THEY WITHOUT PREJUDICES

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

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

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

TOUCH NOT MY ANNOINTED

He owns diamonds in silver
And claims he deserves it because of his wastage of saliva
…on his make-believe podium
Now he selects juicy apples to crack on his mat in hues
…to mark to live above sin
…as his following Johns look and join
In an open revelation awaiting the original Revelations
Still, the church dwells on “touch not my anointed”
…to condone the foolishness in planting

II
Poverty is the spirit posing holy to bless his people
Hunger is the hope-whip
…forcing them into fasting and prayers
…with deluded hope of an opened heaven gate
Deception has gauged the eyes of the minds of all followers
Leading manipulation to play them like strings on a piano
Adorned with beads of loss
…the followers find struggling beautiful
They preach their state godly in light
And see the right as Satanic in darkness
All because the anointed can do no wrong

III
Whatever voodoos they use to enchant
Is working beyond measure
As even some educated get misled
…like stupid sheep
…shedding the clothes of hardwork
…to put on gowns of deceptive miracles
How can our feet see the right paths
…to turn into roads
…to reach the destination of development?

IV
Preachers breaching codes to leach on the helpless!
Worms acting cobras to poison a whole section!
Your fires of hell are fast approaching
…through the dragon of enlightenment
Your reign must come to an end
For the whole to recover
…from the horrible holes you’ve dug with your pickaxes of greed
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia September 22, 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 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 weak 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 –
…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

MO NNUE – (For the family of the Takoradi girls)

There is nothing painful
Like hope dangling by the minute
…followed by uncertainties the next minute
…then fear of loss in another minute
Ah ɛnanom, agyanom ne anuanom
…mo nnue mmowai!

II
It was such a long scary road
…in the vehicle of despair
It was such a heart wrenching journey
…and you were served unfair
It was painful clouds on your skies which took so long to clear
…with their angry thunders
…and deceptive lightning
Which all came down on your roofs in desperate rains
…and turned swords of hurt
…to wound your hearts
Even we, as onlookers, are shedding bloody tears
Who can doubt your trauma?
Ah ɛnanom, agyanom ne anuanom
…mo nnue o!

III
Even after being served bodies
…after losing their breaths
Many a mourners have cursed their souls
…and God
I have been there
…I know
Even after battling fair sicknesses and losing
Many a mourners have shut themselves in rooms of pain
…I so know
…because I’ve felt it
Losing healthy lasses you’ve toiled to raise
…into teens and young adults
Not through sicknesses
…but bad weeds in the nation
…and having authorities fail you in your hard trust
Must be like bullets being fired on innocent bodies
Ah ɛnanom, agyanom ne anuanom
…mo nnue o!

IV
Yes, your minds will travel through torture
Self blame –
…for not trading all you had to save their lives
Heart bleeds
…for not knowing the suffering served them
…before they turned dishes on death plates
Hurt
…because your nation failed to save your own
Afraid
…of losing the others that remain your rocks
Sadness –
…for being the powerless life keepers of your beloved
And scarred
Never ever to forget the loss that pain dug into huge wounds
But try a forgiveness of self
…try thinking of death as the destination we will all reach
…and dodge remembrance
…even if it means humming a tune
Ah ɛnanom, agyanom ne anuanom
…mo nnue o!

V
You’re not alone in your mourning
Yours is a shared mourning
…all citizens cursing with you
Yours is a national disgrace
…that all leaders dread has happened
You’ve been wronged
You’ve been so wronged
But be strong
Ah ɛnanom, agyanom ne anuanom
…mo nnue!
…mo nnue o!
Na mo nhyɛden!
So the angels will find rest
…through your strength
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 18, 2019

Failed! – TO THE ELITES

You’re roosters who have lost their crows
To the snorts of pigs
Who mislead your people
Into wriggling in dirt
You’re the roosters who peck on everything unimportant
Leaving dire issues rotting like unattended sores
You’re herbs which have turned useless leaves
Failing to heal your nation’s sicknesses
Yet demanding for undeserving ovation
What is the importance of toothpaste
If it can freshen no mouth after brushing?
You’ve failed on the sail as navigators to our right destinations

II
You have the strength to win the masses
And check the wealth politicians amass
To help in building comfortable classes
And cut short all the dubious religious ritual mass
So we can shame poverty with our hippy glasses
Yet you sit like scattered weeds
…used as grammar show-humans
…to validate media channels
…with few followers
As worthless thinkers steal your thunders
…and act Gods in suits that define your formality
And send you straight to the gutters of no attention

III
As some of you chase meat in skirts of your mentees
And some of you brag like rags needing to convince
…their land owners that they’re no trash
As some kill challengers with threats of failure and no promotion
And some turn hands of the corrupt to loot
As some turn indifferent fishes
Swimming to other nations to act lotuses
And all of you live like different plants on separated lands
The years run without stops
And our failure spreads like cancerous canker
…branding us hopeless

IV
Can’t you all come together
And be a Pearl Asiamah
To battle nonsensical lords planting false yams
In the minds of the populace
Branding them useless to the cause of development?
Can’t you all lead a tutoring on mandates of the electorate?
Can’t you all leave your head swells
And join the war of poverty
And its ills of xenophobia
…brain drain
…monstrous epidemic
…hunger
By fighting the soldiers of corruption?
Aren’t you failed navigators on our ailing seas?

