FAR APART

If cold winds can call your presence
…from your absence
..to my presence
And stop biting me with longing for you
I will live better
…without feeling the miles which knot like ropes
…to hang our lust in our days apart

II
If nights will stop the frights
…of the emptiness that this huge bed poses
And stop showing the thorns of distance
…between you and I
I will cherish the memories
…which turn channels of unfulfilled needs
And have my shadows play your company

III
But time talks touches
…which can tickle giggles
The dark ghosts a host
…who can work a boasting
Silence whispers a voice
…which can smite boredom
The ceiling shows visions of actions missing
Closed eyes open the cinema of my mind
…which shows videos of our missions
…being murdered by time
Miles pile vile dials
…which never get you here

IV
So I keep staring at your imagination
…on the ceiling
I keep seeing your pictures
…on the bedside table
Your form keeps forming
…on the floor
It gets worse at the empty side of the bed
…at the doors which promise your production
…by lying through their keyholes
And when I look at the wardrobe
…it plays tricks of hiding you
I keep staring
I just keep staring everywhere
…like one freshly admitted into the dorm of insanity

V
This is what miles have piled on me
As we live under same suns
…same moons
…same skies
Holding onto the rope of love
…far stretched by distance
Placing us in two worlds
…far apart
To feel the unfair burns of loneliness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 16, 2019

WHERE DO I GO?

Where do I go from you?
When your looks
…book me confusion
Your smiles
…blind me in illusion
Your hugs
…buy me commotion
…of loss in your warmth
Where do I go?
Just where do I go from you?

II
Where do I go from you?
When you are the house
…I hope to build
The home
…I wish to return to
The hope
…I need restored
The heart
…I yearn to live in
Where do I go to?
Just where do I go from you?

III
My heart is no student
…of my head
…to sit and listen to its reasoning
My eyes are no slaves
…of my mind
…to bow and close to your presence
Even my thoughts
…pace like cars in races
…in the mind that should be ruling
All in demonstration to have you
Where do I go to?
Where do I go from you?

IV
I may be a mate in your bait
I may be a lie in your sly
I may be an ant in your can’t
I may be the ark in your dark
But I am a beating heart
…with heating hopes
…lured by your charms
So where do I go to?
Just where do I go from you
…if you push me to the land of rejection?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 15, 2019

EGOPRIDIC GHOSTS

We are in this doom fence
Nursing fear of separation
With rains of vulnerability falling into the konkura
…of our heads
While our faces mask the opposite
…in deviance

II
We’re in these emotional whirlwinds
Digging dust to blind each other
…in our troubled tracks
When unspoken words ghost our unhappiness
…with heartbreaking sadness
How crumbs of dissatisfaction piled
…into heaps of filth
…to clog the flow of communication
…in the gutters of our pride
Still baffles me
Why can’t our mouths speak the truths in our hearts?

III
Your ego eggs my pride to the happy view of others
My pride stones your ego to the chatty excitement of others
But we’re the ones who’ll lose the kisses
…feel the misses
…and face the hisses and their attending disses
Why can’t we see?

IV
There is no delicious dish egos and pride cook
…in relationships
There are no real wishes I-must-win grants
…in love
There is no bliss at the end of embarrassing schemes
Why can’t we see?
Why can’t we see?

V
What will be more painful
Will be the needing of each other
After we ruin us in front of all
With our eyes sent by our hearts in calling
Our bodies weak by the whips of yearning
As our relations battle in an unmendable war
To bomb all hope of revival

VI
Still, we’re here
A place so unfair
Knowing the ditches our bitching is digging
Seeing the culture of a future of rupture with no promising rapture
Knowing we’ll be consumed
…so consumed
…by the fire that the fuel of pride
…and the flames of ego
……lights,
…but still walking into that hell shell
…knowing so well the lack of quenching well
…thereof
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 12, 2019

A HOME

A home is like a beehive
Built with care
Treated so fair
With a peace so rare
An easy sea with cherished breath for every dive

II
A home is like dolphins’ ocean
Strong in bond
All in fond
A safe haven tu le monde
A place where every commotion through emotions are carefully worked out in devotion

III
A home is a forgiving structure
A place where even blinds
…find all kinds of minds
…in combined help in troubling winds
A place where there is healing for every broken fracture

IV
A home is a shell where bells of breaking hells
…dread
For they know they can fall dead
Before they reach its shed
A place worth more than all pearls

V
A home is an oven of pride
Where all are cooked
…prestige and a future booked
A place where all, on love, are hooked
An amazing future on a happy ride

VI
A home is a temporary bye
In wait for a happy hi
A home is made up of real laughter in affectionate tie
It is a transparent pen
And a protected den

VII
A home is a place of trust
Where justice is a must
A place where everyone feels part of the cast
And gathers tenderness which never rust
Cherishing every day they fold in their past

VIII
It is a place where your craze amazes ones you love
A place where your faults never halt the flow of your built love
A place where your every state in fate is a date for your mates
A safety cocoon with tension relief dates
A place where you’re shown in beautiful mirrors
…even in your horrors
The place where intimidation is zero
And every soul is a hero
That is what I call a home
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 30, 2019

NO SLEEP Tonight (18+)

Fireflies will fire and fall
Fairytales will ferry and fence
Flicks will flip and flap
Fear will fly to false farms
Fasten your firewalls
We’ll get no sleep tonight

II
Tingles will tangle in triumph
Time will toast into tatters
Touches will take all tree-airs tend to trust
…into titillating thrusts of the titans
Take your trumpet
We’ll get no sleep tonight

III
I’ll be the knightess meeting a knight
I will blind the night with the sounds of might
I will break the tears of lonely hearts
And gift them songs which will dig their choked earth
And open the tap of their thighs

IIIb
I’ll be the thunders
…which will elide the roars of tsunamis
I will be the lioness feeding her insatiable lion
I will be the colour on the skies of passion
I will be the magic rider of a heated stick
So tighten your seat belt
We’ll get no sleep tonight

IV
Don’t be a chicken
…your feathers will fly for your skin to die
Don’t be a toothless dog
…your barks will die for your soul to burn
Come as a lion
And swallow as a python
Be a sloth and you’ll be served to the vultures
So work your stamina
…we’ll get no sleep tonight

V
For it is the night for the queen
Whose torch lights once in several full moons
It is the night when traveled passions
…return with a timed promise of leaving
It is that night when lust lights to cage the night from lips to hips in flips and grips
So feed tiredness to the sluggish
Pump your heart with the air of youth
And come with charged surrender
For we’ll get no sleep tonight
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 25, 2019

A SHAME

We both felt the flames of attraction
And watched as our hearts held hands
…walked happily out and about
…kissed and drank fresh nsafufuo
…joked and laughed
And came back into their shameful enclaves
Watching us languish in yearning
…without doing a thing

II
You were not willing to take a step
And certainly, I couldn’t have been the willing party
For you know patriarchy locked its anarchy on my mind,
…no matter how far I’ve strayed from its village,
And hanged the keys in the bosom of shame
As an Ɔkaniba
…how could I have visited the caves of shame
…in my bid to have you?
Petty and childish definition might have fitted me then
Excuse my flaw, even wood leaves its ashes after a thorough burn

III
Years walked, looked and laughed
…at our ridiculousness
As our eyes made us out even in multitudes
Our ears heard our breaths even in chaos
Our noses made out our scents even in multi-fragrances
And woke goosebumps on our skin
Still, our emotions braked in our throats
Never making it past the fences of our lips
Still not moving
Cupid branded us stupid and chose a humid day
…to severe our ties
The debris must have fallen on you
As you watched me stand
…walk and fly

