ECSTACIA (ADULT POETRY)

So-Alive

Now I indulge in chanty duets

Not painful pushy frets

I ascend the heavens,

Pass cloud nines to the elevens,

Held by potent electricity

Lighted from my sternum, cursing my chastity

 

Smooth cheeks take me far

Bewhiskered, and we are at par

The delectation of each brush

Grants my vehicle a fuel stash

To move with the tempo of cupid’s passion

Making tingles a great sensation

 

Don’t I love this?

Every part of me is in the fix

From the standing hair

To the tips of the feet are being treated fair

Gentle strokes’ tempos are to be followed

Hard rough drives are to be explored

 

We’ve come this far

From our mothers’ being serviced like many a car

Their chairs being sat on

Until the destination of the drivers are chanced upon

They had no complains

And had no guts to set restrains

 

Now no shivers

Means no swimming in any rivers

No electricity

Means no strolls to any city

I live in love

When I’m done, I sigh like I’ve been blessed from above

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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MOCKERS IN RICHES

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Laughter resonates

From the abyss of the acquired

The acquired watch their masters

Slumber with no awareness

Mocked pageant of self ownership fills the air

At this point, they’re unowned

And can belong to any daring hands

But the snores are so confident

That they have eyes on watch

When they’re also of the flesh

Can a cocoyam leaf protect another

Cocoyam leaf from the heat of the boiling water?

Definitely, weak moments visit

I am the gold of old

I was awakened from the soil

Burnt, polished and refined by you mockers

But I was here before you

And will be here long after you leave

So play pool and knock each other into the ever ready mouth

Of the earth

I still watch from my abyss

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

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A SONNET OF KARMA

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There is quietude in the midst of the noise

There is noise in the midst of quietude

There are humans amidst the inhumans

There are inhumans amidst the humans

No, there are the inhumans lurking in every human

Yours may spark with the light of materialism

His may spark in the light of the centre of women

Hers may spark with the quest for fame

Mine might spark with the quest to curb loneliness

Everyone has a spark of inhumanness stacked somewhere

A ball bounces back to its owner when it’s thrown to hit a wall

So wag the tongue in its enclave

If you know you will lock yours forever

One good turn deserves another, so does a bad turn

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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SOW A SEED

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Sow a seed

In an infant

It’ll grow to feed

You and your nation

 

Just plant a seed like an ant

And it’ll grow like an elephant

To wow the world,

Your world

 

We can starve for a day

Our stomachs will have nothing to say

But smiles will accompany many infant mouths

And your blessing will never decay

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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Update on Apagya Project – Work to start!

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When Nana Awere Damoah fought for the completion of the Apagya Project to see our young ones comfortable in their classrooms, I reblogged. Our little pennies have gone a long way to help. It is not too late to join in the good gesture. Here is an account of the spendings with pictures of receipts so you know the work is being done. Thank you Nana Damoah, you;ll always be blessed for your good heart.

Originally posted on Nana A Damoah:

30 August 2014

Dear Friends,

This is a quick update on the Apagya R/C Project for which we sought your kind donations and support some weeks ago.

Due to your kind donations, we have been able to raise over GHC5000! A group of philanthropists who hail from Apagya had also expressed interest in the project, with a fund of about GHC6000, so we joined forces.

On Tuesday 26 August, our representative joined up with a rep of the other group and travelled to Kumasi to purchase items to start work on the roofing and concrete works to arrest the erosion of the foundation/concrete apron.

A member of the planning team connected us to a hardware dealer who gave both discounts and contributed to the project by paying half of the transportation cost from Kumasi to Apagya, which is GHC300. He also left his duties and took us round to make…

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THE DAY SMILES

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The day’s smile, is his light

No matter the winds,

The day smiles

No matter the storm,

The day smiles

No matter how long the clouds thread,

The day smiles

No matter the amount of tears he weeps,

The day smiles

No matter the deadly nature of the fumes he inhales,

The day smiles

Let the rackets make noise,

The day will smile

Let the wicked show him tons of blood

The day will smile

Because he knows his smile is what makes the path visible

For day travellers

Be the day today and forever.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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THE HEARTS OF THE CHILDREN WEEP

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They swam in competition for the eggs

And won their race

Just hoping for some pecks

So they bore all the cramping and escaped from sicknesses’ chase

Only to come to the shore

To realize they boarded the wrong vehicles

 

 

Now what?

