Around long breakfast tables
Where connections are cables
…calling to be brought to existence
Fear, pride and shyness are the only scissors
Cutting their birth between beings
Jaws work in their own rhythms
Throats wait their swallowing turns
…chew, swallow, chew, swallow

Here, colour is just a painting
…which every difference hosts
Class can only come from the mouth of the crass
…whose ass needs to be harassed
…every structure is nature
…appreciated and loved
Chew, swallow, talk, smile
Chew, swallow, talk, laugh

If all days were like this in Victoria University
And every human runs this routine
Emerging from our safe places
…to meet, greet
…talk to defeat the fleet of negative lables
Love will turn staple cables of food for our abilities
…and the earth will call us dependables
…passing through its territory
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 19, 2020


You shea
Having met a weather to your fair
…and acting queer
Know she whom you steer!

You shea
Thinking I can, your stubbornness, bear
To, of you, steer clear
You’ll meet your heating fear

You changing in a small advantage
You hardening in my cold caging
You refusing to my finger calling
Acting boss to your master
Is the height I will never take
No matter how high your stakes
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 18, 2020


How love dragged
…from bonding of hearts
…to a business of class
Beats me
It still beats me

So money decides bedmates for havers
…to some

So name selects
…soul mates of others
…to some

So qualifications yoke lovers to be
…to some

And the laughable fact remains
…complaints bridal walking on the red carpet of tongues of jealousy
Disdain shooting from eyes of the unworthy
Hatred spewed by mouths of hypocrites

If only we can all learn to support travellers
…to Cupid’s Cottages
With blessings
…and not catapult them with curses of our impoverished needs!!!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 17, 2020


All the time
…the blue of the sky
…shows after angry clouds fall to turn rain
…which drains into gutters
…washing the dirt of stress
I so know this

I walked from my fires of scrutiny
Into the warm arms of Mrs Hillier
…and an awesome hug from Herbert
Even the sun smiled to welcome us,
Mischael and I,
With handshakes of its winning deception
A divine cup of smoothie pampered my palate:
Mrs Hillier’s choice and Herbert’s thought and bought
Sensitively, they tried to save us
…from the first punches of the cold
Still, it folded our joints and gnashed our teeth
…for some few minutes

The parking fees that could feed me for two weeks
…was cleared to all our wincing
Then Mrs Hillier promised a great ride
…from Pearson’s West to our inhabiting East
And what a beauty to behold!

Even dirt on vehicles posed beautiful whites
Showing debris of salt bathing cars
…by hands of cleared and smooth roads shedding the bedding of snow
Then we saw Lake Ontario
…wearing neatness on its huge pate
…and gently telling me how Koklobite can model him
…if our polythene flags and unclean habits are killed by our will
From closed churches turned condominiums
…to closed cinemas
To an old building turned mall
…retained in decoration by rich owners
…after cries of citizens for cultural maintenance
To oh many tall buildings screaming creativity of great architects,
Every little thing stands divine!

Bald trees stood shivering
Their leaves gobbled up by the snow
…their stiffness showing their shyness at their leafless nakedness
Lawns hid under bossy snow
All assuring us of their existence
…even in our tomorrows
As our great hosts educated us
…on the city I’ve come to love
The city whose welcome stretched from beauty
…to its duty of protecting even trees
The city whose bites of cold closes not its frosted handiworks
The City of Toronto
And so it was that our destination greeted us with beauty
On number 5 Selby Street
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 15, 2020


Take me to a place
A place where sadness has no trace
A place where sorrow knows not tomorrow
A place where hurt memories die

Take me to a place
A place where tears fear no dears
A place where hearts bleed to heal
A place where pains gain sane rains

Take me to a place
A place where all, all embrace
A place where none stands short like a weed
A place where all are great seeds

Take me to a place
A place with no loveable face
A place where all have a case
A place where race is no ace

…I wish to shower and not force to tower
…I wish to weep my sleep for keeps
…I hope to cope and insanity elope
…I hope to take me I, and make it a me
To see the fee of a me who be
…in a life untaken
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 16, 2020


If I could bring the sun to these shores
I would form a fond
…to build a bond
…with this scary snow showering shivers
…in my pores

If I could fetch some warmth to this place
Wearing snow like an overzealous religious believer
I’d build a love to think above the shivers
…in my pores

For I’m fire
…born of the sun
With warm a desire to live a seen
I’m heat
…needing cold defeat
How did I buy into a ticket
…bigger than my flames?
Thoughts force shivers
…in my pores

Will I turn cricket beyond my fire?
Will I freeze fat to blast a crack?
Will I fly a seat to return a cargo?
How sharp are the teeth of frost?

Child of stone!
Blessed witch of birth!
The golden child of a Coast!
I live above insane fears
These are but silly playthings
…passing through the road of my mind
…into their own dangerous death

But I do hope to gain many a skill
…beyond my thought
If I will live hawking houses of clothes
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 15, 2020


Dear Mr. Rapist
St. Valentine needed a heartpour
…not a torture
Love is not stealing a waist pie to kill a soul
Neither is it climbing a lie
…to make another cry

Dear Mr. Rapist
If you dig your foundation
…on another’s land
The soil cries for its owner
Your toil buys hate from its owner
And your sweat will be a conscience drain
One you can’t maintain in a righteous world
How well can you take sigh curses
…from a wronged spirit?

Dear Mr. Rapist
Many a soul have murdered their bodies
For being forced shoddies of crooks
…like you
How will it feel to be a cave
…of screams of bodies with dreams?

Dear Mr. Rapists
Society sees you as monsters
Stealing meats for others defeat
Carving seats of sorrowful beats
Even hailers will deem you cats
…hiding their meat from you
…at their small suspicions
Will you draw a picture of you thus?