IV
Wherever your boldness traveled to
…and returned from
I know not
But I have passed the station of our bonding
And prefer being a loner than holding your hand
I don’t know what washed you from my needs
But it did wash you clean

V
So leave it be
And pray our paths cross in another world
So we can rectify this mistake
For who knows
Our roles may switch
And I may end up the bewitched
This world is far spent
…our feelings too burnt to be salvaged
So let us fall
…into the abyss of what could have been
…to search for the well hidden hole of forgetfulness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 25, 2019

WHAT I WANT TO BE

Some are like aphrodisiacs
Thoughts of them make cobras out of worms
…looking for water closets to shed their vomits
Some are like comic movies
Thoughts of them break smiles
…and sometimes mad laughter
Some are pride pens
Thoughts of them paint pictures of prestige
Calling important airs to float the soul
Some are flies
Thoughts of them write annoyance in the heart
Still, flutters woo their presence
For there are chills in their absence
And they turn hills with sweaty climbs
…when they’re present, still, they have the pills of pearls
Some are peaceful moons
They bring stars to shine their beauty
And bless minds to rest with quietude
Always posing the best resting places
I won’t ask where I fall
I want to be all in one

II
I want to be the bite
…and the balm
I want to be the structure
…of your laughter
I want to be your dame
…in your fame
I want to be the axe
…which digs your yams

IIb
I want to be your steer
…and your beer
I want to be your mirror
…and your horror
I want to be your stage
…and your cage
I want to be your trip
…and your whip
I want to be your club
…and your bed
I want to be your master
…and your servant
I want to be your bank
…and your ATM
I want to be all that you love
…all that you have
…all your discomfort
…and all you crave to explore
And you, my same

III
For a boring road in company
…is worse than the chaotic
Love should be all that drama entails
…and more
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 24, 2019

EGNEVER

It is a boil
One makes to plant on the soul
Every passing day stretching its hurts
Till it bursts and sores

II
It sucks the fun out of life
And rides bodies like horses
Into ditches where stitches fear their dents
And never leaves a way out
After its breakthrough
For it then creates a chain of the wronged

IIb
So a chased turn chased in a family baton run
It is that deadly

III
It is no child’s play
…and no small task
It is no great marks
…and no hero measure
It is nothing worthy of congratulations
And certainly not a society of classy rank

IV
So learn to live with forgiveness
And help weed out bitter roots
…which can’t easily be uprooted
…and can live through generations
Discard it and free yourself
…and your unborns from hurts
For it can plant poverty in its bitter blindness
It can never be a good thing when it seeks to murder
It only becomes good when it is directed at self improvement
Yes, it is that strong and powerful, deadly even
…REVENGE
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 19, 2019

LET YOUR HEART TELL ME

You
…yelling your yearnings
…like thunders troubling and tormenting
You
…pleading with persons
…like a beggar brutalized by a brutal beast
…seeking sympathy
You
…dressing in duress
…feeling a fault
…courting my court
All you need is to let it speak for itself
…to mine –
Your heart

II
There is a language of sincerity
That truthful hearts exude
On tickets of actions
…and slates of body language
So let your heart speak
…let it speak to mine
To see if there is a pairing factor

III
You can’t kneel while your heart sleeps
When mine waits for a signal
You can’t wail while my heart sails
…on ships of doubts
So wake it –
…your heart
And let it speak
…and read its own performance
…in a feeling of failure
…or pass in my complex heart
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 19, 2019

THE STENCH OF YOUR NEEDS

You tripped on the stone of my warmth
…and landed in the lair of my love
Seeing nothing but darkness above
You say you can’t find your way out
I know it’s hard to find that way out
…but try

II
Your tears are flooding my abode
…man tears lack charm in a plea bargain
…where harm is armed with a damn
And hearts without light
…see none to pity

III
Bluntness is my bullet
…hoping to bail your interest with a death
Cruelty is my gift
…changing your memories into hatred
…then forgetfulness
…hopefully
Only weak hearts die
…in an unrequited love battle

IV
Strength is carrying your pain
…making it no bane
…to your attention strain
Strength is your smiles
…in all your yearning miles
…hiding needs like piles
…situated at CCTVless parts
…of the body

V
Love is a chain of hunting
…as the sheep hunts grass
…and the wolf hunts sheep
…as the lion hunts wolf
…and human hunts lion
Only lucky ones get fair chances
…of hunting themselves in equal halves
…to later merge in a determined pledge

VI
So find your way out
…please find your way out of my lair
You are no food I wish to taste
…neither is your blood water
…I need for a thirst quench
All I smell is the stench of your needs
…marring the success of my hunt
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 14, 2019

HWAN HWAN BITTERS AND CREAMS

Ia
Ogya de gya!
…me de awɔ no!
M’adi apagya!
…me de aka no!
M’atu mu dɛ
…me de akyerɛ no!
Wɔma bebree paepae ansa na wadro abɔ
Agya-nyaneno ne ɛna-twimu ma me bebrebe no
…nyinaa yɛ nsu brane
…a ɛtɔ dum ayaase abaa mu gya
So STOP it!

Ib
If your flex
With your ex
During sex
…flopped and ended in a vex of the perplexed
Leaving you with a complex
Look for the BEST habits in nature
To nurture your broken factor
And not a deadly lighter which will get you to an apex
And drain you senseless

II
Going for alomo
…to seek some promo
Superman bitters
…to show your powers
Buying Atiamo
…to boost the hormones
Tramol in boosters
…to temporarily rule as a rooster
Jamaican stone
…for a temporal bone
Are sure ways of killing your jack

III
Make do with your little fire
…instead of seeking to more acquire
Even gums bleed in a violent brushing
Those sacks may have no mouths to speak
And may have no powers to open their pods, as knives help cocoa pods, to show
…their hurts
So STOP it!

IIIb
Many a man have huge and long sticks
But know not how to steer them
Power lies in knowing the self
…and how to hold your steer in driving
You owe no woman’s impressions
…in your bedmatical expressions

IV
It is true horny is healthy
…but induced horny can lead to seduced Tuesday weeding
So live out your best
…in your loving quest
If your enough can’t stuff your half
Many passionate souls hide in your fancy
Dig out and wear your size
It is better than housing a dead part
…on a bitter and frustrating journey till death
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 13, 2019
Inspired by Dr. Akosua Abdallah

1, 2, 3, 4 and A, B, C, D, E

I. Respect
2. Kindness
3. Progress
4. Love

II
A. Care
B. Tenderness
C. Trust
D. Consideration
E. Love

III
You give me 1 and I’ll give you 2
We can both work 3 to get to 4
That is my 1, 2, 3, 4 of fairness

IV
You give me A in a 1 and I’ll give back 1 in an A
We’ll arrive at B through the doors of 2
And use 3 to get to 4
And through careful thoughts in C get to D
…then E
That is my 1, 2, 3, 4 and A, B, C, D, of my E

V
There are no familiar zones for short cuts
There is no millennial room for cheating
There are no traps to take bribes
And there’ll be no military for coups
The clear line is like one drawn by a perfect architect
And hosts the competition with a never resting sun
Only the first to get here
Gets to the bottom of my E
As all others gain their 4 in a fair fight
Fairly unfair, I know
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 7, 2019

HOW DID UBUNTU FAIL?