No matter the many walks one will take

You see some begging for labour shot

Trying to fake their ages in order to their meals bake

Their sweats cry for help

As their will conquereth their pain

 

These angels on the street

Trying to be on their feet

They gnash their teeth

In order to hunger beat

They strain their bodies’ meat

And kill their smiles

 

Let the vehicles that brought them here

Take them back there

There, where their struggles started

There, where their trust forced them to war

Seeing some lost their parts, others hungry,

Others suffering, being beaten and dying is horrendous

 

Please wake to feed the labour of your pleasure

Mother earth, please let them see the curses they’re incurring

Father sky, please help the pleasurers know their sins have no measure

These angels came to help us live on, only asking for initial caring

They do not deserve this? Please Africa rise

To get them off the street and out of their misery

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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SINFOMAHIACS

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They sit on the fury of the gods

And fan them to snooze

Everyone is onboard this sin against the gods

 

Some watch as some touch

The symbolic tails of the chained seer

To hide their sins under its fur

 

Some sip from the calabash of hatred

Others eat from the earthenware of deceit

While others plant the seeds of pain

 

Some kill the souls of the pious

Others steal from the banks of the poor

While others drink the blood of their dead ancestors

 

Some drain the sweat of the innocent

Some call for the lazy mentality

As some swear their fake innocence amidst the storms of chaos

 

What will happen when the gods finally wake?

Who will be left? Who will be taken?

Who will spared? Whose head will be on the chopper?

 

The winds which help in the sleeping dosage

Will connive with the storms to get us

And we’ll cave in because of their anger

 

We all know the anger of the gods have no ears,

No conscience and no sympathy

So let’s keep fanning hoping our hands will never be tired.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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SHOW ME A BLACK JESUS

Show me a black Jesus

And I’ll change my name to Christiana Peters

 

I’ll carry His words like a heavy cross

Because I’ll know He is my life’s source

 

I say show me a black Jesus

One who was taunted with a banana

 

And I’ll follow his steps to the tomb

Believing He’ll raise me up after three days

 

Show me a black Jesus

One whose mother was beaten and molested

 

And I’ll grovel at the feet of His remembrance house

Even if I’m called a thousand names

 

Show me a black Jesus

Who bore seeing horrible children starve

 

And I’ll bear it all

In its entirety

 

Show me a black Jesus

One who lived foreseeing his words being used to capture his future

 

But cared not and I’ll quietly follow Him

Without any problem

 

Show me a black Jesus

And let me ask Him why I feel this way

 

Dejected and feeling used by His words

Seeing His existence as my bondage

 

If you can’t, please leave me be

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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MY LOVE ALWAYS AT ITS SIMPLEST

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I know it is like a contest

But I see in many the yearning for a conquest

You don’t have to do a thing

You need to make me a being and not your thing

What you feel within, please to me confess

I’ll see the moment as priceless

And I’ll love you more

Even if you turn out to be a bore

I won’t care about your pocket

As long as I have you under my cold blanket

In your eyes, I’ll freeze beauty with words

Making thorns into comfortable beds

Just for you

Yes you

Don’t feel burdened to let the ocean of your eyes flow

When there is a crack in the flow

I won’t ever see it as a weakness

I’ll be fulfilled knowing I’m there to help in sweetness

Just so you know

You don’t have to many words know

I won’t bombard you with words

All I’ll give are those you’ll understand, simple words

So bear your soul to me

And let me see

The real you

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©2014

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DOPED IN HIS AUTOEROTICISM

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Help! He finds pleasure in autoeroticism

Can that be considered cheating?

Who do I fight with for my partner?

Himself? Then I’ve lost the game

All the twinkles left the sky of my eyes

The curves have migrated from the contours of my mouth

Life stares down at my soul-less being

And shakes its head

What is it?

Am I not desirable?

Am I so horrible that a fake hymophroditism

Seems more appealing?

Someone should get me a cream to smear

Get me a lovable clothy skin

Get me a lovable lady trait

And get me out of this torture

This is pure torture undiluted

Fighting for one who is in love with himself

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NIKKI SAMONAS; GREEDY OR CLUELESS?

 

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Nikki Samonas is a character I like to watch in movies but her recent interview with Deloris Frimpong Manson (Delay) got my attention the wrong way. Being someone who is a role model and seeks to promote learning through her NGO Help Them Learn she must not openly portray the “use what you have to get what you want” theory. Let’s forget about her purported to have promised a kiss for the first goal scorer of the Black Stars.