Dear Mr. Rapists
Fear for your dears
…and stop your queering with your peers
For what you steer today
…will wheel to your generation
…maiming and killing hearts you cherish
For every pain you cause another to gain
…acts football
Bouncing back to hit where it’ll hurt
…when you least expect

It sure will hurt most
…if your body is stuck in the grave
…as your spirit watches your own
…turn foes of woes of your lows
And your bodiless soul will cry seas of tears
…living on with many fears
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 13, 2020


Storms form in sunny morns
…to break norms and act worms on our prized lands
But know they always end up inside our lands
…dying to fertilize them to help grow our crops of growth
So never stop to bow to cops of challenges
My dear Raeesa

As we are humans
We have our moderations, overboards and sometimes deadlies
Air and Winds and Tsunamis
Drizzles and Rains and Floods
Mild suns, High Suns and Killer Suns
But the higher we bear
…the stronger we square
So never stop to bow to cops of challenges
Dear Raeesa

You and I are not new to journeys in books
And have met characters in dynamisms
We know crossing impossibilities
…have such beautiful ends
…no matter how stressful
We’re like warriors of reading
…having shed so much tears
…laughed so much
…been so angered
All with characters we hardly know
So we know our foes are friends of our highs
…pushing us through our lows
And our challenges are horses of advantages
…galloping to our success land
So never stop to bow to cops of relationship strains
…soldiers of troubles
…and monsters of pain and disdain
Talk less of financial taunts
We fall to rise through clouds to our shine
So shine your strength to your super-womanhood
Dear Raeesa
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 12, 2020 for Raeesa Cassim


You’ve learnt
…you’ve learnt through the burnt I spent on your relentless ego
I know
But be best for your future pair
Walk on honey

You’ve recoiled back here
…you’ve recoiled through the toil you’ve soiled
…in your fresh experiences
You promise to be better?
Please be best
…for your future pair
Walk on sugar, do walk on

I may have been the ditch
…you jumped into your bitch
I may have been the stitch
…your thoughts needed to fix
…your lessons
I may have been
…the stick God used to hit your change
So please walk on
…walk on, you sweet which sought cavities
…for my ever parading teeth
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 12, 2020


The world has turned puzzle
…for many a troubled soul
Puzzle they can’t solve through their hustles
So before a word walks from the chambers of your mind
…please vet its wisdom

Borketey got slapped by few words
…a week ago
Those words followed him home
…got shame ropes to hang him dead
…just last night

They were whispering
…whispering about her flat buttocks
…whispers which turned air to haunt her breath
They were taunting
…taunting her about her crooked face
…taunts which kept teasing her self esteem
…until it bowed
All those turned monsters
…to push Ekuba through her own strength
…from the sixth storey of her father
Shattering the body which hosted her soul and spirit

Three days ago
Kojo was mocked because of his poor results
The ever brilliant youth went straight from school
Reached home to find it an abattoir
Slaughtering himself to end the echoes of shame
…reverberating through the caves of his mind

Asante Bediatuo drank poison as water
…killing himself because of rumours that his man baby
…could not stand, let alone cry
…to flood the inns of opposite wells
Just by the name “ankonam”
…Efua Badu slit her wrists
Hassan gunned himself down because Jemila cheated on him

Times have softened confidence
…to a level of fragility
And the culture of silence compounds its fatality
As a confession of depression
…is an expression of insanity
So please listen and process thoughts
…before a speaking
We gain naught
…if we fight fierce and push ourselves
…into graves before our time
Life is but a-hold-me-up as I-hold-you-up
…in falls
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 11, 2020


Agbovi looked at Mawusi
Her shea buttered skin repulsing him
Her natural nails simple-slapping his ego
Her foamy hair angering him
Three pimples on her face
…disgusting him
He booted her out of his house
…like a useless football

He went back to his phone
…to Maya
Her fair skin flawlessly obeyed his constant zooming
Her eye shadowed and well made-up face
…excited him
Her silky hair tantalized
…his wishes
As her well manicured nails
…dug false yams of hope under him
Still, her beautiful voice strengthened
…his resolve to do everything to keep her

Minutes grew into hours
…hours grew into days
…days grew into months
And social media sped to their meeting
Agbovi waited at the Circle Station
…for three hours, before her car arrived

Boiɛ Boi!
He rushed for her bag like a dutiful servant
…and forced to take her hand bag to his car
Agbovi opened the door
…for her
He strapped her seat belt
…for her
He even fought the hot sun
…for her brief perspiration
…always asking “What’s wrong baby?” at her every sigh

Night served them a reach
…and sought to, like a nursery instructor, Agbovi teach
Maya rushed to the bathroom
…as a heaven
And came back to the bedroom
…a hell

A scattered perm replaced the silky shine
…on her head
Baldness replaced the long lashes
…on her eyes, and where were her eyebrows?
Fresh and scarred pimples replaced her flawlessly
…fair face
Her skin had turned fair in patches of red, green and black
…making a zebra’s skin an attractively uniformed patch
And her reduced height
…posed her a near midget instead of the portable beauty he knew she was
Agbovi shouted “Mawu!”

He started chanting and calling great trɔwoos of the land
Thinking a demon had tried to demonize his baby in his eyes
…stories of human heads acting lions and dogs at airports
…to destroy ambitious travelers retelling themselves in his mind
The shocked Maya asked what was wrong
He rushed her to his mirror
…and asked
“Do you see what I see?”
“What do you see Agbovi?” Maya’s shrilled voice asked
…to his horror
“Even your voice has changed Maya!
You now look like an angry and scary dwarf!
A slap hurriedly succeeded his remark

Agbovi began an Ewe man incantation
…beating his chest to show his strength
Jumping like an elephant with the soul of a he-goat
…to show his anger
Pointing sternly at her so-afraid-eyes
…to warn her to speak quick before he broke her
…with a fearsome god
Maya, who didn’t speak Ewe
…seductively tried a whisper and a touch
…which made him jump like he’d been touched by a live wire
“Agbovi calm down please
…this is the real me
Are you so dumb not to know that
…make up is washed off before bed?
Or you don’t also know high heels are taken off
…in homes?
Didn’t you know the difference between wigs and real hair?
How can you…”
“How can I nuka? Shiiii awoooo!” He cut her off like an unimportant call

Agbovi picked her up like a filthy rag
…and carefully stood her outside his house
…in his nightwear
Whiles screaming, “What a nightmare!”
Before gathering her things in her bag
…and throwing it out like an abomination
…completely turning from a gentleman to a rascal
He then knelt and said a prayer like a repented pretentious priest
…before calling Mawusi

A male voice picked
And asked –
…”Who calls my wife at this hour?
Has he been slapped by a disciple of the Nogokpo Shrine before?”
Agbovi nearly wet his pants
He rushed to the bathroom
Cursing the what-could-have-been
…which made him destroy his what-authentically-was
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 10, 2020


This situation
This situation of fire begging for my ownership
…rain begging for my usage
…wind obsessing for my picking
All at once
Throws me into a confusing sand
If only I could have all in one!