V
A master should be the duster of clustered idiocy in unblessed minds
A master should be an activist for rights of the vulnerable
A doctor must help heal the ills of the society
A professor must be the prophet of the people
…leading them through the right path
…identifying threats that will harm
An Emeritus must be an advisor on the boards of rulers
As degree holders act apprentices in their work shoes
But you’re theoritical bosses in practical fright
Most of you wanting to join the looting
You’re inventors in name, deedless in deed
You have failed
You have oh so failed
Your books were nothing but fraud makers
Whose teachings are only own greed
…and nothing more
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 17, 2019

ANGER

Anger can push you from success town
To the broken hut of a ridiculed clown
Anger can make you slip from the apex of respect
To the stinking feet of disrespect
Anger has caused many to fall from the mountain of gain
Into the ditch of disdain
Fence well your anger
…in a barn of control
…before it monstrously destroys your hard earned reputation

II
Anger is a demon
…which blinds in summon
Anger is like poison
…which knocks out the engine of reason
Anger is a bush fire
…which burns all that farmers acquire
…with hard work
Anger is like boiling water
…which has freshly lost its fire
Guguru-guguru-guguru until air calms it
…then it realizes it is part of the ordinary water family
There, nothing can erase the shame of loud pomposity
…when it was in its boiler
Nothing can reverse any burns it might have caused
Kill your anger before it kills
…your bright

III
So let ears help in closing
…when annoyances pass their mark
Let eyes help in diversion
…when sight sights a spark
Let legs help in walking
When fury hurry in building
To check the spread of the fire
…which wires to destroy revered personalities
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 16, 2019

SPEAK OUT

Sometimes clouds of sadness can form in our minds
Sometimes thunders of fears will blast through it
As Will lights to die in an ill lightning
When you reach that point
…SPEAK OUT

II
If you don’t
The sadness will rain down your inner
…and flood your body
Drowning your soul and killing your spirit
Leaving no room for your body to survive
So please do the needful
…SPEAK OUT

III
There is nothing unsolvable
There is nothing beyond human
There is no problem shared unheard
And fallibility includes vulnerability
So SPEAK OUT
By all means REACH OUT
Do your best to LET OUT
Any depression suppressing your expression
And forcing an impression of a no way out

IV
You are more than you think capable
So share a problem
…to offload
So you can be lighter to walk
…until you reach life’s final destination
…gracefully
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 15, 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

AKUTIABƆ

Ei akutia?
Akutia a ɛmmaa nnipa ntatia
…tiatia Kwaku Nketia anuonyam so
…wɔ Obo Nkwantia maa krom hɔ nkɔnkɔn-mpete susɔ no sɛɛ sɔ sɔ sɔ sɔ
…yɛɛ n’abrabɔ pasaa no?
Abena Amoafowaa Jemremedua, Agowa dɔ ba
…me mma no nka me kaba
…na abɛka me sliiti

Ib
Ɛyɛ ɔbɔdamfoɔ na etumi ne mframa bɔ kasatwɛdeɛ amansan ani so
Ɛyɛ ohufoɔ na ɛbɔ nsɛmyaw adegya
…wɔ mmerɛ a n’abodin ataadeɛ wɔ hɔ
Nsɛm a enni din nhia akataesia anaa abrantepa biara ntwiee
…wɔ kwan biara so
Sɛ wo ma akutia asowa a
…na ɛko tia tia wo faahodee so

II
Wobɛtumi ahyɛ nsɛmhunu m’ataade agu me pioto so
…ahyɛ no me kro-chia
…de m’asomdeɛ apii ne so
Wo pɛ a, bɔ mɔdin kyerɛ no m’akyia yie
…na kyerɛ no me nne
Sɛ me din aanfam ho a
…ɛneɛ na w’ato opete tuo
…wɔ brɛ a China ni biara ngyina hɔ
Me din bɔ ho mpo n’aɛdaa ne sɛn?

III
Ɛyɛ babasu-hu na ɛkyikyiri ammodin bɔ ahiyie ho
Ɛyɛ oniadeyɔ na ɛsɛye ne mmrɛ
…keka nsɛmtwie de gye gye ntɔkwa hunu
Enti wo dane wo ho kraman bɔdamfuo a
Mɛ dane me ho adukrom dua kɛseɛ
Ama w’apɔ wo wowowowo asɛi w’anum ntasuo kwa

IV
Ɔkraman a onni seɛ
…na ɛpɔ kyɛre wɔ n’ataafo anim
Akutia ne nan o
…na m’ama n’awura m’adwen mu
…n’ankampɛsɛ abɛtiatia m’ahotɔ so –
…onua
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 13, 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

MY MUSIC VIDEO (18+)

Shea buttered melanic bodies display
Scantily clad at the junction of stickdom
Some faces needfully smileless
Other faces hopefully smileful
Some waists twirling
Some hard buttocks twerking
As I sing

II
I ring the ding to dong like a gong
I am the tongue to bless with a song
I need your wriggle to shed your ego
So I can lotto a win in your bingo
So let muscles dance
Give giggling flat breasts a hopping chance
And I will sprinkle the cash
Your heart needs in a rush