When asked by Delay what she thinks about women who have no boyfriends who pay, she said “it is their own palava” translating from Akan to English. I hope no girl who looks up to her watched the interview. Her greed for money with her justification being her poor background is appalling. To her, men are nothing but paying banks and she kept on stressing her need for money from men. Girl why did you struggle to go to school? To be a high class body exchange woman?

If this gets to you Nikki, I am no one to judge you, but I think you should keep your high profiled money exploits through your feminist charm private. With you talking about your many men on national television, it is not you who would not want Ekow Smith Asante, I bet he will not want you even if he is paid.

Since you speak Twi very well, I have this for you as well “madi wo ho yaw paa” for being that happy about using men for money.

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HER DEMONIC SIDE

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Hannah was a sweet girl

Who couldn’t hurt a weak fly

Until Jack took her flower

And abandoned her leaf

 

No one saw anger developing claws

In her, none saw revenge digging a hole in her

What we saw was her lost frame in the sea of hate

She first uprooted Jack’s roots and got out to hunt

 

Now she hunts for everything with a stick

Sowing bitterness in humans with paths

And scaring them off the seeds which could better

Their farms, amazing what some hurt can achieve

 

Innocent turned demon

A demon crushing and chewing hearts

Everyone has forgotten what changed her

They are only cursing her demon

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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IF YOU ASK ME

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If you ask me

I’ll tell you there’s no interest

Mice could live in your stomach

Tell it to others and they cry

Over their own stomachs

 

If you ask me

I know none cares

Write beautifully, if they’ve never stepped in your word house

Or wish to step in there,

They’ll shun and curse the thought

 

If you ask me

I know none cares

Your beautiful dress is all they see

Even if you pay a fee

For a perfect you

 

If you ask me

I’ll say shove it

Throw no fit

Just sit

And look for what caused it

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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THE GAME

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Cats and rats

Stay in opposite rays

They clap and slap

Their eyes on each other;

Rats desperate in outwitting

Cats desperate for food

“No offence intended

No defence for the weak”

Is the slogan of cats

“No place for slacking”

Be a cat or a smart rat

Chances are, you live full

Or you live being a good runner

Just don’t be none

Because then, you’ll be chewed anyway

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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JUST SAYING

I cannot be shamed

Or defamed

Because I’m in my own life’s vehicular driving seat

No defeat

Can get to me

Because clearly, they help me see

With determination and dedication

I’ll get to my rightful destination

Let all the brethren do same

And put enemies to shame

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PEACE WITHOUT, CHAOS WITHIN

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I stand on this mountain top

Looking at the beautiful terrestrial contours

As I smooch the benevolent dew drop

 

I stand mesmerized by the lands

Which comfortably sit in innocence

Bearing all barbarisms in its belly and saying nothing to terroristic bands

 

I stand here

Closer to God

Asking how she can all these bear

 

My land, peaceful from afar

Chaotically rendered by illiterates of wisdom

Always looking for opinions from afar

 

Don’t frown on me

If you are an environmental abuser

You are part of the chaos, you see?

 

If you are a human abuser

You are a greater part of the chaos within

Point no one as the causer

 

If you contribute to air pollution

You form part of the chaos

So you are in the chaotic jurisdiction

 

Even if you sit in indifference

You form part of the chaotic storms

Because you cause no difference

 

Hmmm. If only I could sit here forever

On this mountain top without being hunted down

My happiness and peace of mind will be forever

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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PAST LIVERS

 

PAST

Theirs was to be the cooks

And shy from books

 

Theirs was to the weights

Of the night and be baits

 

Theirs was to be the incubators

And be great spectators

 

Theirs was to till the farms

And protect little ones from harms

 

Theirs was to be clear of dreams

And fetch water from streams

 

Theirs was to be the punching bags

And end up as old hags

 

Guess what? That was theirs

And not mine

 

We have passed that time

When in the dark, we used to you mime

 

We have passed that time

When our dreams cried in graves

 

I want my dreams to sing here

Here in Africa, here in Ghana

 

Female cannot do without male

Male cannot also to without female

 

But the world would rather retain female

Than male

 

So suppress not my thoughts

Make me no cots

 

Be with me or without me

But leave my wings to help me fly

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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THE STRENGTH OF NEED

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Under the dark dark sky

With fireflies as our light,

We cared only about our hearts’ rhythms

And shunned the noisy mosquitoes

 

Hunger tried but failed in its bid for our separation

Money tried but failed woefully

And aimless tongues tried all they could but ended up

Hiding under the skirts of their mouths

 

I never knew fame could overthrow them

Here I sit, dressed like a mannequin

Remembering those days

When hunger had a permanent seat in my stomach

 