The world, God’s gift,
Was originally a dwelling for all
Without demarcation
Without ownership
How humans heckled hostage
And carved supremacy to draw lines called borders
Made a funny video in my mind
Sanity made it understandable
Development made it beautiful
Until ownership turned vindictive
Murdering beings
In a nice x word, clothing a devilish doom
How did Ubuntu fail?

II
I thought Ubuntu spelt out compassion and virtues in humanity
I thought Ubuntu could turn mother
To hug all black lands in its bosom to blossom
I thought Ubuntu could one day turn African Anthem
To unite the black continent
Into a contender unbeatable
I thought Ubuntu could speak to hearts
Knowing no differences between colours so varied
And will never see a difference in shades of black
But here we are
In a horrifying horror
How did Ubuntu fail?

III
I can see the spirit of Madiba
Wailing the woes of guttered sacrifices
I see the shape of Africa
Writhing in painful deformity as uniformity loses form in shocking inhumanity
I can see the continent on the stage of insults
As fellow humans queer us brainless
I see sluggish souls selling South Africa
In the parcel of Africa
To the world as animals needing buyers
I see African Bosiakos battling death for a comeback
With fists of unfairness and disappointments
How did Ubuntu fail us?

IV
It is a simple matter of living as others live
It is a common sense of one world for all living
It is a human knowledge of home being where the heart leads
It is a common love of neighbours
That waters growth in every positive way
In a day when humans are like porridge mixed with sugar
On all grounds
How can we get here?
How did Ubuntu fail?

V
This naked madness needs a stopping!
This naked hurting needs a sane clothing!
This modeling horror needs no stage
On this struggling continent
For we know the “I am because we are”
We know none leaves the other behind
We know all the faces of Ubuntu
All the fingers of Ubuntu
All the senses of Ubuntu
And all its dictates
Let’s not allow Ubuntu to fail
In this love zone with equal bones in a colour
For we lose it all
If one calls out hatred as the other responds
That contagion can cripple us
Into a never rising
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 3, 2019

DETERMINED

I have jumped through the windows of my heart
After its doors were shut by pain
…and the keys thrown into the sea of disappointment

II
I have maneuvered through the ceiling of my mind
After its doors and windows
…were nailed unopenable
…by hounds of hurts

III
I have shed the skin of my spirit
…bleached the sadness of my soul
Scrubbed the pain of my body
Putting ears and eyes and heartbeats on each
In wait for you

IV
All you need is a little call
…a soft whistle
…a gentle knock
…a small wave
…a knowing smile
And one will join one to remain one
…blending heartbeats
…with the clapping of headbeats

V
So make an effort
And like a ghost or a spirit
…a scare or a fair
Appear
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 28, 2019

TAKE ME TO YOUR HEART

Bags are packed
…with clothes of patience
…undies of curiosity
…shoes of excitement
…armour of compromise
Waiting for your cue
…to board the vehicle leading
…to the airport
…for the begining of our journey to your heart

II
I am ready to embark
…even if a dog with rabies searches through a scare bark
I am ready to be deafened by your take off
…dizzy with the sky bumps
…taste flight fear of hurdles
Even the fear of a crash won’t trash the flush of my crush
So hurry
…take me to the land of your heart

III
I need to explore all the caves
…visit your beautiful waterfalls
…and know their sources
I need to know every part of your hidden forest
…to know the most dangerous
…the mildest
…the scarred
…and vulnerable attitudinal pets
…and their needs
So I can prepare their feeds
…should they visit us in physical

IV
I need to go to wish land of your heart
…to study every detail
…in order to plan them perfectly
For I want to spare no strength
…in working smiles to shine the sky of your face
…and moons of satisfaction
…to light your face in the dark
…to lead my happy tours

V
I need to know your empty space
…to fill them with flutters
I also need to know your shattered parts
…to fix them with positive flattery
I have the perfect glue of admiration
…to stitch all torn parts
So take me
…take me to the land of your heart

VI
If you’re comfortable
…you can sail with me
…to visit your spirit
…and your soul
…to explore your fears
…on the boat of trust
Of course, mine is there for your exploration
…anytime
…any day

VII
Just know,
…once we decide
…I’ll never let go
…until the spear of death splits
That is how far my thoughts have traveled
So let’s do this
…take a leap
…through hard work
…to blend our hearts
…into a companionable new nation of one
…one that only the knife of death
…can split
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 14, 2019

ORGAS MIC

For those who raise their rods
…as Moses did
…to part the red sea on their best halves
…and just walk through
…caring not about the delicate grounds
…they stump on
…going forth and back
…until they shed their semenic enemies
…caring not about the beautiful rains never unshed
You’re horrible hate harvesters
…in your beautiful human farms

II
How can you not pray
…by weeding stress and duress
…calling seeds of care to grow
…on skins you’ll wear?
How can you not work their rains
…to bless your digging
…with moisture?
How can you not be a fence
…to hold onto your beautiful farms
…after your planting?

III
A good farmer harvests great yields of respect
…love
…care
…satisfaction
…tenderness
…and becomes the precious star
…of his farm

IV
This is an advice from Orgas’ Mic
…to all forceless farmers
…facing frights of chaotic homes
…neglecting good play in the fore
…and knowing not why they harvest defeat
…in their farms of love
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 2, 2019

IT MUST NOT HAPPEN AGAIN

It must not happen again:
The barbaric facts
…of humans turning monsters
…to treat other humans like animals
…for their selfish mortal desires

II
It must not happen again
…the trapping and hunting
The catching the whipping
The painful transplanting and torturing
…overworking and murdering
It must NOT
It must NEVER happen again

III
It must not happen again
We must make sure of it
We –
…those who have gained roots outside our fence
…and those whose pain have watered their lives within
Like kɔtɔkɔ –
…we must rise in our numbers to combact
…the poisonous infection of drugs
…murder the degrading branding of crimes
…wash off the stunting appeal of laziness
…and switch on the light of hope
On our yesters’ stolen
While driving out the doom of corruption within our mother fence

IV
We must wipe out the characteristics
…of diasporean intimidation
And the Afri self righteousness
Which clash to alienate one from the other
Blocking hugs and togetherness
For a vice versaring benefit

V
For a body cannot run from its shadow
And no matter the dark that hides a shadow
It follows its body no matter its flight
Remembrance must only be a tap for hard work
…and not hatred
For hatred is like a full time job
…which can consume the time of progress

VI
We must bond in a fondness
That will fan our ancestral worries to wonders
We have to hold hands of our hearts
…and yoke words of our mouths
To light our many talents
For we are fire and fuel
None lights without the other
We are skies, suns and moons
…we will always need each other to shine
…on this here earth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 30, 2019
Inspired by Mr. Andrew’s Kuusiemeh

IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Friction fires fights among friends
…and fuels feuds
Fickle fronts fume feeble fits
Freeze friction
Free feelings
…in friendly favours
For forces that function
…feel fevers of fiery-clashes

II
Defrost fury
…in a delightful hurry
Ditching sorry
…in dining worry
Drawing dears into darling dwellings
For loving swellings

III
Feed no fridge your feelings
…to face your fears
Write no rights
…to work your ways
Tongue and teeth
…are like trading twins
A bite, a breaking
…sell no abandoning
So thaw angst
…before it burst
…into destructing dumps
For immediate release
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 29, 2019

MOTHER IN LAW

Mother in law
Please be no monster in loathing
…scaring an innocent as cats scare mice
Mother in law
…be no bore
Your words cut deep into sores
Breaking the decorous bones of my jaws
Your claws in paws defile the law
…in your name’s core

II
Mother in law
…a first love loves a love from the strange
…to gift her seats of comfort
…to build a care umbrella
…to protect the centre of attraction
She is like the air in the heat of friction
…the heat in the cold of restriction
…making sure 1+1 remains one
…clearing distracting afflictions

III
So don’t be a tigress
…turning a beautiful home into a jungle
…chasing nothings into flaws
…and digging in with your claws
It is an abomination
…for a man to find pleasure shelter
…in a hole which pushed him to life
…night after day and before dawn

IV
Wilting flowers need to share their sunshine
…and rains and air
For the blooming to beautifully brighten
…to leave a mark of love
…and a cycle of giving
…watering love after love
…in a generational heritage
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 26, 2019

HOW MUCH I LOVED YOU

I stabbed my fears
…and murdered my weaknesses
I suffocated my ambitions
…and poisoned my dreams
…clutching care like fresh eggs
…all to hold your life
That is how much I loved you

II
I climbed arrogance
…with the sword of insistence
I swam in pity
…with hands of determination
I flew in abnormalities
…on rumours of witchcraft
I trained like a soldier
…and buried all tiredness
Just to keep your life
That is how much I loved you!