Ib
Eyes open in wild need
Mouths open in needy feed
Six packs act sea waves
Moving into greed caves
As men turn dogs on fours
Surrendering in invitation for my tours
As I sing

III
Show me the holes you can burrow
Show me the strength I can borrow to shoot sorrow
In its daunting hollow
Let toes sow rows of excitement
To get to act as incitement
In my decision of your selection
For this is a competitive election
With me having the sole womandate

Ic
Hands climb poles to hold
Sending signals of egos sold
Some act shivering and cold
As others approach so bold to hold
Wriggling like kankabi
I still sing with a chuckle

IV
I will give you soil to grow your trees
I will rain you slimes to aid your crimes
I will rear you bees to protect your hes
And sing in moans to your swinging rhymes
So dance in a sweaty harvest

Id
Beasts wake in stretches
Even their sole eyes visible
Some beg in their wretches
I get up to taunt the terrible
My kente and dansikran regally decorating my shine into intimidation
As hands beg for relief for their third legs
A slap on each’s buttocks
A whip on standing snakes with lone eyes in needy dancing rhythm
That is a script well flipped
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 12, 2019

AFTER SHE KILLED HERSELF

She built an iron fence with jealousy
In her loving fallacy
She grew her beast with ecstacy
To chase all potential rivals
Her fearsomeness always trended to scare
Filling the barrel of her husband’s hatred
Even so, that horse was only driven to tame in days’ faces
His pleasure whip got satisfied
…every other night
Until her stalking drove her into a motor accident
On one no-nonsense day
Landing her into the ditch of death

II
At her funeral
Many of her replacement represented in a “Rest of an Arrest” clothes
Eyes of her husband so starry and happy
Like the clearest sky with a full moon
The competition made him feel like a chief
Even when her corpse had not been tasted by inland tongue
And was still hot
On the plate of land

III
If she had taken her marriage certificate to death town
It would have been fair
But the marriage was broken even before her casket got closed
And her man happily celebrated
His third leg standing attentive
…all through her service

IV
Isn’t it unfair that a graduant who worked that hard
Failed so miserably in loss?
Just that night, her husband’s bed was graced
…thrice
At different places of her former home
In a month of three
She was replaced
…societal justification for the occasion:
…her children

V
So live like you want
Love you more than a hurting attachee
For we take our individual selves there
Yes there
In death as we were brought forth in birth

VI
Marriage was no ticket to come here
Neither will it be a ticket to go there
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 11, 2019

W’ABEN

Sɛ yɛ ka sɛ obi aben a
Obimanso no
…atitiriw fo hwehwɛ no
…sua firi ne hɔ
Nanso ɛha yi
Amanfo hyɛ ɔtan wɔ aniberɛ kukuo mu
…de si ahoɔyaw gya so
…de homhom fi dane papa
…bɔ mu sɛɛ huu huu huuu
De gu abenfo ho fi

II
Enti yɛ bɛ yɛ dɛn aduru nkɔsuɔ kwan so?
Yɛ firi he na y’akɔto nkɔsoɔ anansesɛm?
Yɛ bɛ gyina he apopa ohia mfifire?
Okuani biara nni hɔ otwitwa ne nnɔbae pa guo
…na ogyina nwura de di akuafohene

III
Asowaasowa a ɛwɔ nyansa ti pɔ no
…entie wɔ badwen-nsakrayɛ kwan so
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 23, 2019

FAIR IN CARE

Some shave
…and their skins behave
Some shave
…and their skins rave
…bumps
…sores
…scars
Know your skin
…the razor to use
…and the hair to shed to curb rebellion
…after its dump
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 10, 2019

UNDER A MESS

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

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

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

FOREVER A DEVIANT

If you lose sleep to keep a hope
…of my swinging slope
…from deviancy to your earth God cope
Then you need a potent dope
If not, you’ll forever mope
Because I will forever be a deviant

II
Show me the cross
And I’ll turn boss to use it as seat
For many to carry
My legs, free from the walking worry

III
Living in times past
Using another’s suffering to lock your passions
Throwing the keys into the dungeons of regret
Guarded by hungry lions of fear
Is no style I wish to wear
I live forever a deviant

IV
If my body calls for tickling treasures
I will sit on shamelessness
And freely descend the stairs of passion
Exploring every cave every hair on my body saves
To arrest your blinks and harden your demons for your shrinks
I live forever a deviant

V
If my mouth calls for a drink to my livers shrink
I will sit on societal scares
And wheel myself into every drum
…hosting akpet
…walabelee
…apio
Call it whatever
If an asadweam will be my new name
I sure will embrace it
What will wreck me?
Dancing dressless with the naked air?
Drying deadly sweats and calling lost sleep to pores
…no matter which floor calls as bed?
Eyes watching to record for their fingers and mouths
To do hawking of me
And want shame as fee
…after?
Forget it
I live forever a deviant

VI
Whatever badness is in your conventions
I am refurbishing
Because those who preach your cross
Mostly preach crap which scrap off the map leading to the tap of wisdom and
Are also those who drink the blood in dissatisfaction
Turning mosquitoes to further feast on the crowd
Ha!
Those who preach “no adultery”
Are those who mostly use many owned holes hiding in their pulpits
…massaging and shiver biting
To orgasmically force their shouting of disbelief on their congregation
Blinded and bound by threats of some books
Creating holes on our pots to drain our lot
I will forever live a deviant!

