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

Photo Credit: Google Pics

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

Photo Credit: Google Pics

​CHILD OF MINE


Baby mine

Do not, for the attention of these storms pay a dime

Life in suns and rains rhyme

So let’s let these storms, their time chime

You beautiful sun of mine


II

You were picked from the world of passion

With wishes of building for you a happy nation

Breaking backs to give you a perfect station

But life’s travel shows no future action

Hence my sorry reaction


III

I wish your ails had a walking bell

I would have sheltered you like a shell

And taken its guns regardless of its pain’s spell

Even if it meant arrest of my soul in death’s cell

But its talkless sneakers teamed with my unaware gel

So you innocent soul in running fell


IV

Even as these storms roar

As our needs soar

In many an eye’s tour

And many a mansion holds no door

For our weary feet to talk less of a floor

Our sethood changes not even if Satans in conventions abhor

So fight even in this poor


V

I will always you cheer

Even if tears blind in my fear

I will always your guns share

Even if ammunitions of injections and medications cost in queer

I will always stay here

Where your fists blow death’s steer

Hoping and praying for a win, my dear

But if this breaks your gear

Know you will forever be engraved here

In this heart and always be near

For this journey is of us

You and I 

And our God whose existence shakes my mythical confusions

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb. 2, 2017

​ANGEL OF HIDDEN GOOSEBUMPS


There is a summer hut

On the roof of the moon

Which all prying eyes cut

Waiting for us to swoon

So do those problems shut


II

We need our hands threaded in symphony

Our feet running in a perfect dance

To tickling sounds of harmony

Our eyes writing our thoughts in each other at any chance

Making our tongue’s pools our sweet and ever tasteful honey


III

Let our laughter rise from our souls

To massage our feet

And strengthen our soles

As happy songs follow through our street

Through our glowing hollow holes


IV

Oh gracious holes, where jumpy songs metamorphose into cool

Only to our fluttery hearts soothe

Who cares if we merge into a fool

With a heartbeat oh so smooth

As long as we end as each’s perfect loving stool?


V

After tickling ourselves silly

Like magical eagles, let’s fly to moon’s roof

You in me and I in you, even better in the chilly

As we each laugh at our many a goof

Climbing through the hardened even through the hilly

You are after all the angel of all my hidden goosebumps!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 20, 2018

AT THIS CROSSROADS

At this crossroads

Where good leads to bad

And bad leads to good

Stands the whip of fear

At all ends


II

At this crossroads

Righteousness begets pain

While cruelty begets peace

Yet conscience acts judge

With a gavel of suffering


III

The lioness in me battles the sheep I am

The tears in me drowns the heart I have

Weakened nerves promise electrocution

Of wits and sanes and love and suns

Yet this crossroads have no pointers


IV

Is there an ultimate judge

For an afterlife trial in a life’s dilemma?

Is there a hell fire for a righteous crime?

Is there a punishment for a sin of love?

Life’s rhetorics butcher like a savage, at these crossroads

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 12, 2018

​LET YOUR KINDNESS WALK


Let, let your kindness walk

In sneakers on these slippery tiles of need

Let, let your kindness walk

In knighthood in this festival to feed

Let, let your kindness walk

Like Santas who give to goodness lead

Let, let your love walk the talk of giving


II

There are bodies living in nakedness

Walking in paupering madness

There are stomachs of roaringness

Living in pain of weakness

There are hearts sitting in loneliness

Hoping for a smile of humaneness

There are hearts living on bitterness

Hoping for acts of kindness

So let, let your love walk the talk of love

To please the celebrant above

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 22, 2017

​COME BACK

Videos keep playing

Where you shyly, with roses

In sweat, called Holy Moses 

In proposing


II

How a perfect vehicle

Zoomed into a thorny bush

And saw itself in an empty desert

Has opened my sky of tears


III

The video of you playing horse

In the shore of peace

Me, playing sheep

In the shores of settlement

Begs to be born

But alas! Time’s driver refuses to reverse


IV

From electrifying kisses

To enemy hisses

Touching Blisses

To sad misses

Painful disses

Which threw in the hard pisses

I wish it all did rhyme


V

Where the road is long

And pair needs to share

Do come back

I sure will be the smile

Which will go the mile

And the knot which will end the flow of chaos


IV

These sheets have placed me

And the phantom you in a court of blame

It so does me shame

And I wish you could see

Do come back if lateness is not the arms of another

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © November 16, 2017

Photo Credit: Google pics

PERSPECTIVES

​The stance of an eye

And its distance

Determines the visions thereof

Like plants in the different pores of the earth

We stand in view of a portion

So how can our mouths be in judgement seats

Audienced by other eyes and ears

In marking right from wrong?