I fear the heat that might cheat to beat
…my skin, my easily bruised skin
I fear the flood that might full to make a
…fool of me, a floating fool of me
I fear the tsunami that might break to make
…me a wreck, a woesome wreck
And so I pause hoping for a clause of reclusion
…to dangle freedom to overtake loneliness
…on my mind’s stage
If only it would be simple to engage

Do I lose all to sell fairness?
Do I take all to wear greed?
Do I select one to risk regrets?
I’m like a hot ware on a dilemmic pan
…being sold by doubts to the audience of love
What a baity state to be in!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 8, 2020


Starting and finishing can be a mould you hold
Many hearts have built darknesses for their shames
While others build crimes to gobble their angelics
There is power in your thoughts!

A thought has bought many nots for some
A thought has bought many yays for most
Stinky stuffs attract flies
Too much sweetness calls fleas
Flavoured honey charms bees
So you might want to blend good trends in moderation
For an optimistic spirit magnetizes luck
…pushes the soul to win
…and flourishes the body
There is power in your thoughts!

Thoughts have fought for many a spirit
…caught in an unfair bought
So call for your gotten before they appear in the physical
Pessimism pests on the power of “coming to pass”
So provoke no problems
There sure is power in your thoughts!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 7, 2020


When a star pales the moon
And the earth swoons
As the sky feels baboon
Chaos gathers to loom

When the sky gives a ground
As the earth floats
Will legs understand
Without a belling boat?

If legs can think
…as head walks
If the stomach can feed
…as hands stock
If ears can see
…as eyes hear
Then normalize them
…the anomalies

Do know that stricts hold the glow
…that mirrors the outside shine
Know that disciplines glue the success
…of the boarders beyond
Know that don’ts draw the difference
…that admiration buys
If you still want to keep open
…the doors of your laws
…by all means
…normalize the anomaly
But let complaints die in your ungrowing clothes
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia February 6, 2020


She was caught like a stalked game
…folded like a foldable chair and tied with goat ropes
Then thrown onto the back seat
…of the Corona
Her screams cut off by a chloroform

She woke to sounds without faces
Her blindfold, thicker than a myth
She was fed
And threatened every second of her consciousness
Afiba was made a dog to fear
…her heart barking at every shadow of a sound

Days felt like years
…before her father’s semi-assurance boomed on a phone
Her gods cutting her father short at his comma
…killing the birth of his full stop of a sure rescue
As the rape tonned down
…her little lady wept for what had become an addiction
What was worse?
She craved for it through to the abuse

The quadruple doses their sticks poked
…before and after breakfast
…called for double quadruples
Until her mouth begged for it
She turned slave to their waist caves
So food for life
…then foods of lives served by many waist bowls
…at once
Her hell turning her heaven of addiction

A day saw her eyes freed
…as her abusers’ faces turned seeds
…to plant themselves in her heart
Love blossomed from their cruel power
Forcing her submission to their cause

When a day saw her freed
Her tongue refused to testify
Her heart began to hate the very state
…which changed her sour fate
The heaven she knew through her hell
…called in an obsession
Buying disdain for her father’s rescue
So she sneaked to have her doses
Until the law followed her steps to arrest
…her foes turned fiendish friends
She was livid!

She called the law out on their evil
“I love the savage ravage of my abusers
My life is mine to live
…either with my friends or foes”
But the law heard not her pleas to stop meddling
…and dragged her Gods to its hell
Burning her desire into the ashes of anger to blow with tantrum winds towards all

Annoyed by her father’s betrayal of not fixing
…her addicted heaven
She drank all her sober aids
…and took shade under death’s umbrella
Leaving her poor father a depressed wreck
It was the psychiatrist who told him what happened
…to his then deceased daughter
…a Stockholm Syndrome
And he vowed to be an advocate
…to save the world from this state
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 5, 2020


Stand amidst killer ants
…and claim shants
…in angry rants
Until your shants change to can’ts
Then you’ll see the fair turning unfair
…in a lesson rare

You swim in sweet waters
…and help walking suckers drink you dry
When your waters run out
And your difference shouts
It’s there you’ll know the difference
…between swimmers and walkers

They who love not theirs
Will have to kiss dangers
…from lovers turned strangers
The most hungry betrayal feeds from
…backstabbing from a trusted angel turned foe
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 4, 2020


God is the shining smile of the sun
…the tasty piety of dew
God is the peaceful blanket of the dark
…the very thin layer of its dawn
God is the many droplets of rain
…the refreshing fan of air
God is breath

God is spaceful shoulders in sore sorrows
God is warm hugs in bad tags
God is kind words in murderous distress
God is food in gnawing hunger
God is water in suffocating thirst
God is the source of our souls

God is the hand of help in our letdowns
God is the handkerchief
…which wipes our troubled tears
God is the push in our tired
God is the goodness which sprouts from bad
God is life

So look for Him in all you see
Without paying a fee
The face of God is unpainted
…so can’t be tainted
God is even in the you who seeks Him
So honour you!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 2, 2020

TEARS – For Maame Ama Donkor

Why do some clouds form to fold
…only to unfold when told
…then sold to the bold to hold in cold
…and fall to mould and sold
…to the highest bidders?
It hurts
…when unfairness stars to shadow the fair
Oh world!

I see angry clouds forming on your sky
Adding myth pelts to flog you in unanswerable whys
Though I stand in the light of enlightenment
Fear of the rest of the unknown
…roots my legs
Mythical roots still send shock waves
…through my heart
And cowardice cages my inner tongue

They who named you might have planted pain
…to strain you into insanity
I can only say sorry
…for the blames heaped on your burdens
For your hardwork mistaken for witchcraft
For the many insults shot into your fragile soul
For the many a flawed accusations turned truth
…for your acceptance
That I hide in your plight
…buys many a guilt for me
But how does one young mouth overtake so many high on prejudice
…in their drunkenness of hate?
How do you tell those on ladders of lies
…to look down their feet which lie
…on the pate of earth but scream flight?
Only the flying knows a flyer
…but who is best to tell this tale?