VI
So let me live my deviancy
Smoking my intestines out in realism
Blasting my enemies off
In a sanity I build
I am living my awesome deviance

VII
For I will build my God to act ladder to climb to God
I will build my don’ts to work my dos in a comfort I feel
I have shed the skin of the dictated
And now live in the skin of the dictating
I see death’s womb right there
And you call for self arrest into some dubious religious cage?
Forget it
I am living forever a deviant
In my own deviation
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 8, 2019

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

AFRICA’S HEROIC VILLIAN – For Robert Mugabe

Men are made great when their
…Upclimb shines bright under
…Grave circumstances
…Affecting the unfortunate positively, after
…Beating tragedy
…Emancipating all from a fall

Ib
You, like the promised, fell into this bracket
You were like great eyes sent to a Samaria
…to sanitize into sainthood
But you turned water
…which stayed in one pot too long
Stinking and blocking nostrils
Forcing mouths in hail to curse you out

II
You started perfectly:
Harmonizing colours to coexist
You proceeded in great planning
…taking what belonged to the land for those of the land
Your flaw was not equipping the latter
…to fit into the steps
…you created with your rightful evictions
And you should have known the angry clouds you sent up
Would turn monstrous rains to fall on you
And your people

IIb
You could have saved some of your heroic deeds
If you had descended the stairs of ruling
Into the room of advisors and or critics
I guess the food of power is like cocaine
Only the bravest among the brave weans
…from its addiction

III
All the unfair:
The Ndebele massacre in the Matabeleland Cleansing
The 2008 blood, among the many others,
…spilled to keep your grasp of power intact
The cruelty of closed ears
…to the cries of the masses
Right to the selfishness of blindness
…to the suffering of your people
Oh who can forget the back to zero choice of an alien currency
After you uprooted roots of alien plants from your soil?
All these villainized your heroic golden periods
Turning your sweetness sour
That you acted tick to stay in the hair of your people
For almost decades of four
Destroyed your image in the eyes of even your great sages

IV
The fog of your overstay
That clogs your greatness in beastial gutters of minds
Forces many to curse you into unwakeable sleep
In place of blessing you to rise in ancestorhood

V
I am sure anger chases you, in insincere hearts, like a stranger
From your own maternal manger
Since some have fists of vengeance
And many hold sticks of annoyance
With others holding guns of bitterness
In your hound
I will join the rememberers of your greatness
And bid you farewell
Hoping you rest well
Knowing your positive revolution and its symbolisms to Africa’s cause
So you help build the fort of power
Should your soul host another body in a travel back
For we still need courageous souls
Amidst the terrorisms and xenophobia
And the familiar corruption you so contributed to
May your Fierce Soul Rest in Warriorhood
Even as your spirit weeds the path of hatred
…for your travel back
…into the mouth of the earth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 6, 2019

CLEANER

The fingers traveling through the Korley Gonno of the nose
The hand weeding through the hidden land of the waist
The finger sweeping out debris of the eyes
Those hands blocking guttered whirlwind of sneezes from the nose and mouth
Those same hands scooping sweats in rains to a skin dryness
Ah the hands getting wet from the parting and holding
…for your wayside weeweeing
Why do you extend that for a greeting
When you know many germs are home to our body shedding?

II
Be self aware
In this mingling midst
Be others conscious
In this polite seeking mode
Be considerate to others comfort
We are densely hypocritical
… I know
Because dirt is what we are
But dirt is what we fear
Still, dirt can drive us faster to tombs
Than we did get into wombs
So try a cleaner you
For a saner we
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 6, 2019

YOU’D HAVE BEEN EIGHT TODAY

With every tick of the clock
The approach of your birthday
Dawns and overshadows me
Like a cloud taking over a warm sun
Your deep dimpled smiles and giggles
Acting background song
Tickling my sadness
Wetting my pillow

II
You wanted me to be a me
Who smiles to let you see
From a distant world
I hope I am building that pride in you
In wherever fate keeps as your resting place
The tears have turned occasional
Flowing on a day like today
When your birth crumps cut through my womb
With scissors of rememberance
To hurt
A day like today, your birthday
When the throat builds a fence to block everything liquid and solid
A day like today
When sanity takes a leave for insanity to rule
But I still live awesomely
Like the proud mother you knew

III
I keep thinking about the height you might have attained
I keep thinking of the weight you might have gained
I keep fantasizing on the speech you might have added
Your gestures and your delays
But the many a pain that might have strained your gains
Brake with nostalgic gratitude at your rest

IV
I miss you so much
Though I feel lighter that you’ve conquered pain
I love you so much
But I am grateful
Thinking of the better place you are
Days stretch the ways of pain
And I hope to get there
To that place, where your thoughts dig smiles
Instead of tears

V
Keep resting well my love
Keep shining bright my sun
Keep watching over my knight
Keep keeping track of my deeds my teacher
As I work to brighten your smiles
And go miles to fetch your laughs
In felicitation
Till we meet on the stage of our world beyond earth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 5, 2019