II

God may appear in different beings things and souls

To different beings, things and souls

An eye may see God in a river

A river another deem his chamber pot

Another may see Him in another being

A being who may seem foolish to another

Another may see Him in the sky

The sky which some consider only in lightning and darkening plate

Some skin may feel Him in words

Words which act noise in the ears of others

There are those who see Him in animals

Animals which serve as delicacies to others

What about those who see Him in stones?

Stones which are naught but hindrance to some farmers

So who has the best eyes to judge?


III

Who has the best eyes to judge?

I believe it is none but an ignorant crown

Who sees and knows only what society plastered in his mind

Let thinking minds sit into digging

Digging best from the knowledge of what is

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 13, 2017

​WHICH IS THE RIGHT WAY

Which is the right way?

The rough route with sharp stones

The smooth route with the slippery oil?

Or the cool road built with a painful patience?



II

Which is the right way?

Rebellion to conquer slavery

Battle to kill desires

Or dialogue to smoothen seams?

Which is the right way?

Which is the right way?


III

Bliss is an expensive kiss

Which, as flies sitting on sugar, feeds on work

On patience

On humility

On sacrifices

Yet many want a goal without a run


IV

Mouths can curse and bless

As teeth watch and tongues stir

A choice calls from all angles

Heed your best to get a chest

Which reliably follows through your hollows

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©September 20, 2017

LOVE

Love is when the heart
Stands at the dilemic path of uncertainties and possibilities

II
Love is when misunderstandings
Blow over and turn fun
To vaporize into lessons

III
Love is when thoughts sway afar
Sitting with memories of one in a present shadow

IV
Love is when you open your mind to dream
Thinking of what others might think
As you bond with one whose past
Hides in adornment of a picture alluring

V
Love is when you lower your gun
To let someone fly
Even when you nurse broken wings

VI
Love is when the unbearable becomes bearable
When you yearn to fetch
All pain from the heart connected
Thinking you are above pain
Love is giving than receiving
Giving everything with no thoughts of profits
Love is
Whatever makes you smile in satisfaction
Amoafowaa Sefa C. February 14, 2017

BECAUSE OF LOVE

I have a heart
Whose magnetic eyes see it all
From the sighs to wishes from afar
Right up to fantasies I can never fulfill
But I stay rooted
Because of love

II
I have a mind which murders all
And bisect to disect every detail
From my traditional thoughts
To my bold stance
And how you wish them gone
But who will I be without them?
I know someone even I won’t recognize
Your voice tells it all
But you stay because of love

III
I live in words
And you live in rocks, loving wood
When I love the worship of living trees and air
Loving the space where I freeze our beautiful memories
In words none can erase
I know how hard it is for us
But we stay rooted because of love

IV
I know I love showing my back
You love turning me right back
Slapping me with reasons
Urging me with facts
Raining amidst thunders of truth
You do all
I know it is because of love

V
What will love give to two
After strapping them like goats on its pole?
A question which hangs on our crowns of security
But love me because of love
As I do
Just because of love
When love flees and frees
Let’s then look back at its prison in apt emulation
All for nothing but love
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Jan. 14, 2017

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

WHEN YOU FEEL THE DRIFT

When you feel him drifting
Heart races in sad palpitations
Fears roll in high doses
Pain slices deep in soul
But what is a woman to do
When his heart drifts?

II
Pain is the reluctance to chat
Harm is the secret of neglect
Murder is the hidden other
Hiding, and cheating
Tactfully dismissing
Skillfully leaving
What is a woman to do
When his heart drifts?