I have tasted enough bile in your defence
I have tasted enough hurts as your soldier
How I fell off my faith of fighting for your faultful fate
…intensified on human grounds
…kills me
Oh it just kills me!
But this dirty linen has been worn by me for so long
That the public steps on me without a second look
So I pray
…I pray for you

I pray for ears to hear your say
I pray for your heart to stand the trial
I pray for the dead to vindicate you
I pray for your brown to scare their greens
…to use your experiences as a ladder of respect
To accord you such
And I pray for suicide to stray far from your thoughts
To relive your painful life will be murder of soul
…before a birth
So go the mile to cross the left line to the finish line
…through it all
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Feb. 1, 2020


We work our already worked
Stocking mocks at our docks
…as Wuhan wails their inflamed woes
…into a world wide panic
So sad!

As we put expensive make ups
…on ambulances
And put them on runways to dazzle the gullible
…through their modeling
Corona drives at top speed
…to us?
To us!

“You buy but I parcel
…to make it my buy
To charm you into my angelics
Thanks to my reach on the highest stool
Am I not cool to know you fools
…and to make you tools
To think me bull of hardwork?”

Your thoughts have bounced deception
…on many walls to you
Save for your followers high on blind loyalty
…even infant minds know the tricks you’re using as bricks
…to build mountains out of our emptied molehill
So stop the trickery and put on gears of work
To help quench the flames
…which travel to us with commands of burns
…which can sweep our many skilled
…and leave spaces never to be filled

Poor odour leaching incense to imply cleanliness striking
Embarrassing embers on our ray-like stages!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 31, 2020


You sit and see the sins of a sucker
And work to block the locker
…of truth
How dare you chairs
…cover clears to share a dark
…to fall a mighty with a demented captain?

Who glues mouths with words that be
To shut the eyes of those who see
To use their strength for a cause whose fee
…is a future of frowns and hounds?
Who uses man to date a bait
…of a deadly snake to rake just mud
When mounds are calling for digs
As rains wait to bless a mould?

Shutters of
Nerves in
Tramps of
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Elect a
Nurse your truths

Show everything, not ah, to eat
Shocks even nod across told effects
So each night after tricking earns
Store efforts nursing a trust end

Shame should call you lame
For shining light on rot to sell
…to your people
Keeping a clown to shut down towns of sages
And showing the real faces of fools
…formally masked by reverence
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 29, 2020


All those who boast with toasts
…of having the most
Should know, earth is a temporary host
And all with breaths are future ghosts

All those who read into shreds
…of knowledge’s reds
Will go, when their flag bells ring

So live like a sun
…rising to set
Live like a rose
…blooming to rot
Live like the dark
…ruling to perish
Live like rain
…falling to cease
When immortality finds its way into attitudes
…disappointment comes gunning
…before death’s flashes lash to hush
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 28, 2020


How we get our muses
To fight unfair like hippopotamuses
Because of skin classes
…killing masses
And shattering peaceful glasses
…to cut through harmony is a horror
Why all these blood on our hands?

Thoughts have fought
Thoughts have poisoned
Thoughts have destroyed
And thoughts have killed

You watch thoughts killing humans like beasts
…in their own spaces
…out of fear of “what will”
Because of skin classes
We’ve watched opinions kill rising souls
…because of superior burdens of skin classes
We see daily innocence drowning in falsities
…to protect the guilty
All thanks to skin classes
What of ingenuity being shut down?
Humanity being trampled upon
Due to skin classes?

Cruelty is no school to have classes
Paranoia is not cool to be had by masses
Race profiling is for the fool throwing stones
…whiles sitting in glass houses
Why divide when each can be a tool of change?
Why burn in this unnecessary heat of hate?
Blood equals bones equals hearts equals minds
An outer cover causing such chaos
…shows the unnecessary burdens
…bought by man for man to be manned by man
A tasteless taste for palates blessed to reject distaste!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 27, 2020


Rumours act immortal flies
…to follow through shallow mouths
The lustful-stupored hatch horrid plans
…to scratch their itches of owning
…the beautiful

Dramatic display daunts in many a haunt
Traps are set in multiplcity
…just to grab her attention
Favours act baits just as foods act deceptives
…on hooks
Just to own the skilled

So imagine the hurdles of the beautiful
…with skills
Musters turning monsters to cuff,
Shoulders acting shield to show their shapes,
Woulders working wonders to win her world,
All stringed up by lust to burst into destruction
…dreams of an innocent soul

This is the curse of beauty
And the nemesis of skills
Owners can act pleasers to turn maggots
…or stand their grounds to lose most of their coulda-boasts
…still holding on to their dignities
…till they turn ghosts
This world is not for the ugly
…and definitely not for the beautiful
Talk less of the skilled woman digging the wants of can’t-losers
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 25, 2020


Ɔmanbapa ne neɛ n’akoma gyina nkɔsodeɛ so
Ɛnyɛ neɛ n’ano da sumina so
…ɛɛbɔ gyimeɛ bena de fira ne man

Ɔmanbapa ne neɛ odi ne man ni
Ɛnyɛ neɛ ɔde fi adane asiesiedeɛ
…ɛɛtɔ nwansena de dwan ne man aso

Ɔmanbapa ne neɛ ɔde nokware sekan
…dwedwa kɛtɛaseshɛ ne prɔyɛ mu
Ɛbɔ suro ne fɛreɛ aniwuo

Ɔmanbapa na ɛka ɔmanpanyinfoɔ to gya
Ɛka wɔn gyina wɔn nansoa so
Ma wɔn yɛ adwuma din wɔ akoma firinkyiim mu
…ɛɛnyɛ neɛ ɔhyɛ asrɛ ataadeɛ
…ɛde akoa nsamrane adane ayeyi nnwom
…ɛɛde ɛgye nkaprɛ ne simpoa

Ɔmanbapa ne neɛ aban adwuma yɛ n’akoma adwuma
Na ɔnfa akwadwurɔ nsra nkɔtena hɔ
…ɔnfa muna nhyɛ wɔn anim nkɔ si hɔ
Ɔnfa mmoadoma ahantan ndane ɛkyɛ nhyɛ
Na ɔde mmɔdinbɔ piri mpuntuo
…wɔ n’adwuma ako no

Ɔmanbapa na onim sɛ sɛbi
…agyanan fata agyananbea
Ɛnyɛ nea, sɛbi, asaase ani yɛ n’akotoniɛ
Na ɔɔtɔ nyarewa ma ne man