III
When I thought of the culture
…which called many a vulture
…for your living structure
…because of your ill stature
I smoked weed of defiance
…killing all wicked thoughts around you
…with guns of law
…and emotions of common sense
That is how much I loved you

IV
I never thought
…for a brief day
That you’d be lost
…and I’d stay
I never envisioned
…for a brief second
That you’d be gone
…and I’d be here
I am now like a can
…with a fountain drained of tears
…in bright bright clothes
I’m now like a lost lioness
…in a warrior zone
…without claws
…without teeth

V
Time is burying your memories in dusts of forgetfulness
…but a little air of rememberance
…dusts the pain and hurts clean
…with your giggles echoing sorrows
…in caves of loss
You’ll forever remain my cross of loss!
You’ll forever remain my emotions’ boss!
You’ll forever be that boy at the peak of my love
…one I spared no sweat to dig flutters
…at his sight!
For you made me
…and broke me
…and killed me
…and planted me
Only for me to germinate into newness
…your absence living in my roots
…never to part
…never ever to be forgotten
Aduse-Poku Ahwinie!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 14, 2019
In memory of my Kwadjo Opoku (Sept. 5, 2011 – Dec. 10, 2018)

MIND FARMS

The mind is a fertile land
…in the head of every being
Plant weeds of hurts
…and reap seeds of hatred
…with its shadow of cruelty
…and spirit of harm
Plant loving flowers with caring fragrance
…and harvest nectar of faith
…scent of love
…beauty of tenderness
…colours of trust
…thorns of care
…providing fences for your safety

II
The mind is a most fertile land
Plant seeds of hurts
…and like false yams
…harvest a drum full of hatred
…with roots that never really die out
Plant seeds of love
…and harvest a drum full in return
Birds of circulation peck on each
…buying for you hatred
…or love in others

III
Like a skilled farmer
…looking forward to a bountiful harvest
…which will feed nations
Have the tool of care
…in selecting seeds for planting
…in the farm of all minds
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 11, 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

GOOD MEN

Did I come to the market late?
I must have
…considering the rotten goods
…waiting for selection
…or buy
Hurtful

II
What will rotten vegetables and foodstuffs fetch?
…Stale taste?
…Stomach ache?
…Running stomach?
…Food poisoning?
Yet see them scattered in near filth
…on my disappointing market

III
What will a polluted goat fetch
…in a long term petting?
Illnesses?
…Worry?
…Mistrust?
…Heartaches?
…A possible death?
Yet see it parading in annoying pumɛɛs
…caring not about the disgust on my face

IV
What will a rabid dog fetch?
…An unhealable bite?
…A tetanus injection?
…A possible loneliness?
…A living fear?
Yet see it barking without backing off
…seeing the fear boldly written with my countenance

V
What will a sneaky snake fetch me?
…A lonesomeness?
…A fearful and poisonous bite?
…An annoying hissing?
…A hide and seek in time wasting?
Yet it hisses through the horror
…written in my eyes

VI
Like normal goods a market brackets
…they seem to be all that are left
…for a pick
Some getting in the way
…and staining clothes
…ruining footwear with their stinking droppings
Where did all of them go?
…The hybrid ones
…with freshness
…unflawed colourfulness
…healthness
…normal fragrances
…promising delicacies
…with many a touch of surprises?
It sure is hard
…to shop in a near evening
Truly, almost all good goods never wait till sundown!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 30, 2019

AN ODE TO MOCK KINGS IN GROANS

There are birds who visit
…in blessful transit
There are cool airs
…which bless our flopped fairs
…only to pass us on to brutal bottled beers
There are suns
…whose warmth we worship
…but their steps never sync ours
…so we’re always left behind
Think of these
…really deeply

II
Cherish the times recorded in your history
…or perish in wants long rotten in impossibilities
Live the memories
…few have in luck
Or sulk in sores your regrets
…keep digging into self hatred
Bɔɔla birds who get the privilege
…of flying a time with eaglets
…before their full blossoms
…must at least own their stories

III
It is a fact
…that although you are a golden ceiling on another’s sky
…you were dirt in my
…uncompleted mansion
It is a truth
…that lionesses mate lions
…and not dogs
It is clear
…your legs couldn’t keep up in closeness
…with the hare-like fire
…which burned the sands
…to carve the fine you so whine
…to now own
Let sense descend on you
…to look south in my northness
If that is what is eating deep into your hurts

IV
There are treasures we get but see not
…until their flight
…to others’ ownerships
There are priceless gems
…which act stones to be had
…in our uninterestedness
…oh how we always curse us in their shines
…from other quarters!
There are ails which kill us
…through “had I knowns”
But just as dead beings have no turn backs
…we need a knowing
…of the living deads
…in our lives
Those we can never ever return to us
So we can take our past
…off the fires of our yearning present
…to at least cool needs into satisfactory smiles
…instead of boiling in broken bitterness
So let your memories serve as payment
For the can’t-have you so “need” now
Isn’t there a saying
…a vehicle whose seats you’ve tasted
…hurt you not in a leave behind?
Ha!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©June 20, 2019

FROST

It started like serene air
…in my sunlight
You, me attending
…you me loving
…you, me feeding
…you, me caressing
…you, me cuddling
…you, me kissing
…you, me tendering
…you, me calling
And my vice versaring
Then it turned from mild to cold winds
You, me neglecting
…you, me annoying
…you me forgetting
…you, leaving me hanging
…you, me shaming
Even knowing I’m African
You started snowing hate
…giving me shivers of fear
…icing my rivering possibilities
…murdering my hope for us
Then I felt the painful teeth of frost
I asked what it was
…but the cold promised a feeling

II
You should’ve tutored me
…that your warmness
…could turn cold
…cold which could turn monster
…to bite in breaking me apart
You should’ve warned me
…to put on clothes of care
…as necessity in our beautiful beginnings
You know I’m carved from the ribs of Asaase Yaa
…with a body only known to the beautiful suns of happiness
…which give no chance to snow
…let alone carve cold to crack
You should’ve given me a heads up
…knowing where you picked me
…and where you were taking me
I am African
…a being loving her suns
…a being shivering at the mere thought of rain
But what?
You send me to the cold land of heartbreak
…to see me breaking apart
…like a weak dry wood burnt
…and falling in ashes?