III
Weakness of love
Is its guns shot when forever shortens into goodbye
Weakness of trust is the ray cast on a secret rendezvous
Even in tiny bits
Love spills like water
Seeping through the harmattan pores of madness
What is a man to do when her heart drifts?

IV
Winners are they who experience rejection
Are kicked by shame of its suppression
And rise like Davids
To conquer the Goliaths of absolute control
And finish-hoods
Life holds swords and chests
A cut
A hug
A balance is fair
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) Nov. 12, 2016

IN LOVE’S NEST

The beginning of love
Is like the beginning of creation
I am sure God’s heart raced
As he created it all
His joy sat in a celebratory palanquin
Developed wings and danced like an all powerful ruler
Hailed by satisfaction as a look upon jubilant
When all was done

Chorus:
My ears can imagine his symphony in orchestration
‘Pa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na naaaa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Na na na na na na
Pa pa na na na na
Pa na na na aa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Na pa na na na na’

II
I am sure he thought he found a friend
So pampered Adam like a baby
Cuddled,  held hands
Laughed and felt his smile even without him
Such fire of purity can only make one hear

Chorus
‘Pa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na naaaa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Na na na na na na
Pa pa na na na na
Pa na na na aa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Na pa na na na na’

III
The thoughtfulness of curbing loneliness
Must have forced God to make another
A more powerful breed
Who unfortunately was a channel of deceit
Breaking the heart of God
Like a shattered fresh egg
I can hear the sorrow in his groan

Chorus
‘Pa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na naaaa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Na na na na na na
Pa pa na na na na
Pa na na na aa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Na pa na na na na’

IV
That might have forced the curses
That might have caused the pain
That might have deepened the animosity
And man turned into the labourer
Could man be Africa, God be God and Eve be the intruders?
Wait, let me guess this sad tune
Chorus
‘Pa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na naaaa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Na na na na na na
Pa pa na na na na
Pa na na na aa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Na pa na na na na’

V
Our flutters are over
Our loving friction so over
If animosity now reigns
As God in anger flees
What is our prayer to fix the broken?
Can we see hands held high to reach out?
Can we see hearts cry out to reach out?
Can we see minds working bodies to mend?
Sorrowful tunes cased for a once happy tune sucks
It goes like the steps of a game of death
Chorus
‘Pa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na naaaa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Na na na na na na
Pa pa na na na na
Pa na na na aa
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Pa na na na na
Na pa na na na na’
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) November 1, 2016

TASTE OF LOVE

Image result for bing moving images of love

Pushed by loving winds from my home tree

Onto dead leaves

I have smelt much unpleasantness

Tasted rot

Been blown here and there

A pawn of the air

II

I have searched deserts

And felt the pelts of sand

Barely made it out with visible holes all over

A poor little leaf like me

I saw the scents of nectar drawing butterflies in

I saw not the flies that hover

And the wilting that waited

So combed forests

And felt the thorns of smiling flowers

Felt the blows of falling leaves

Felt the chase of dryness

Losing breath and panting for that which drags

Now I need a taste of love

III

I need a taste of love

To be set free from the dragging wind

I need the honey of love

To be weighty in settlement

I need a taste of love

To get a testimony to garnish history

I need a taste of love

Love, like the one fantasy swoons to tell

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) November 1, 2016

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FOOLED

Nana Pokuah
I went to the market to buy fruit
I bought water melon
Thinking it green through and through
Only to cut and see how red it was within
And how cumbersome its many seeds clung to its bleed
Little minds are like watery flour mix
Only heat can harden them to feed
I was completely fooled
I learnt the hard way

II
Next, I bought some apples
Only to find white at the slightest prick of teeth
Then pawpaw with green frame revealed its yellow self
When my knife probed
Accusing I plucked it young
Hard heats into harder
Harder fanning to hardest
What is after hardest?
Breakages?

III
Banana also fooled me
Even black berry showing its varying colours
Orange is no different
Why will coconut be any different?
Which fruit will hide no deceit?

IV
Nana Pokuah
Should I stop buying and plucking?
Should I move onto vegetables though a vegetable?
Ha ha
I know your insulting curses echo
In the caves of death
Take a joke, will you?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) October 3, 2016