Ɔmanbapa ne neɛ ɔboa pia abenfo
…hyehyɛ mpuntuo daresen ase
Ɛma aboafo nya nkuranhyɛ papa de gyina wɔn gya
Ma mpo adedamusaa nya nkanyan de dane mpuntuo aboaf

Enti yɛ wo kyɛfa
…na me nyɛ me kyɛfa
Ma yɛn si ɔman nduru mpuntuo mpɛnpɛnsoɔ
Ɛno na ebɛyɛ wo ɔmanbapa
…n’atɔ nkɔsoɔ ama yɛn ne yɛnkyirima
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Ɔpɛpɔn 24, 2020


Prejudice plasters plagues
…even on platinums
Plucking preciousness off perfection
Pushing possible proofs
…into poor pits

Prejudice is like raging fires
…in dry leaves
A little fury is all the air it needs
…to graze the land to destruction
It corrupts thoughts
…blinds souls
…turns friends into foes
And throws darkness on sunny days

Prejudice is a possession best poisoned with objectivity
…and open mindedness
Before it gains roots
…to drag down dignity with drama
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 24, 2020


I know the mountain I seem to be
In the eyes of those who yearn to see
The fence I keep
The heart I keep
But a bad slip can make you trip and flip
…to a fall
Off my attention

You can build manipulations
…into frustrating situations
Hoping they cave me in
To save your win
But that very sin
…will only build higher fences
…on my strong defenses

You can stock many a gift
In hope of my emotional shift
Digging diamonds and plucking stars
Fitting clothes and closing bars
A heart which has seen the pit of pauperhood
…lives priceless
Is there a currency to buy such besides
…a sincere heart?

If there are flowers which can shower
…to grow a loving tower
Trust that my fingers can acquire
After my many moods enquire
Fake lakes dry fast in eyes which have seen
…the bottom of seas
Unassuming is she who models innocence in your eyes
But she hosts a head hawking keys to lies
…told and to be told

So waste no time in chiming your dime
Cry no rivers to shiver in my rhyme
Call no lawyers to have some judges
…to hedge me to your budges
My heart has traveled more miles
…than my body
So grow sincerity
…on a care tree
…on a tender land
Without ropes hanging already made commitments
…with pain clothes and sin pegs
…for another’s unfairness
For I will never fall on an innocent heart
Sucking its oxygen to feed desires
…hawking in many a suitors for my pick
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January, 23 2020


Many untruths walk these streets
In pencil heels
Belling ears to deafness
Modeling beauty which sweats out jealousies from the gullible
Don’t you see?
Can’t you see?

They’ll announce the fall of their enemies
When their friends become their frenemies
They’ll show brand clothes in try ons
And parade foods in their mooching
They’ll make up news to magnetize followers
And get angering views from emotional shallowers
Don’t you see?
Can’t you see?

And then pictures of couples
…twinning in doubles
With make up hiding tears of the past minutes
Smiles, masking frowns of their lives
Celebratory hypocritical clothes for virtual eyes
And oh
…each nonsense has its many worshippers
Even murder!
Don’t you see?
Can’t you see?

It is in these streets many are killed
…on rumour pans
It is on these streets many farm enemies
…through opinion seeds
It is on these streets names develop thorns
…to pierce unseen hearts
It is on these streets nothings
…put on thick veils to hide their horrors
…through catapulting the few authentics with insulting stones
Don’t you see?
Can’t you see?

Dreams are mostly birthed without roots
…on these streets
Hope can be restored through few touches
…on these streets
Truth can model lies
Lies can model truth
Colours can borrow each other’s shade
…for different perspectives
…on these streets
Who is who is a question better unasked
…on these streets

The most fanned are mostly the stupidest
The most shot down are mostly the most worthy
And liars get the most buyers
On these streets
On these virtual streets
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 22, 2020


The forbidden rides juicy bids
Which drives mad the barred hard
To force open its many lids
And play freely in its barred yard

If you just can’t have it
Then the price tag doubles
Because you can’t just shake it
…off your knocking thought troubles

It is like a DNA flaw the creator engraved
…in the core of humanity
None can, from its effects, be saved
And none can, through its effects, get clarity

So good will so turn bad
So the bad, some good will have, with years
Bad will so turn good
So the good will have some bad with years
Forget the fall of the scary changers
The world tires not from producing loving rangers
…who turn strangers and are flagged dangers
…only to turn heroes
That weird twist
…adds to life!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 21, 2020


Even with the carbin crew
…and the other mates
Pilots fly their planes
…always in charge to the end
They get the final say in adding on heights
…general navigation
And landing
Just as they work
I am the lead in my life

I’ll listen to the air
But I know they pass
…never to return
I’ll listen to the suns
But I know they set
…and give room to the dark
I’ll listen to the birds
But I know they leave
…in search of better trees
When days end
… I know I’m the lead in my own life

I can’t parade my frowns through mock towns
I can’t hawk my fears through tear streets
I share my laughter even in my slaughter
I magnetize my smiles through all the painful miles
As my hands know the strength of my legs
And my legs know
…the strength of my heart
…and my heart knows the strength of my mind
I know I’m my own lead
…in this here life
And I must so live
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia @ January 20, 2019


As I sit under this shade
In a pit dug by this spade
Needing a chit to be a shade
Will my bit in this here be made?

Let’s say I quit thinking it charade
And I fit into fate’s forbade
Will a hit bite in a decade
And tit a tat for my fade?

…connect the Sire in a dire dial
Creators sure know their formulas
And can fix all that is jinxed
This pit sit in a quit fit
…deserves a knowing chit
…before a worldly exit hit, please!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 19, 2020


…traps wrap our craps
Making escape seem like raps
…from failing jabs on losing laps
So if you don’t snap out of your craps
…under public scrutiny
You’ll be tapped and slapped
…in your happy naps

So beware
When you
Dare to
All to
And are careless

Pardon best serves the struggling
…not the arrived
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 15, 2020


There’s a dent in the White House
…hell bent on ruining prestige meant
…to glitter on world stages
Rage consumes sages
…in ridicule cages
…soiling adages
And writing shame on history pages

It barks like a dog
…at the croak of a frog
It roars like a lion
…even in a meditating Zion
It roasts bad past
…to feed today’s burst
It shoots at eagles
…to hold on to its shaky mantle
There is a dent in the White House
A dent hell bent on showcasing can’ts as shants
Holding guns to heads with mouths
As the world shivers
…fearing to be blown into pieces
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 14, January 2019


You ask
“Are you sick?”
When you are the sickness
And I’m the infected

You ask
“Is there something you need?”
When you are the something
The something I am needing

You ask
“Can I get you some food?”
And I sigh
Because you have the meal I need
…a heart I need to be fed

You ask
“Have you ever felt this way before?”
How could I have?
I knew not your fever
How could it make me shiver?