III
Cruelty is a cunning con
…deception is a deadly drown
Abandonment
…is a shocking school
And the break up frost surely is a new monster
…which I knew not
…let alone know how to trap
…and kill it
…to free the heart which it hurts
…from its fury
I guess experience
…will teach me
…to battle it with the fire of time
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 19, 2019

BROSALAH

There is a beauty in seeing peacocks
…living happily with fowls
There is a beauty
…in seeing winds
…carry happy sands
There is a beauty
…in moons pairing suns
…at the rise of one and the fall of the other
There is a beauty,
…a beauty of one sky being shared by both
…at right times

II
When Muna serves Mary a meal
…during Salah
And Robert serves Alhassan a meal
…when it is Bronya
Peace develops butterflies in its stomach
…into flutters of love
For God is a shared being
…one no one owns
…one everyone owns
…one no one zones
…and one everyone zones
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 5, 2019

COYERS

You acting bricks
…scheming tricks
…to be have as chicks
…mostly end up with dreaded dicks
…who master tricks
…to break your bricks
Oops! Did I just bend a nail by hitting its head?

II
In an era where promises scatter
…before flutters shatter
Bitches need to know their love for bones
…and grab them with skill even in their hots
Swans need to know their love for cuddles
…and feel them, on rivers of acceptance
Cats need to know their love for the clevers
…and know them, on screens of acceptance
Foxes need to know their hatred for fences
…and flee at the sign of fencing
So why act coy to soy a boy’s joy?

III
Have your want
…in your careful font
…not in a squeeze of nos when you know
…your heart’s hat has fallen in its loving shake
If you’re a kpanla
…there definitely is a salmon
…a tilapia and its many others
Don’t forget the many colourful tropical fishes
…dying to be noticed

IV
If you’re a boy acting coy
In your annoying lover-boy ploy
…know you’re like a toy
…in a human play
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©May 28, 2019

THE LIFECYCLE OF LOVE

Love is like a seed
…in an unknown soil
Whether it’ll germinate or not
…after planting an interest
…is like the hawk of death
…and its hunting human fowl

II
A heart undergoes the process of oneness
…just as the seed battles its new soil
…in hope of birthing a new shoot
There can be seed hunters
…in the passions of the soil
Maggots and moths of pessimism
…fighting life of optimism
Until a shoot vanishes or sees its new world

III
Suns of care
Airs of tenderness
Rains of feelings
And the dews of determination
…form the formula of love’s living
Even so
…goats of over-jealousy can crush in a step
…storms of mistrust can crudely cut with secateurs
…fiery winds of miscommunication can drain its working blood
…floods of incompatibility can destroy its fragile frame
…pests of unfaithfulness can murder its blossoming
Bushfires of misunderstanding can burn its promising form
Many other dangers abound
So you need a fence of dedication

IV
Yes, a fence of dedication,
For it takes the skilled to farm it
…foundationing with patience
…watering with loyalty
…uprooting weeds with forgiveness
…and fertilizing with faith
Even after fruition,
…through flutters
…with widths of smiles
…to heights of laughter
…in a companionable growth
There are weavils of confusion
…and their attending others
…who can cause rot before old age harvesting

V
Ye budding farmers need these brown experiences
As farm implements in preparation
…for the field of love
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 21, 2019 (Title by Gloria Afua Ofeibea Addo)

CHILDLESS

Tears drizzle in my heart
They drizzle to tickle my sadness
On this day when motherhood
…sits on the throne
…to be exalted

II
It is upon the inspection of feathers
…that akokɔ asɛnsɛ becomes aware
…of its skin protectors
I crave this bed
…and thank it as a shed
…to hide the mood which swoons to tell
…on my sores

III
A year back-
…you were here
Two years back –
…you were here
Three years back –
…you were here
Four years back –
…you were here
Five years back –
…you were here
Six years back –
…you were here
Seven years back –
…you were fresh
Sprinkling happiness on my naïveté

IV
What do I do with this me?
This me which wears armours of strength
…on a fatal blow!
What do I do with these eyes?
These eyes which push back tears
…on fears of colouring brokenness!
What do I do with this soul?
This soul looking down into an endless hole
…of yearning!
What do I do with this crab?
This crab stuck in my aching throat
…murdering my pipes to push your name down
…my sniffling stomach!
What do I do?
What do I do?

V
I keep wondering your stage
…your stage of rot
I keep wondering your fate
…your fate in death
I keep wishing we meet
…we meet to re-live
It is a sourness on sores
And I am a mess to your blessed memory
Ahwinie
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May, 12, 2019

KUTUGYE NONSENSE

You
You rock which shock my mocks
You
You bone which stone and drone
…my emotions
…into public places
You
You fork which locks and blocks
…my defenses
…into helplessness
How?
How could you make me so bow?
You prick!

II
You tickled my trust
…to tremble in tearing
You woke my warmth
…to wickedly wreck it
You caressed my care
…to carelessly curse it
You tended to my tenderness
…to tossingly trash it
You buttered my butterflies
…to brazenly break them
You flattered my flutters
…to ficklely finish them
You!
You sicker!

III
You’re like stinking socks
…when I’m wearing my shoes
You’re like hateful hair
…when I’m wearing my hat
You’re like beaten breasts
…when I’m wearing my bra
You’re like drowning dens
…when I’m wearing my dross
You’re like caving caves
…when I’m wearing my clothes
You’re like earthquaking earthworms
…when I’m wearing my earrings
You
You sticker!

IV
Why?
Why can’t I bath you out
…out of the body of my mind?
Why can’t I wash you out
…out of the wishes of my clothes?
Why can’t I soak your stench out
…out of the scent of my socks?
Why can’t I kill you
…in the kro of my heart?
Why?
You tick!

V
I am now a fuming forest
…hissing hysterically
I am now an occultic oven
…brimmingly burning
I am now a sea of savagery
…seethingly sulking
I am now a hunting hell
Dare,
…just dare
…to step in the trap
…of my hunt
And you will smell your roasting game
You trick!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 8, 2019

I KNOW NO FOE

I know no foe
I don’t hate sow
I show no arrow in my bow
Until I am unfairly asked to kowtow

II
If you carry no hatred
In the inheritance bowl of your ancestry
Where stones of ethnicity aimed
At my dignity is atrociously firm
If you carry no buckets where catapults of class
Securely aims at my pride
If you carry no bag where bombs of racism
Aim at my struggling existence
If you hold no handcuffs to cuff my rights
Then I know you as no foe

III
Sins of fathers being carried by righteous wards
Is no fairness in my moral dictionary
As long as you come as is
I know no foe
I will know no foe
I will seek no foe
And I will embrace
Embrace your warmth with no qualms
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 25, 2019

EMPATHY

“Roads lay like mythical foot mats
Traffic lights; do they stand vertical or horizontal?
Will I be embracing danger of any kind?
Where is the shine of my vision?
I feel like a daunting unrhyming lyrics”

II
“Blasting sounds are so fierce
As they do nothing to me tickle
Only taps wake knowledge of happenings around
So what will be my fate if a gun hangs on my pate?
Will I hear the kekɛ kekɛ in order to find a way to tetɛ?
Will I have to die to wake in order to finally hear?”

III
“Some can even use sticks as legs
But my buttocks have turned into the ground’s nutmeg
Being grated in bits into the saucepan of dust
I dread a call for all to flee
What will my fate then be?”

