​HONOUR THIS PRAYER


You know the spine of every palm frond

Holds it firmly 

Even in the slaps and blows of the wind

You know a seed holds the future of its fruit

You know divinations of norms

Twist paths of stories

I am on this drive which the winds of life turn

Abrempong mu Obrempong

Lead my drive!


II

In a vehicle where I am a passenger in a bit

A mate in a bit

A driver in a bit to be turned into a passenger again

Only to get off at your appointed station

I need you to perfect my seed

I need you to fix its all

I need you to hold it into independence

So I don’t turn the alighted not so delighted

Anyame mu Onyame

Lead my drive!


III

This road is filled with claws and pores

Yet my tyres have no where else to thread

Every puncture fills the fun of fickles

Every stop digs the greed of pushers

Every break oils the need of the unscrupulous

Every empty tank calls for even thirsty gallons

So Odomankomah!

Odi Asaase yi so ahenkan!

Judah mu gyata!

Please lead my drive!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Dec. 17, 2017

A PLEA FOR ALL

Hope

Dawn is opening morning’s doors

Freeing beings like birds to fly

Look keenly and see the lie

As some with feathers tower above legs

II

Birds are known to fly to seek

Food they peck with oh their beaks

Crippling birds do seem so weak

With their dangers so in chase

But what of the blind and lonely bird?

III

As we prepare to step out

With mythical loads of problems so weighing down

Cover our sadness with great smiles

With our weaknesses polished down

No head is carried with no need

Do ensure that we all do feed

And like a grateful nightingale

Our thanks will surely bless in tunes

Our Maker

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) December 14, 2016

(Photo Credit: Google pics)