Now you say
“I’ll do everything to make it better”
When your heart’s fence wall is higher
…than Afa’s Djato and Ever’s Rest
Dwarfing my dreams into screams deemed noise
…to a fretting yearning

This linguistic code of language exasperates
Because its mouth has no voice hole
Its eyes have no images
Its heart speaks in an all covered cage
So I’m dying
…infected by its tortuous virus
…on its shaming ground
If only you’ll find a vision to see…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 18, 2020


Wo de su n’ɛfrɛ obuo
Nso wo de obideɛ n’ayɛ ebuo
A emu
…wo tɔ di
…wo tɔ nom
…wo tɔ shɛ
…wo tɔ sra
…wo tɔ tutugu wo ho
Nna kra nna yi nyinaa
W’adane abrokyire aboduaba
…wo kyia esisi wɔn kro mu
Ɛbɛ yɛ dɛn na wo deɛ akɔ so?

Saa kasabɛbuo no a mpanyinfoɔ nyuno yɛ sɛ
“Yɛ obi deɛ yie na wo deɛ akɔso” no
…ase nkyerɛ sɛ
Dane wo deɛ ntumoa
…n’afa obideɛ sɛ ayɛnmoa
Hwan na oyi ne nsro to gu
…sesa asaawa hyehyɛ mu
…ɛpiri atɛasefo atepɛn?

Ɔdɔ a wo wɔ ma wo deɛ
…ne ataade pa a ɛfata de twi akoma
…ba w’akɔno ho
Enti ntena amanɔne nnuɔma so mmane obuo
Ɛbɛ dane ebuo abutu wo so
Na sɛ wo dane srehehe akokɔ a
Ɛhɔ na wo bɛ hunu atwiitwii a ɛbɛtwitwa wo nam
Aso a ɛti asɛm na ɛsi adwene a awuo
Ani a ehunu adeɛ na ɛhwiri atimboɔ kuro
Adwuma den na ehia
…nnyɛ ano kyɛkyɛwa
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 17, 2019


When light bleeds out of day
And the sky swallows the moon
And fireflies kill their light
And the world’s energy fails
What will lead eyes to see
…amidst the fear of minds
As frantic hands try a feel?

When the earth gulps seas
…and rivers
And clouds decide to hide
When saliva evaporate from tongue pores
After urine joins the earth’s burn
What will quench thirst
…cool bodies
…fill pores
And store energy in the heart’s regulatory core?

Let’s say the sky decides
…a marriage with the earth
And they decide on blending their skins
As hair on the latter
Which East will direct our West?
Which North will direct our South?

An escape begs for preparation
So why feed on vague distractions?
A better calls for our worse
So why bank on the worst attractions?
Anyansafo are the very minds
…who need no encyclopedias of words
To see the hanging truth
Few words show them
…show them all
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 17, 2019


I felt you
…at a sight
And knew that you
…can be light
…of mine

From your demeanor
…to the colour of your eyes
From your thoughts
…to the songs from your lips
I felt you
I still feel you
Hoping a one from our two

But your readiness is far
And your steadiness is fragile
Matching in every match
Loving in every town

But I sit here
Hoping you sit and think us fit
I sit here
Hoping you see my face in all embrace
I sit here
Hoping all touches
…will be a reminder of me
I sit here
Hoping every kiss will serve my miss
I sit here
Hoping you’ll see my yours
…and become my home
Are my hopes horses in haunting gallops?
Will they ever serve my reality?

It will hurt to wait to forget you
It will hurt
…to wait to ease you from my mind
It will hurt
…for thoughts to dawn on your unloving
But time serves to tend to wounds
…inflicted by love
So I sit here hoping
…that your failing my hopes
…will be taken care of by time
…which saw us meet
…saw the separation
…in its unyoked match
And holds the power to all healing
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 16, 2020


…sitting in your shed
Strings shaddy shocks all over
So you’ve got to relocate into your opponent
…to refurbish you to your comfy taste
…before self settlement
Best believe it!

A body can scatter a bullet
…and burn a bomb
Honey can make a bee
…and sting predators
A stone can break a sword
…and swallow its shine
A mound can swallow a mountain
…and become its master
You can get cow from a milk
…tree from cotton
…sky from rain
…and build bridges from storms
Best believe it

So you fired your boss
…and tossed that spirit into loss
You broke that heart
…and opened its wounds to flies
You killed some dreams
…to exhume some successes
You’re being chased by love
…as you fly high above
You’re that eagle who drags failure
…until it weeps on its knees
…begging you to turn better seed
And you surely buried death
…in a grand funeral
Best believe it!

Best believe it
Best believe that some struggles are best celebrated
Some mourning are best cheered
Some shame are best modeled honourary
And some scandals are best made sandals
…to walk the runways
Best believe it!
Best live it!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 4, 2020

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Abrokwah mmadwoa nni dwoa nti
Na ɔsonsɔn ne ho te sɛ aboa oguan
Na baabi a mmayowa di asa nnyɛ ne tenabea
Baabia ɔdɔ ntoklo deda nnyɛ ne kwan
Mpo na w’akɔ tena ɔdɔ dua ase
…n’ankampɛsɛ w’akɔte bi adi

Na ne sumyɛ mu mmakɔm nisuo
…bɛtumi ahyɛ Akwasua mma
Nso na onyin papa biara
Ɔyaresafoɔ no nhwehwɛmu no pansam n’abusuakuo daeso
Kosi sɛ y’ɛfrɛ no wɔ Kumnipa Afari Buajan ahenfie

Yɛ de too n’anim sɛ
Obi agu aba wɔ Agya Kwaa Atta abaayowa kitiwa no mu
…ama w’afa afuro
Na abɛtɔdwa sɛ
…saa pia no firi n’adjan mu