SHUT ME DOWN FOR A MINUTE

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

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

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

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

PURE EVIL

You came in like a weevil
Wheeling my emotions in a swivel
Hiding your claws of a devil
Only to cage me in your evil

II
Now you, to my pain, dance
As eyes record me a dunce
When all I did was take a chance
…based on your deceptive elegance

III
You’re like the devil
…your cruelty his effectiveness enhanced
You’re pure evil
…your con cunning in nuances
You’re a billy wily
…hosting a body snake which takes cakes
…and fakes quakes
…to blame your takes on

IV
But I will train my drain to refrain from your strain
…and drain your bane to heal from your cane
I will feign the sane to wriggle from your insane
And will gain a lane to erase your tattoed pain
Because a rain waits to wash my stain
And hard work will make it wane
…your evil Zain fading into a comfy AirtelTigo
…to transition into greatness
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 3, 2019

A DREAM TO CHERISH

I traveled to a tomorrow I wish for us
One far from our back-walking yesterday
Misconstrued as today
And I see the over-worked heart of my nation
Palpitating in prolonged perspiration of the prognosis of corruption
Sadness, raining on my prayers

II
I wish I could make patriotism into a pill
And force all to take
In order to –
…overcome the urge to give or take bribe
…overcome the need in harvesting praises for no work done
…cut off strings of whom-you-know
…banish all forms of modeling corruption
…and partake in mending the heart
…of this beautiful nation
By choosing the best to work
…in the face of intimidation

III
We have all the tools
We have all the people
We are like the blessed earth in sleeping hands
It takes no magic to stop this tragic existence

IV
Tuning our minds to the channel of Can-do
…is all it takes
To change our tomorrow into the woman we see
…and chase
…in other nations
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 2, 2019

FEAR CONVERTS

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

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

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

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

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

LITTLE BIRD

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

KƆ KƆ HWƐ

We have the stories
Which can cure the sorries
And grow our glories
But we still live in ruin

II
As we live in the fence of religion
Which prevents us from seeing the beauty of hardwork
…outside
The castles whose stories can rustle hearts
And build our economy to a golden height
Are fenced by fecal matter
And guarded by robbers
Kɔ kɔ hwɛ is a boost for every country

III
There could be hotels to decorate our past
And turn them seeings to get our growth
There could be boats
…to grow excitement and plant seeds
…of needs of human impact

IV
Stand and work
Let our wealth fetch us more
Instead of hurting us to the core
Tell
…Our ears
…Underworking,
…Resting
…In our ruins to
…Sail onto the shores of sense to
…Move us from here
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 30, 2019

A PLEASANT PLACE

I had heard of the Sakura Flowers
Trumpeting technology
And greatly maintained culture
Before many miles in the sky brought me to your very grounds
Just an
Appealingly
Precious and
Amazing
New experience!

II
Many fine hearts wrapped in shy clothes!
Many indigenous tongues
…hidden in traditional languages!
Many disciplined bodies
…spiced by courteous moves!
Yoko has hammered my thrill on a cross of interest

III
With fine fine personalities in awesome company
Great great thoughts in nightingale songs
Arigato Gosaimas is my heart’s message
…to this land of cherry blossoms

IV
Naze?
From the Minato Mirai Area enchantment
To my cultural dances on display
On Asian feet
My cultural clothes hugging Asian bodies
Like a proud bird
I see many express my all to impress me to fall
…into fascination
More awe to my grateful core
Daisukidesu!

V
You’re built on trust without a doubt
You’re adorned with beauty
…in your many a city
You’re growing in strength
…which can’t be measured in length
You’re all the dreams that scream to gleen
Oh you beautiful city in a strategic realm making a time traveler
Traveling back to my yesterday

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia August 29, 2019
Poem Title by Grace Ihejiamaizu

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

THE ME OF WE

Since I started withdrawing the me
…in our we
…I see the sea of tears
…whose sharks of fears
…stalked my growth

II
Since I started withdrawing the me
…from our we
The crocodile of nervousness
…which threatened my sleep
…has left me free

IIb
The crabs of hurts
…which migrated into my intestines
…magically sailed out
Leaving my belly bright

IIc
The cloud of jealousy
…which formed on my proud mind
…sometimes raining and flooding my heart
…into a sad drowning
As other suffering parts questioned its importance
…has cleared

III
Since I started withdrawing the me
…from our we
Unseen blessings have become like gigantic billboards
My grateful acknowledgment
…multiplying them in helpful folds

IV
So I am splitting a permanence
…of our we
…into a you and I
So you can pursue this bliss of your me
…on freedom grounds
I may get a me which will make the me into a we
…which will make me see and be a me
…instead of a we
That is the ultimate recipe for happiness
…in coupling
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 27, 2019

LET ME DRIVE YOU

I want to be your chauffeur today
I will drive you to the site of your flutters
…to dig out your shocking mutters
I will drive you to the island of your passions
…to gift you memorable reactions
I will drive you to the shores of your screams
…to fish out the wows in your dreams
So let me
…let me drive you

II
Let me drive you
…drive you to the church of your merry
…to bow to the Virgin Mary
Let me drive you
…drive you to the school of deviance
…to fetch your naughty tool
We can then play the bull
…I am a good rider

