Regarding bards who now sing your fair
And blessing fools who clean your smear
Forgetting not hands which fan your heat
Happiness needs no bureaucratic ticket
To a miserable future

III
We are who we are
Flowing minds into muddy legs
Into thrown rocks
Into immovable mountains
With corners and caves hiding fears untold
You disregard your ladder through comfortability
At your own peril
Especially in these times when royalty is a shadow in ceremonial cloths
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 17th Dec. 2016.

WHAT AM I?

I sit in comfort on my bed
With head carrying fires of hell
What could I possibly be to you?
A fling in a sling on a swing?

II
I think with my heart
Which beats like bass in a loose speaker
I hurt like a bird with broken wings
I can fly to no tree
I fear to walk,
Lest a hungry hunter of loneliness swallows
All this while a voice keeps asking within
What am I to you?
A fling on a sling in a swing?

III
Fragile hearts need no hard enclaves
Fragile souls, need no shadows
Which connive with darkness of commitment
To leave them stranded
When monsters of uncertainties chase
I am a lost child in a lonely old body
My tantrums being my walls
Walls you have broken
But what am I to you?
A fling in a sling on a swing?

IV
Love me some
Or leave me crudely
Living in the middle is living like a goat
Strapped to a tree on a great occasion
Whatever my fate, sinks my soul in seconds
What at all am I to you?
A fling in a sling on a swing?
Poor little me!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Nov. 29, 2016

DREAMING OF A DOG

I have felt the sting of mosquitoes
Felt the bites of ants
Felt the bites of snakes
Felt the claws of eagles
And stand with huge unseen scars

II
I have felt the slaps of crows
Pecks of wood peckers
Hooting of owls
Reminding crows of taunting cocks
About the speed of time
And still stand scarred and haunted by ghosts of fears

III
I have been
Deafened by roars from bellies of monsters
Weighed off confidence by beautiful peacocks
Flaunting colourful feathers
Which magnetize all eyes
Making me an extra unused
On this stage field
I can’t tell my image from within
Internal mirrors show a rearing monster

IV
What is this ink of life?
Why do many write to cancel others
Forgetting cancellation is also a loss?
What is this lavender of life
Which everyone possess
Spraying to be sprayed on
Battle of scents
Where the strongest survive to repel?

V
I need a pet friend
One who will pamper and care
Follow and hunt
With love in eyes only meant for me
I need a faithful soul
Loyal with aura
To dig out fangs
To smoothen the scars
To massage all loss
I know God is on board
But a worldly friend with visibility and a touchable presence
A friend like a dog
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016