Na obibiara nnim ne ntam kɛseɛ no
Ne yarehwɛfo no wui ansa na ootu akɔtena Kɔkɔti
Ɔhwɛ abaayowa n’anim
… huu hu ne fɛreɛ
Enti ɔde too nananom anim sɛ
…wɔn ma no nnafua nson
…na ɔnfa moamoa ne ho mmɛhunu wɔn

N’agya ne no kɔɔ bɛn koro mu sɛ
…ɔnkɔ gye abɔfra no ntumu
Ampaniampaa ɔgye abɔfra no
…tua nkwasiabuo sika
Nso ɔpaa Nananom kyɛw sɛ
…ontumi nware Efia Atta
Ɛno nso ho ka bɛ da ne so
…ma no tua yɛ

Mfie du akyi
Abrokwah ne ne ba Akyɛdeɛ tu firi Kɔkɔti kɔtena Afrancho
Na Efia Atta aware Attakorah mfie nsia
…a wɔn nnya ba
Efirisɛ Attakorah ho nsuo kɔɔ abɛgyini
Enti Akyɛdeɛ ne n’agya tuo no, haa wɔn
…ma wɔn de mirika kɔɔ Kumnipa ahenfie bio

Wɔn de su ne ahonuo kɔ pa akyɛw sɛ
…Akyɛdeɛ yɛ Attakorah ba
Na ahohiahia nti na ɛma wɔn de ntwatosoɔ too Abrokwah so
Nana ne n’atenafoɔ de nyansa ka kyerɛ wɔn sɛ
Obi nnua nkrumah nkɔnu abɛ
Ɔbrɛguo ne animguaseɛ a wɔn de gu Abrokwah no nnyɛ kumaa
Na w’akɔfrɛ akae no
Wɔn nnyinaa di ho adanseɛ sɛ
Abrokwah dɔ ne ba no
Enti wɔ de bɛ yi gya wɔn kwan
Neɛ ontumi ne awowa nko no
…nkɔ ka wɔn wuoɔ wɔ mere a wɔn tetare ho
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 3, 2019


When you love the taste of pepper
And you choose to buy tomato
Thinking pepper is hot
Tomato is mild
Know a vomit awaits
…to publicly shame you
A cleanup will wait
…to hardly strain you
A stress will toe
…to emotionally drain you
And a scar will birth
…to befriend to your death
So marry your cherry
…to help carry on your merry

Marry the bad you love
For they can string you on your tingalingalings
And will bring you to your singalingathings
They can drown you in your fantasicalings
And will place you in your dream land
So marry the bad you date
To love the picture on your daily plates
Marry the boss of your mischief
To properly fit on the throne of your chieftain

You can’t choose cold
When you love warm beds
You can’t choose a cross
When you love riding bicycles
And if you choose a mild cow
When you love the taste of fierceness
Which claws will you taste
When you call for a bout in hotness?
Just marry the bad girls you date
Marry the bad boys you date
To keep glued to the love of your choice
So stick to your voice
…and walk on the path you love

Food can be bought
Money can be made
But wild pleasures can’t be found
…in good cooking pots
And those pleasures when sought out
…rain sins
If you fall under coercive kicks of societal power-
You’ll live under a regret dam
So stick to the choice of your heart
Forget the thorns
They’ll bleed to heal
Forget the tongues
They’ll wag to tire
Forget the eyes
They’ll look, blink and redirect themselves
Just choose the taste which tires not your loving tongue
For that is the real spice of love
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © Jan. 3, 2020


…are global citizens
…known as cybercitizens
Without cultural boundaries

Though prejudices walk through fingers and voices
And friendships are made through interests and choices
Curiosity beats all label noises
Making it a nation without boundaries

Surely clashing interests end in bouts
Horrid hobbies get the shouts
But dreams have a supportive channel which outs
…the talented
Oh what a nation without boundaries!

So those who plant good seeds will grow
As others will know
And water and sunshine to show
And those who plant mischief
…will be killed by bombs of a thief
It is like a karma ball
…in a boundary boundaryless hall

…many faces hide to chide
…some faces hide in fear
…some faces follow in shadows
…words buried never die
…they become future angels
…or haunting ghosts
So rare care is needed in arguing
Tact is needed even in fact sharing
Fairness must be served on all plates
For global citizenship calls for dynamic acceptance
So all can fit in
…no matter how small the space of our minds
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 2, 2019


(Wishing all followers a prosperous New Year!)
Channel your fears into dears of mere
And fall your tears into cheers oh queer
For you are the hands which steer your years
And are the gears which can clear from your rear
…with a breathing chit

You have new days with awesome rays
And some new aspirations with inspiring yays
You do have new suns to make your hay
And have new ways to work your say
Yes you –
…in a doubting pit!

So smile even as you taste some bile
And walk even if it’ll take many a mile
Your piles might change to worth your while
And your jeers might file your awesome dial
…in a sadness sit!

So yay to the nays in days gone astray
Ray on the bays which hid gay in your stay
For why in things that have gone awry
Does naught to change the shy in a sty
Build a confidence
…for your own benefit!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 1, 2020


The future keeps secrets
…which births with time to create shocks
…in the pleasant and or otherwise
Leading this mind to struggle
…to disentangle these questions

Those heads
…nodding and shaking
Will most soon still
…to hide and cry?
Those shoulders
…playing ups and downs
…like see-saws on a playfield
Will they soon stiffen
…to defrost their bold?
Those wriggling buttocks
…snaking and electrifying
Will they cool
…to regrets and hurts?
And those mouths
…humming and singing
Will they soon shut
…to bow to defeat?
If those legs break down
…and those hands hide
If those faces cloud with sadness
…and those stomachs growl in hunger
If those thighs dry from shaking
…and those waists stop their breaking
What medicine will light their now
…to break their ice?

The giggles and laughter
The music and company
The hugs and kisses
The sways and dances
Can’t you freeze them in a forever
…to stamp a lifetime of happiness?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 30, 2019


Whiskers on rabbits
…feeding fat
From juices of ants
…who are tasting bats
So fair!

Crumbs of peace
…drowning in pieces
As tiring muscles
…push protruding tummies
…on ceremonial trucks
So fair!

Like Oliver Twist
…now it is a demanding twist
…blood is the more
…they need to store their failing chores
It has to be blood of the suffering?
Oh so fair!