IV
All yous put in inverted commas of unfortunacy
Being bracketed by discrimination with no empathy
I pray the earth works to give you mercy!
I plead for seats for you
On minds of the stronger
I wish for magic wands of ease
To your sore lives please
For I have seen you with my heart
Felt you with the best hands of my soul
Been in your shoes many times with the legs of my mind
And know you toil,
Sometimes recoil,
Mostly boil
Still frustrations bump to your confidence soil

V
Try your best
Until you’re called to rest
There, none would be in jest
As differences, we’re told, would be a nonexistent crest
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 20, 2019

YOU NEED A BAAAD GIRL

All you scouting streets for holes of meat
Feigning defeat when pushed to back seats
Sulking from playing last fiddle to passion’s beat
You don’t have to be a roaming cheat
All you need is a baaad girl

II
All you need is a
… baaad girl
One who can flip
… your flaps
Deflate your over pumped
… bellies
Fetch goosebumps from the interior
… of your old and hardened exterior
And vulcanize your flat
… egos into that of newborns

III
Why chase away matches when you can train your dog
To be able to fetch your log
From the other side of flutters dock?
Just shed your unnecessary mock

IV
All you need is a
… baaad girl
Who can burst into
… your archaic mouth
Sit on its white elephant
… sofa
Stand, play around
… the walls
Go

… … …under to clear some choked pores
And reach into your deeper chambers
… to tickle your excitement

V
Think of all the wheeling sick carts
Bought for selves like fine arts
Only to break into sweats of hurts
Knowing you’ve stepped on other innocent hearts

VI
All you need is a
… baaad girl
One who will tour you
To find your Accra in the whole of
… your Ghana
To find your Kigali in the whole of
… your Rwanda
To spot your Paris in the whole of
… your France
To locate your Toronto in the whole of
… your Canada
Gifting you shivers from passion’s happy
… rivers

VII
As you go through the heat
Of stalking
And talking
And hating
And manipulating
And threatening
Wouldn’t you rather live calm and neat
With no sore frets on your ego?

VIII
You need a baaad girl
One who will lick you up
… like a lollipop
Crown you up like a tight
… cork on a shaky bottle
Swim in the seas of your
… eyes in action
Slap your expectations with
… a wow and an aww
And still call you
… Awesome

IX
So pick you up and pick her up
From the domestic basket where she has herself tossed
Lift you up from the bore of her ring
To see the city of your wants
Whet her appetite to take that chariot to your needdom
Sharing visions attainable in beddom
Without fears

X
All you need is a
… baaad girl
Just open the windows of her
…mind
Fetch the girl from
… the old
For every old was ever a
… a young
It is a blessing to bring your part along

XI
You just need that
… baaad girl
The one who lit your passions and woke your reactions in the then
You need the
… baaad girl
That one who comatosed in herself in her bid to you or your new shoots fit
You need a
… baaad girl
That one who slept long to light the carer to glow
You need that
… baaad girl
That flower whose thorns fell off
To make your hold painless and your climb smooth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April, 16, 2019

SUN OF MINE

You blow strength in my mind
And leave me, like a cruel lover, to watch your behind
You build faith in my heart
And you fly to live on the tree of myth like a deserted dove
You nurse optimism in my bed of pessimism
And leave me with thorns of sadness
You shine me dry and leave me, why?

II
I will forever remember your rise on me
Like a mound of a yam tuber
I will forever remember your appearance from me
Like a knight in a lovely cameo
I will forever remember your smile like the sun,
Oh son turned angel
And will forever remember your naughty ways
Like an adorable cat
But help me to forget your behind
That back you turned without my looking
Still hurts like a thousand pieces of arrows
Shot all at once, into your mother’s little heart
Ahwinie!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 27, 2019

THE AMMUNITIONLESS WEAPON

Aminata thought and thought
Is she to give her youth to this brown leaf
Ready to fall off the tree of life
And watch her green Musa in another’s arms?
The thought brought shivers down her spine
But which weapon of a mouth does she have
To stand on the battlefield of parental war
To reject Mba Salifu, her father’s chosen?
Marry she must but a plan must save
So she did think

II
The night saw no sleep as she all of it planned
From beneath to the top
Swinging to flinging
Doggying to standying
Fucks after fucks after fucks after fucks
Mba Salifu thought it adorable at first
Then skeptical, then frustratingly fearful!
His home became his hell
Always tiptoeing never to be caught
To be sexually flogged
For there were no mornings in Aminata’s dictionary
She knew not the heat of the afternoons
The serenity of the evenings gingered her on
And the thrills of the night energized her
She was like a bull overworking her master

III
Wɔi wɔi wɔi wɔi wɔi wɔi wɔi wɔi!
This young lady can push this old tree down the tip of death’s cliff
“I must free this bird so I can peacefully sleep on my bed”
And so it was
In a week plus its second subordination
Blaming his ill health for a parting
She led her like a lamb
Home to the bosom she cherished
To be able to blossom together
Aminata’s mischievous smile hides her answer today
As Musa still questions how she did it
A kiss clears his thoughts always
She will never tell him
She will never tell him about the ammunitionless weapon
Which secretly fought the society and won for them their love
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © March 3, 2019

INSENSITIVERS

“Eii w’ayɛ fine o
Wo body no aba kama”
Whatever parcels of meanings you hide
In this sentimental showdown
I’ll have you know
That I didn’t fetch an angel from my land of pleasure
To label him burden
Unfortunate are the years of toil
Unfortunate are the years of struggle
Unfortunate are the years of emotional trawma
But if a real victim lived amidst the horror
It would be he who fought hard and exited grandly
He whose real foods were bitter pills and herbal drills
He whose real water were smelly concoctions impossibly undrinkable
He who was more than a lab rat for certified doctors and fake prophets
He who felt the thunders of seizures and storms of many sicknesses
And had his body on high fires of fevers more than half of each month
He who battled thrice paralysis and won
Worked like a bull by physiotherapists
He who tried hard to box language in actions mostly without success
And lived with the frustration
He, who I summoned into reality to live in suffering

II
So I’ll have you know
He was not to blame
He is never to be blame
Blame must never walk out of your mouth alongside his name
No implications must be sent to my ears no matter how well parcelled
Laying of blame certification lies with me only
And I boldly say
The real blame lies on sickness
Which burdened him more than I
This weight could be stress of letting the self go
After losing my most precious part
So shut it!
You insensitivers!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 16, 2019

ON BEADED WINGS (18+)

On this beautiful day, I come like a knightess, to defray your pickle
Oh be in the mood for a tickle
For there will be a suckle
That will call for an enchanting wriggle
Summoning many an amazing giggle
So let afrukuto, all-fall-down, azuikoto, som-ma-me-nyɔ with patrikotum mingle
And shame days that documented you a single!

II
Prepare beads to beautifully sing
Flying on many a jumpy but cuddly wing
Making sure interest, enthusiasm and goosebumps bring
There should be no difference between loving and a fling
As passions form in forms of a queen and king
Leave all the fickle in tickles around giggles on a beaded wing

III
Let fate write your bait
Freeing all tied and murderous hate
For your loving slate long fixed this date
Open the need-pores of a gate
So you can bliss create with your mate
To reach the station of your orgasmic state

IV
On this day
All actions must say
All lonely nights must merge to lay
To make a historic satisfaction hay
To cross out many a painful waits in past may
To, like angels arriving in heaven, feel a welcoming okay
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb. 14, 2019

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FLAMES

Expectations hide in this day
When hearts hide wishes dreamt about in telepathic conversations
Maybe Valentine needed bars on his emotions
And not his person

II
There are those who wear beautiful handcuffs applauded
By society as crowns
Hiding fountains of tears caused by deceptions unmentionable
They may be paraded but with their hearts silently in grinding machines
Why many eyes in watch somersault in envy is still a mystery
Maybe the unhave’s excitement blinds minds of hearts

III
There are those who chase after those chasing after naughts in trousers
Or skirts
Their realities hiding in bottles which knock them out in pity
They call it unfair but to the world it is square
Unfortunate are those whose halves are in wombs of tombs
Red painting sadness in daunting loneliness

IV
There are those whose knees are rebelling
Against their tasting of hard floors in submission
For partners far from the praying premises
Their lonely beds sympathetic but without locomotion to help in the search

V
Yet there are those who have them in line
From Kwadwo to Kwesi in their different shapes and sizes;
Like a rich man’s child with interest in toy collectibles,
Well timed in gift submissions and outing appointments
Agyawaadwo!

