As to why the hen
Acts not like the eagle
In feeding its young
I have not the faintest idea

Could it be that
Eagles are too strong so take on the search?
If so, then how come hens hatch more?
Isn’t hatching difficult?
But even I must admit the strength of eagles’ wings

Could it be different ideologies?
“Teach to fish instead of fishing for”
Being the hens motto
“Strengthen before teaching”
Being that of eagles?

What crazy sanities
Ring like odd and likeable bells in my mind?
Of course they are both right
If they are being judged
Both a little wrong too
Because they are different
On all levels
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015


In blooming,

A Bacchanalian orgy is exciting

A farther travelling of our times

Make it a soggy living.

Partying tiredness sets in

As we near our holes of eternal rest


A noise we jumped with

Becomes an unfunny scare

Thoughts of fun no longer feature showing off

Tranquillity  is peace not freedom uncensored

Every foot of year comes with an eye opener

Of unnecessary blunders we blindly committed


Life hides the most wisdom

From the eyes of the teen

The slow unwrapping of  true living

Is a killer with no antidote

Why must we get the full view

When we are almost in our eternal holes?

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014



The eye watches

It is a powerful tool

Good or bad, no cram needed

Just pick a thing.


His biodata your eye watches

No matter how intense it spells fool

His life’s pen cannot be weeded

Neither can yours, so just pick a thing


Pencils are like torches

They can be on and cleanly off, how cool

But our lives are like pens, tippers of goodness are needed

Even with that, some mistakes are obvious, so just learn a thing


The wise learns a thing or two as he watches

That makes him cool

So no death is needed

To have a wise brain, at a time, just learn a thing.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014


NOTE: Wisdom can be attained if we learn from even the foolishest of people, because wisdom cannot be found in one head. No matter your status, try learning a thing from whoever you meet, even from a crying child.