Why work wails to be weaned
…but luxury climbs in the winning
Why poverty seizes to be healed
…but high comfort kro-chia for attention
And oh why souls struggle to host bodies
…as bosses polish their crowns with national sweat
Tickle to hurt
…burn to scar
Oh they shoot to kill
…and bomb to blast
Our hope to cope
But who cares?
Certainly fairness is modeling
…the clothes of its antonyms
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 29, 2019


There are good air
…bad air
…fair air
…and rotten air
But judge no air
…by root

Some good air can turn bad
Some bad air can turn good
Some fair air can turn unfair
Some rotten air can grow to smell sweet
So judge no air by its root

Fates turn upside down daily
Who can blame the earth for its changes?
So see the air for its worth today
Judge the air for its impact today
Judge no air
Just judge no air
And remain fair
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 28, 2019


Sɛ afe afe ne ho afiri n’aprɔ
…ɛɛkɔ tɔ afe foforo nhyiaso yi
Asan afedie bebree na asumsum
Ɛnti ahwɛyie ne ahobanbɔ afidie
…a onipa biara hia de ayɛ ahowen

Bɔ wo ho ban firi asan ho
…na ma w’adɔfo adwen nkɔ adidie
…wɔ asomdwoe agrɔdibea
Bɔ wo ho ban firi ɔhaw ho
…na ma w’adɔfo tirimupɔ nnyɛ adwumadin
…mma ho mfaso bi nso wo so
Bɔ wo ho ban firi kookaa kookaa ho
…na ma wo fiefoɔ enya adwobrew abodin
Mpo yɛ ntasa ahwɛyie
…na obi mfomsoɔ aandane w’asan
Nna pɔ kitiwaa sane yɛ sane na
Ɔhaw tɔ buɔ nnyɛ den
…nso ne kɔdae yɛ ademua

Obiara hwɛ ne ho
…ansa w’atwa n’ataade
Obiara ka ne kenten
…ansa w’atam ahyehyɛ ne nuɔma apue
Onyansani na ɔde n’ani hwɛ
…ma n’adwen dwen
N’aso te
…ma ne hwene hwan
…ansa n’ano aka anaa
…ne nan akɔ
Anaa mpo
…ne tɛkrɛma atam akɔto ne yɛm
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 27, 2019


I hope for skies
…which have tasted no stars
…and have seen no moons
To be blessed with the lights
…of your celestial brights

a. Skies – Humans
b. Stars – Gifts
c. Moons – Breakthroughs
d. Celestial brights – Miracles

And for we those in blindfolds
Seeing not the celestial brights
…passing us by
I pray for a fall
…of whatever knot
…to help us see
And shine our be

We live to falls
…in need of rises
We live to walks
…in need of runs and flies
A cycle daunting
A be haunting
Won’t you please be a hand
To make us stand?
And be the band
…to help us understand?

We’ll follow through the shallow and the hollow
If we know you’ve got our fears
…as your foes
We’ll drive through the strifes of life
…if we know you’re the road
…and our steers to hold
We’ll fly through all the turbulence
If we know you’re the plane and the pilot
So throw d, c and b on all a
To help us till we fall back into you
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 27, 2019


The first knew well
They jingled their bells
And brought joy to the world
…by recognizing a birth

Now it’s all about
…”What I want for Christmas”
…”On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me”
And the icing,
…”So this is Christmas.
What have you done?”
Oh things have been flipped to bad

Now grown humans turn infant Jesuses
Craving present day incense
…myrr and gold
Slashing off the hunt for a life
…neglecting those who died
…to cover Herold’s needs

At least see the poor as Jesus
At least see the prisoners as Mary
At least see the sick as the family of Joseph
At least let your fine clothes
…reflect your soul and spirit

Booze and atupa
Jeers on anopa
Highs and lows
Where is the birth
…that helped a death
…and led to sins and forgiveness?
This is truly Christ’s Mask
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 26, 2019


While you wail your worse
…through the wins of yesteryears
And moan the gemütlich atmosphere
…that disaster distroyed
Know, those in the painless world
…are kvelling
And do swell with love
…knowing you’ll do well

The moments you shared will die not in you
They’ll just feel special
…and be mind videos
…for only you
The whispers you shared
…will taste no deaths
…in your eardrums
They’d just act audios
…for your everyday use
And the gone touches
…will build memories in pores
The lost laughter will
…build happiness in store
There sure is nothing left unprepared
…for your adjustment
If only you will,
…like a great harvester
…look back and see

None unfinishes a deed before leaving a scene
…in life’s sphere
Short memories just asks for more singular additions
Loneliness just calls for more friendly additions
Bitterness just calls for meditations
Life is like a puzzle of future
Though none knows
…signs show in deeds of yesterday
…with pushes of deeds of today
The future is gently waiting to be plucked
…just by your faith stick
…through your self belief
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 26, 2019


Gift to the glory of God
…who gives you grace
…to be great and good
…and grants you gain
…to see the greatness of growth
…you grown

Give to the giftless without gloating
You gifted
And grow in your garden of good
…oh be generous

For this garden of gifts
…grows gorgeous in getting
If you give in grace from the grass
…you’ve gotten grace to grow
Giving can glee the forgotten into a golden-heart

Goodness of giving
…gay-grips the given
And greatly grows giving
…in the given
Giving-power guides gallant growth of greatness
…which galaxies to glow
…on the giver

Giving is a gift only the gifted can give
So give to the growless and gain a glimpse
…into the guidance of goodness
You grown and glowing
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 26, 2019


(To all my Christian followers, Merry Christmas! This is your special dedication 💕💞💖)

All those looking forlorn and worn
Tap into the horn of this born
…this morn
And think of what he will adorn
…to push your ills to the gone

With the birth comes a light
To shine bright your dark
With this birth comes your sight
To gage right your mark
With His birth comes your delight
To call right your herald’s hark
Jesus the baby’s birth is hope for your journey of freedom
In each Christ and Holy kingdom

It is a truck of luck
It is a sign of laughter
It is a sign of hidden stars
…gaining a stage-like moon
It is a love divine
It is a care of mercy
It is a sacrifice which suffices to wash
…all sinful edifices
So celebrate in a jubilation
And follow the growth of fresh breath
…to your wins
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © December 25, 2019