VI
Still there are those who carry themselves on pans for sale
Mercies for the lonely and perhaps the unloved
Unfortunate are those whose rivers of clear happiness
Have been muddied because of poverty
Their only makeup hiding in days where Valentine
And his gifts are long forgotten

VII
Thankfully, there are those like stars lighting themselves up in the dark to glow
Needing none to flow in self appreciation
Whatever you are
Whoever your heart calls out to
However you hope
It is one day out of many
Which deserves no commotion
The nation of love is built everyday until breath parts body
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 14, 2019

ONCE IN A LIFETIME

Overflowing
Blood of hearts merged and urged by fate
In there, everyday models Valentine’s deeds
Harvesting laughter in serene happiness
Many are in the embrace
Eating from the plates of love with the fork of contentment
It makes me turn Michael Bolton’s tune into a question
Are you the one he sings of for me in
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one love you find
Just once in a lifetime?”

II
What am I asking for?
A heart with a heartbeat of trust, care, tenderness and determination
What am I giving?
A heart with a heartbeat of trust, care, tenderness and determination
What am I hoping for?
A she and a he
Turning into a we
A me and a you turning into us
So I am asking again
Are you the one for me in Bolton’s
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one love you find
Just once in a lifetime?”

III
What could a we do?
Dance under naked skies
As stars and the moon sing melodies just for us
Fingers laced to stand strong in winds and storms mischievously cooked up by life
Shoulders readily available at every forming of our tears
Hands readily holding when the earth’s slimes trick us into falls
A walk together to the end
So please answer the question
Are you the one Bolton sings of for me in
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one that you find
Just once in a lifetime?”

IV
If you are
These hands will never let you go
As libations will be poured on prayers
For all trees to whisper through winds, their prayers for us to stay together
All birds will lend us the strength of their wings
To get through the most difficult of times
So please come clear
Are you the mine in Bolton’s
“Once in a lifetime
You find the one you really love
For now and forever
One love that never ends
Once in a lifetime
When every star that lights the sky
Will shine with one reason
Leading your heart to the one that you find
Just once in a lifetime?”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 14, 2019

Credit: Michael Bolton’s “Once in a Lifetime” chorus was used.

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

MODELLING UNSEEN PAIN WITHIN

I look at the grieving me in any mirror
And see the monstrous horns of horror
I think about the remaining you in the cold
In between the teeth that earth crush in fold
Then I remember I was told
There was a concrete with cement sold
To the mouth of the earth through the cold
Still I think, will you be served to the moth
Who will enjoy you with a ketchup of rot?
Always at that point, this your earthly maker, feels caught
And extremely tortured by fear that conscience bought
From even the least mistakes that contributed
To your transformation into the dish of death
Then she detests her legs for stepping on the earth
And her body for riding on its legs
Knowing you are in there
Oh this is so unfair!

II
Cruelty is missing a dear
Whose voice you can never hear
Though the distance is only six feet deep
Deep loving’s machete is definitely heartbreakage of parting
I am butchered in so many pieces
Pieces of disdain
Pieces of insanity
Pieces of fretting
Pieces of regretting
Pieces of hurting
Pieces of stressing
Pieces of disbelief
Pieces of psychosis
Pieces of hate
Pieces of bitterness
Pieces of blame
Pieces of begrudging
Pieces of God taunting
Pieces of loss
Pieces of self pity
Pieces of slugging
Pieces of devastation
Pieces of cursing
Pieces of pleading
Pieces of praying
Pieces of fear
Pieces of tears
Pieces of the clumsy
Pieces of burning
And pieces fighting for calm
All beaded and adorned on the bones of this ghost
Which parades the me which hypocritically lives like an unharmed
You are in my blood
You are so in my veins
You are engraved in my bones
Carved deeply in my heart
Hanging as a huge portrait in the chamber of my mind
Never ever to be forgotten
Kwadjo Opoku Ahwinie!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 31, 2018

THE OFTEN UNNOTICED BLESSING

A great friend is like a clean river
In days of drought
A good friend is like the most delicious meal
In days of hunger
A good friend is like rain
When you, like the earth, scatter in dust,
They fall to piece you together

II
A good friend is like thunder
Giving shortest light in darkest times amidst roaring
To hold your sanity and dust for clarity
A good friend is like a measuring tape
Straightening in your crookedness
Telling the height of your impact
Width of your capabilities
Breadth of your failures
Wrapping your emotions in care and love

III
A good friend is the shoes of childhood
The diary of teenage
The pillow of adulthood
And the crown of old age
That is who you are
That is who you’ve been
That is how you bless me
That is who you’ll always be
My beautiful Small Rat and affable Ofui!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 21, 2018

MARRY A MAN

Marry a man
Marry a man and not a boy
Marry a man as fair as the sun in judgement
A man who looks at you like a myth, a beautiful myth
Which is like wealth he can never lose
Marry a man who feels no pangs of failure in your successes
And has no ready extinguisher for your dreams

II

Marry a man
Marry a man with a golden secret vault of thoughts
Which can keep you and your beautiful dirt safely locked
Even when hurricanes of fury put you both
In whirlwinds of separation

III
Marry a man
Marry a man with a natural magnet
A natural magnet that bonds you even from afar
A natural magnet that keeps his hands around you
Glues his eyes on you
And catches the radar of your emotions
No matter how complex

IV
Marry a man
Who is like a mirror
Which reflects your beauty and points out your errors
In beautiful but correcting ways
All the while remaining clear

V
Marry a man
A man whose ears work more than his mouth
A man without fists in provocations
A man who loses to you in inconsequential things

VI
Marry a man
Marry a man with a smile
A man whose thoughts feel your tiredness
One who knows no gender
And has a hugging ability like the God of love

VI
Marry a man
Marry a man with romantic bones
One who sweats to plan for your smile and laughter
And will know your little you
Taste your little you
An explorer of your secret caves like no other
A teaser and a pleasurer

VIII
Marry a man
Marry a man like your guard
One whose hands are without metal gloves
And is as transparent with his coffers as clearest of waters
A man who is himself even in your rains
A man who makes you rush home from wherever
No matter how exciting it promises
Marry a man, a man by all means and not a boy
A boy who can act coy and make you a toy
Marry a friend, a ride or die friend
You owe your beautiful bodies that
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Nov. 29, 2018

PRINCE 1

It started like child’s play
As you listened to the naught I say
It started like a fake dream
A soothing balm on hurt scream
Oh a snail’s pace would have won
If it was a competition started by a horn
But you did creep in, somehow

II
Now I am left thinking
Whether the thought of approach was that thinking
Or an afterthought
Bought after a will’s fought
Never think me sly
Truly I am an innocentia in that dawning fort
But I did feel, on your thoughts, high
As the mind pricked to answers sought