III
I will steer you
…steer you like the best of vehicles
Blasting your booms from your zooms
…putting all your specs to good use
…acting as your never failing muse

IV
So let me
…let me be your driver
From the ignition of your ears
…to the brakes of your waist
…right to the accelerators of your soles
I will work them all
…yes, work them all
If you put me in that seat
…your driver’s seat
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 26, 2019

CRUMBS FOR THUMBS

See the wealthy
…oblivious of their wealth
Wearing skins of poverty
…and acting poor
Dumbs beg crumbs to gift their thumbs
…ignoring the harms

II
Oh guinea fowls acting domestic chickens
…left roaming during the day
…and caged at night
Forget not dark holds many an ink
…to plan your harm
Stop being dumbs begging crumbs to sell your thumbs

III
I laugh in disgust
…seeing lions turn cats
…tigers turn dogs
…elephants turn mice
…eagles turn owls
All serving those who need to them serve
Why are you acting dumbs
…begging crumbs to stamp your thumbs
…for your imprisoning fence?

IV
In this case
…where prayers prey on the prayed for
…and sluggishness sells solutions in strong deceptions
…killing hard work in minds of many
As several creeping animals invade our anthills
We are in a well called hell
…where even the yelling
…of common sense will get no hearing
No wonder we’ve turned dumbs
…scrambling for crumbs
…to freely dish out our thumbs
…as mandate of our caging

V
As our seers have been painted blind
And our gods have been dressed Satanic
We are like lost ants
…guardless
So our eyes have been pointed
…to our self ugliness
Our ears have been tuned to
…others’ greatness
Words have been written on our tongues
…detailing the need for us to be led
…as we can’t possibly know our own lands
…talk less of leading by ourselves
So we live like chickens
…acting dumbs and awaiting crumbs
…even if those crumbs need the severance
…of our thumbs
A new awakening is clearing the dark clouds, excitingly
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 25, 2019

BODICTATION

Do you make up
…to shake up
A city
But end up
…a scare who flares human flight?
Then check it

II
It could be that you’re a lesser anteater
Whose body needs ash and lime
…to squash a stash of nose blows
So like an elephant
…be self aware
…and work to clear your demons

III
It could be that you’re a skunk
The fumes of your perfumes noses find inconsumable
Anytime mouth begins its work
Charcoal the brɔdeɛ ti
Scrub the hub to hush the harsh

IV
It could also be the language your body writes
On the screens of others
Pride fetching a hide
Ego?
…A hate bingo!

V
So let’s do a bodictation
Checking our wretch to stop our wrecks
We are afterall
…humans charting a path with forward eyes
…only eyes in watch can tell the crookedness of our bodiworks
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 24, 2019

WHAT IS FAIR

Feed the cattle back their milk
Give the dogs back their barks
Hand the silkworms back their silk
Give the trees back their barks
Put the carnassials back in the mouths of the pride of lions
Leave the blind to search their own Zions
That’s what’s fair!

II
Turn time into a truck
And drive back to the age of deceit
When cruelty struck
To innocence, like an armless dove, defeat
Charm those who caused the harm out of their graves
To sing a regret song that saves
…and paves way for a going back
That’s what is fair!

III
No matter how intelligent a mind is
…it can sit not on pate to receive greetings
Sins of the fathers scar their sons
…oh crosses no one else can carry!
So go back and place dignity
…in the bowl of history

IV
A dying peacock
…which inherited its ails from its parents
…can blame none other than its ancestry
So let them who sleep at the junction of their waist
…waste no time in accusations of extinction
Let them use their trees in between the crossroad of their thighs
To bear more fruits in competition
If the skills are lacking
Let them seek from the blessed abundance
…in humility

V
Fairness is paying a debt
…even if your head is the cost
Fairness is knowing the unfair
…and owning up to your share
There are roots easily uprooted
…after gaining grounds
Still, there are roots unuprootable
…when they gain grounds
So let barking dogs turn cats for a second
To help their ears work with their thoughts
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 23, 2019

YOU LOOK LIKE MY HOME

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

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

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

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

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

CLONES

Sparrows wearing arrows
…scenting sorrows
…heading hollow zones
Force to be no clones

II
If the metamorphosis of snow
…into water
Is forcing possibility of a fish
…birthing a bird
…on a rope of deceptive analogy
Then wash your minds with spring water

III
Just as cats won’t develop wings to fly
…pigs won’t turn snakes to scare
…chickens won’t turn horses to gallop
A scarecrow can never run after thieves
…in a bush farm

IV
Even chickens flee
…when hawks visit with love
Will ducks prepare a meeting with eagles?
So sparrows will forever wear sorrows
…if they fly on skies
…fetching them arrows
And their destination will be a fated to fail horror
…in a hollow ground

V
Be ye advised
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 21, 2019

GODDESSES PAIRING GODS

Grow gutsies gunning gains
…in glad games of great gold
…to get the gifts of goddesses pairing gods
…and not goddesses pairing gross

II
Wing winners without wanes of wins
…without weapons to wrench wings off wins
…with no wickedness working a wreck
For wills work well with we

III
Bought brutality breeds bad bosses
…breaking bones of bests
…beating brains in bright
…beasting bears of bliss
While boasting betters of the broken