III
Unfortunately there was a jolt
Abruptly made by a revelation
Which to many might be blessings
But to this mind, a warning
Blame not the you
Who saw the fingers which wore not your ring
Its head was crowned and damaged long ago
By the cursed royalty of adulthood
Making firmness one of her many flaws

IV
If there was ever a prince I envisaged
Standing close, shadow to shadow, in the light of sunset
That was you no matter how brief
If there was ever a peace in fantasy
Ridden by chariots of my dreams
You promised a perfect companion
I just hope, decisions like mine
Will not separate the handshake of friendship
Built on tickets of hard trust
This is me, one in much
A soul difficult to see
Seen by your expert eyes
But fate has written a perfect script
In whose ink on my loving sheets, you are hardly seen
I just hope you are blessed with a me
No matter how rare
Who will squeeze out all the love there is
To blend with yours into your mortal eternity
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 26, 2018

ALWAYS MY BABY IN MY HEART

On this day I severe the placenta of care
With the scissors of nonsensical ties
Brought forth by atrocious idiocy
Nevertheless, you are my baby in my heart

II
On this day
I make you a trap
A trap made for heads drunk with bitterness
Living in a forest of no- sense
Should they step a little on you
By Jove they will know
You are my baby in my heart

III
Be the strong you’ve always been
Be that warrior you’ve always been
Never bow to the hurricanes that battle you on health fields
Mama’s prayers add on libations of your ancestry
Because you will always be my baby in my heart

IV
It is just unfortunate I yoked an insane poison to pollute your rights
It is just unfortunate I was bitten by a rabid dog of naivety
To push you into a madhouse of chaos
But Akwaasuamu and Asubone protect you
You are the great grandson of Nana Yaw Agyare
One no knife must touch lest the hand that wields suffers extinction
You are a royal who fits the throne of Abetifi
Oh sickness is a dare!
Even in your loneliness
Know you will always be my baby in my heart

V
A curse hangs on any finger that will point ill your way
Blindness will uproot any eye that will cast evil your way
Let any heart that hate on you try
A blast will put it into the past
Know you’ve always been my religion
And will always be my baby in my heart
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October, 17, 2018

ROUGH

Are you a meteorologist of femininity
Reading through its seasons to pick?
Are you a weather so changing a blue
Combing through skies to lick?
Are you a fire, burning through seasons to kill?
You definitely must be a chameleon, reflective of every passing colour!

II
You picked me up like sunny season
Only to drop me in season rainy
Like a stale spittle in a royal mouth
To pick but a clone of me
One who fell from your branch by harmattan’s dawn call
Only for your cycle to continue with different specimen in season
Are you a wicked walking sky?

III
I pray
For you to be burnt by a hotter sun
Hosted by you to set at your will
I pray
For you to meet a fiery thunder
After an enlightening lightning strikes your cruel cue
I pray
For you to lose your lining silver
After one hot made clouds!
Pray
No harmattan drains your juices
After your taunting spells
Nature should be fair to call you to discipline
To give you a punishing crown of pain
For all the fallen seasons oh you wicked sky!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 9, 2018

GIVING YOU UP

There are plants that grow not in certain soils
There are plants whose nutrients are found in questionable soils
My soil lost to you in nutrients
And age has been a witness
So I had to give you up

II
You might not know but I dug a foundation of hard work
To lay bricks of finances to see you well
I combed nations to get the best materials
And hired masons well vexed to work
To work on you all to no avail
If tears to God could renew
It would have as I built seas just for you
Since naught worked and your half builder chased me with problems so varied
I had to give you up

III
There might be a day when I would be called to your court
A day when you will question me for abandoning your building
A day when hatred built by your new soil will shake our love
But know I know no malice when it comes to you
And all I did was to see you well
Words can only express truths and not all feelings
You would’ve known stories that got me worried
But on this day, I pray for forgiveness
For giving you up

IV
For every second you’ll be on my mind just like a plastering on a wall
For every hour you’ll be in my prayers just like the lining of the sky
Each day will be hell without you
But what can I do when your contributory half
Proved demon to collapse my world
And forced me to give you up?
Rains of sadness are falling in my heart
And blinding my eyes
All I have to say is sorry, so so sorry
For giving you up
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 20, 2018

THIS MATHEMATICS OF DATING (Crazy Stanzas)

We have travelled through riddles
Where subs were added in set fiddles
Who at all broke the middles
To bring us to this confusion of lonely needles?

II
We knew familiar binary numbers of hearts
In fractions birthically laid out in charts
Now positive and negative integers are left to try out
Spark fires of hatred and crowd shout
To lay bare trignometries of trickstering timbers
In root fingering into vaginominal embers
Before a day’s rain marks a day
Of their loving decay

III
Which bin houses the filth made out of logical reasoning
Which graphed spiritism in the fear of sexual seasoning
To cut its percentages of obedience to naught
Buying through variations of statically stylistic taught
Causing vectors of expressions to snake through tinglings of transformations
Through body rotations and translations
Which collage visuals of reflections
In a future of happiness and or dejection?

IV
We know about the use of menstrual mensuration
To run through circles, then angles in hopeful construction
Of beautiful storeys of relations
Many a sine, cosine and tangent have crushed
On staged stages rushed
And have received many a bash
And societal tongue lash
Swish, showoff, put out, walk no talking
Planes of dramatic surds in absurd stalking
Then sequences of grieving
Logarithms of hypocritical I-Am-Doing-Better-Than-You-ing
Until another fish falls into the net of either
Who acts not in pleasing of neither
But to dig hurts of the audience

V
This mathematics of dating
Has lost its rating
Just as Ananse’s wisdom tickles slates of minds
It just sits in danger of shelving on stands of behinds
Harvesting pa-hwim in body sparks and offing
In a pay as you go body satisfaction
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 15, 2018

CRUMPLING HEARTS

The lightless sky smiles with doom
This heart’s sigh responds with gloom
For you are the lie which walks the night with no moon

II
All the promises made in fantasy
And all the raw wishes saved in fallacy
Still battle these stitches binding this heart

III
Yet you yell in my deepest cell
Still selling bane for my hottest hell
But mouth’s bell can none tell

IV
We are hearts which speak best in hate
We are hats which are worn best in bait
We are hurts whose remedy is in our late
And I am breaking, breaking down with every knowing
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © June 3, 2018

THE HUMAN COOKS (Celebrating Mothers)

The starting point of every race
Births successes
The rising point of the sun
Births light
Just as palm trees have no useless parts
Mothers, even in graves, shelter our souls
In spiritual protection
Who is without a mother’s is
Or, in sad terms, a mother’s was?

II
Like hens, they struggle to hatch
Like eagles, they are vigilant in protection
Like horses, they are ever ready to serve
Like donkeys, they seek to carry burdens of their seeds
Even if their backs break
Even chameleons can’t change their colours
As mothers do to protect their young
So who can deflate the air in a mother’s happy baloon?

III
Beings who humanity owe by default!
Humans without whom humans are naught!
Bridges of life and death!
The gentle balm on sores of childhood!
The unfailing mattresses of falls of teen-aging!
The great masseuse on pains of adulthood!
The comforting chests in fears of death!
Who can light his roof
And stand aloof without a struggle?

IV
Goddesses of this globe!
Beautiful hearts in brave but slender enclaves!!
Beings who share everything, including heartbeats!!!
The best pots on fires of life!!!
We hail your existence!!!
Celebrate your creation!!!
Pamper your sore feet which never tire in running for our sake!!!
If love were rivers
We would gift you seas in your worship
May Odomankomah keep you
Even as you wish for the best for yours
On your day of felicitations and thanksgiving
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 13, 2018

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