IV
Live and let’s live
…don’t live and let others leave
For living will be lonely
…and long
…if lifers cut loose lives
…with lurking loopholes

V
Grow the great to be greater
Wing the wingless to pair the winged
Banish brutality in broken brutes
Love is like light in the dark
…it works wonders in winning most worsts
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 20, 2019

SAD SIGHTS

Begin
…emancipating
…gross
…gainers
…at
…roadsides
…suffering

II
The dressing of the nation
…determines its addressing in other nations
So seeing buttocks turned legs
…as burdened hands beg by roadsides,
Seeing rotten eyes
…turning in eyelids
…as hoarse voices sing sad sad tunes
…like Job at do or die jobs
Being given notes that read a plea
…for feeding fee
…for a deaf and dumb
Are no beautiful clothes for a continent
…in sights of visitors

III
Care for the vulnerable
…is the first plus of every Supreme entity
Because vulnerability is a door
…which attracts pests
…when left ajar
Let’s not make these sad sights
…part of our tourist attraction

IV
Let’s think for those who have lost their thoughts
Let’s be the hands and legs of those who have lost theirs
…training the willing to be fed a fair deal
Let’s be the eyes of the visually impaired
Let’s be the voices of the soundless
To help repair our image
…on minds of the visiting
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 19, 2019

PRAYERS ON GODS

We are where we are
Because long ago, guardian spirits went to visit the Gods
…on our behalf
…and came back to a locked door
…with alien chants at their hunt

Ib
Fearing demons had besieged their people
…they called on the Gods to save the people
…but the people called the Gods Satan
…and named the guardian spirits
…devils
Banishing them to the nearby forest
…and naming the protective forest “evil”
…the Gods capital initial demoted
…like a faulted soldier
…to a common
Human spirits gathering at their chase
…with hooting claps
…and deafening curses of prayers

II
The waters they protected
…were soiled with litter
…until aliens who had seen their glitter
…mined their piety
The freedom they gave
…soon deminished
…but the people were dedicated
…their prayers intensifying
…like the Job they’d been told of
…whose severe suffering gave way to happy ending

IIb
Soon –
…the people were hunted like antelopes and dears
…and bundled to strange lands
…some of their very own trained to be architects of their woes
But they still prayed

III
They were made to curse their ancestors
…and were preached to be non-resistors
They were made to curse their birthright
…and were made to see all of theirs as not-right
They were made to bow to nothings
…and were scarred to live like nothings
Their lasses branded crass asses
…needed for short relief
…and thrown into grief
They still prayed
…and proceeded to evict the gods from the evil forest
…caring not about their dwelling
As the new masters
…mastered the art of drinking their libations
…and killing many many many of them
…on the ticket of their laws
The people still prayed
…unfazed

IV
Now the gods are gone with their great spirits
…to Odomankomah knows where
As the people still stand on poor stages
…dancing to small gifts
…entertaining bigwigs
Their egos pounded with their pride
…and fed to dogs who act soldiers
…in their check
Yet the prayers intensify
…each day
There is no awakening
…that they murder their gods
…with alien incantations
…which has deluded them into thinking
…shouting prayers are all the hardwork needed
…for one’s own success

V
As selected few are fed on greed pans
Work for self growth
…sit lean by roadsides
…seen by visitors
…unseen by the people
As poverty carts them through paths
…and streets
…right to the highways

Vb
They still pray
…they still turn their ‘awakened’ evils
…and sit by as they are hunted and killed
…their deaths celebrated
As their prayers thank in ironic magnanimity

VI
Prayers still fill the land
…deafening poor ears whose fear
…push them under beds of discomfort
Yet only the burns in the sun intensify
…only the drowning of the rains visit
The air acts gentle
…but spreads unknown illnesses in vengeance
None sees the wrong of the gods
…none wants to notice the sadness of the spirits
As prayers pile on prayers
…in the belief of the murders of the protectors turned devils
…as years pile on years after years
Such a sorry story!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 18, 2019

LECTURERS, NOT GODS

Ia
Like staircases
…they carry hearts with minds
…to the rooms of self realization:
Lecturers
Poor staircases make climbers dizzy
…and pose the danger of caving in
…killing the climbed
…bruising their grounds

Ib
Lecturers are neither gods nor lions
…who order and bellow
Feeling like the only keys to bright Zions
Any –
…swimming in the gods description
…is an ignorant bomb
…on the road of knowledge

II
Lecturers are not bosses
…sowing seeds of dream losses
…in students
…to turn dragons into horses
…to run their wish chores

III
Lecturers are security men
…who open gates of expert knowledge
…for their followers to explore
As they act shapers
…instead of whippers

IV
Lecturers are like flowing rivers
…their waters of thinking must flow
…with their subjects’
…to let them know the good and bad paths
…of their own thoughts

V
Lecturers are challenge embracers
…freedom enhancers
…boldness planters
…fairness operators
…with democratic hearts
Their respect farmed by their deeds and honourability
…in the hearts of their audience
Not those with egoistic wings
…flying in ignorance and shabby lecturing
…insisting on their follies as fairness
Blocking their own sanity with their prejudices
Lecturers hold no marks as guns to threaten the lives of the passed
While chasing unreachable dreams
…neglecting their duties
…and using flimsy excuses as their alibis

VI
So put on them fair supervision
Check their wrecks so they can clean their specs
…put them on their toes
To do as they must
So as to kill the growing gross gods
…weeding their effectiveness
…before their subjects
…with lazy hoes
Do so,
That questioners
…challengers
…fiesty developers
Can go through the road of education
…without tasting death of strong will into graves of subserviency
For that is the yearning of development
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 17, 2019

SWEAT BEFORE SHINE

4
Claps rap to trap warm wraps
…for your presence
…a celebration for your living
…at your every appearance
Many going miles to grow suns
…on your face
Your mood being the hood
…of all seeing your good
Slaps checking out craps walking
…in maps of your enemies
Yes, you’re the sun at its peak
…being tapped by loved ones
…burning your foes

3
Your works act magnet
…to trap eyes for your viewing
…giving words to mouths
…for your praise
…giving awe to ears
…in itch for your mention
Planting covetousness in the insecure

2
Your struggles strangle your climbing angle
Your sweats staining their thirsty pores
Your needs seen as walking bothers
…to close hands with wealth
Some onlookers using you
…as a comic relief on stages of ridicule

1
Your idea screaming in your dreaming
Your fear holding the reigns of your determination
Most confidants wetting blankets
…few urging a market

0
It works not that way
It never starts from the shine
…to end with the struggle
When that happens
…it is an odd falling
So start from 0 and normally end at 4
For that is the climb of the hardworking:
…sweat before shine, from scratch to most
…to dig the boast to call the toast
For it is a climb
…not a slide: This life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 16, 2019

THE PERFECT GARDEN

It looks surreal
The bright colours
…of the flowers
…and beautiful butterflies
…are oh so real
From afar
…planting jealousies
…until eyes travel close

II
There are visible spiders
…hitherto unseen
Waiting to hunt the dancing butterflies
…which also busily steal
…the priced nectar of the flowers
Alien birds hide within
…pecking on the flowers
Air blows its seeds onto distant lands
As worms chew on its strong roots

IIb
Hawks hide to hunt wise chickens
…pecking the worms beneath
Wandering cattle disturb its flowing rivers
…stepping on fingers to break promising hands
…working on weeds
…watering the flowers
…and advocating for the use of the dung of the intruding cattle
…to enrich the land they are destroying
As age waits to tell on the failures of the wilting flowers

III
So yes
…it is a flower garden at its full bloom
…beautiful from afar
…horrible and fearful from within
…and in close watch, described now with the antonyms of perfect
Such a sad state of fate it tastes
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 15, 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

FEAR STAINED

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

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

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

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

ACCUSATIONS

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

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

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

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

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

KƆNTUA

A twisted tale stales history
Fuelling the dreadful victory
…of a storyless country

II
A passionate need for relevance
…fruits no reverence
…even eloquence can smoothen not that arrogance

III
For hard earned glories
…bubble into no sorries
…no matter the lorries
…of lies driven on the stories

IV
In competitions
…the first is named in repetitions
Even in foul play renditions
…of submissions

V
Let us be not like hawks
…catching success chicks
…of hens whose struggles still provide
…for a whole household

VI
We’re not kɔntua
For ropes of deceit to lift us
…from the success story of a martyr
…to the lies in a mirroring satire

VII
Honour is the birthright of the accomplished
…not strugglers who perished in a race
Those who have ears
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 5, 2019

Edited by Koku Dotse.

LET’S TURN SAVAGES

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

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

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

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

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

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

AUTOMATIC SCANNERS

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

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

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

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

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

I AM ERICA

I Am Erica
Snow blissed but cold hissed
…divided into different earth in the nick of an unpick

II
I Am Erica
Wearing fate of hate
…in an own turning alien bait
After greedy passersby
…uprooted other rooted
…into savage replants
…knowing not I am compatible
…with their fertility
Time is belling the shift of ownership
…in the ears of their unrested spirits

III
I Am Erica
A woman who has married many a ruling man
…but yet to taste the touch of a woman
Although fem-fem is now norm
…in my various dorms

IV
I Am Erica
Now ridden by a bully bull
…whose fingers walk the world in folly
…with negligence overriding their intelligence
As frightened hair stare from a Korean candy head

V
I Am Erica
A divisive diversity cut into many voices
Those with power swallowing
…those with less or none

VI
I Am Erica
I have long tasted supremacy
My head-swelling, fushing down like liberated air
…from a high handed baloon
As Chin Chuns now battle me fair and square

VIII
I Am Erica
My reverence waning with my aging
…like tooth after tooth falling out of a lion’s mouth
…with every turning of years
My sneezing affecting less and less
…of my subjects
…who used to catch cold at my sniffling

IX
I Am Erica
Owned by a dying skin
…owning a rising skin
What will be the fate of my states
…in fair rates
…on future plates?

X
I Am Erica
Guns at my beck and call
…bombs on my trail
…drugs burning my reasoning
…into avoidable shootings
Boosting careers in imprisonment

XI
I Am Erica
The ever greatest!
The ever beautiful!
The ever magnanimous!
Ever the Knightess
With cancerous intestines
…threatening a tell on my body
…with every second time travels
I still wear awesome
…in eyes of many?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © August 9, 2019

TRAUMA

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

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

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

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

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