It is sad, this melody of fame

It lures its interests onto a stage

And makes them dance for eternity

Neglecting all life’s treasures

 

I may leave before you notice

I hope it won’t be too late then

I hope what memories you’ll have

Won’t be those we shared in the famished past

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

 

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FEAR OF TRUST

Sea shells

Sea shells

talk to the shores like pretty dolls

talk to their girls

 

They ask for cover

They ask for completeness

They ask for freedom but they get captured

 

If I’ll end up that way

Under your cover

Please leave me under this dangerous shade

 

The winds may rape me

As the moon watches

And the stars giggle

 

The rains may whip me

As the storm rages

And lightening watches

 

The sun may burn  me

As the breeze tries to soothe

My huge wounds

 

But I’d rather be in pieces

Than be painfully unpolished to shatter

In fine, safe hands

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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UNCHAINED

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She’s like sapphire

Transparent in feelings,

She blabbers about her dearest

Embracing her absence

And wearing her yearnings like a beautiful gown

 

I feel I’m watching a weird movie

I live like her, if not more occupied

So why does she try to taunt me with names?

Could it be her loneliness is more attractive by the cover of a name?

Is the world treating her better because she has a name as her blanket?

 

Why can’t the world love reality?

I am unaided and I don’t hide it

But I’m free, free to live

I never wait in tear-jerking anticipation

I live waiting on me, that is sincerity

 

Being sincere is the best way

But the world condones lies to one’s self

I don’t want to live that way

I want to live making love to the African air

I want to live being caressed by the African sea

 

I cannot live being whipped by its deadly societal customs

Let the superstitions and bad treatments flee from me

Let those who lie to themselves get mirrors of truth

Let those who carry issues of people to the market

Buy real goods for sale

 

Mine will sell

But it’ll sell without returns

And I could care less

Because the seller gets beaten in the end

I’m living like a true African, not like one bounded by heavy societal wires

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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THE PLEDGE

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“I’ll close my heart

And stop it

From taking in any possible breaker

 

I’ll immerse myself

In work which keeps me fulfilled

And will never look into attractive eyes

 

I swear to live by myself

Doing good and neglecting all males

Let them drown for all I care”

 

All these are promises like a woman in labour

Her thoughts are hazy

Her hurt conquereth her mouth

Her pain makes her blabber unmeaning words

 

Love is like death

It needs no invitation

So let the pledge be as I have

And open up

Open the gates of your heart

And keep your head close

You never know

You might be hosting an angel in disguise

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MY FIRST ANTHOLOGY

FINAL COVER, MUM C

This is the part where I say thank you to all those who have been supporting me. My first anthology is coming up soon. It embodies everything we can think of, please watch out.

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FLAWLESS IN MY FLAWFULNESS

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Rains are blessings

Rains can be curses

Fire is a servant

Fire can be a murderer

Food is what we are

Food can steal our treasured lives

I am a near nirvana

Flawed, heavily flawed

In unmanageable hands

I am like the fire which kills the cold

But my buttons must not be pushed

Lest I kill the one I was protecting from the cold

I am flawless in my flawfulness

Always ready to serve

Cut to perfection’s perfection

Cut to perfection’s destruction

I am a flawless being

Treat me as such, and you’ll be served flawlessly

You treat me flawful to your own peril.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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MAKE ME A MELON PLANT

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If there is a chance I’ll turn into a plant

When the earth receives my being,

Please make me a creeping plant

Specifically a water melon plant

And give me space to climb, crawl and lie

I’d like to climb the tallest tree

And give my tips the chance to feel the breeze

I’d like to crawl on any grounds

To feel the thorns and fine sand alike

I’d like to feel the rain, lie under the sun

And make it easy for it to talk to my open palms

I’d like to have the freedom to operate

And when the time comes,

I’d like to give birth to a fruit

Big enough to feed an entire household

Please let it be so

If there is a plant stage for beings.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

 

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IRE-LAND

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You took me to the land of ire

Where there’s none called sire

And made me an ire-nian

And a natural believer of “Do

What the Romans do

When you go to Rome”

 

I had the eyes which hatred emoted,

Hands which easily smote,

Mouth which spat and threw fits,

Legs which stomped and kicked,

A heart which fumed and drove destruction,

A head which was overtaken by my environ

And obviously, a body which rested not

 

What fled from me, was my conscience

It left with my objectivity and good judgment

I was left with all kicks and hits,

All shouting and spewing spear words,

All hatred while I was completely deaf,

I never knew in the land of the ire,

None had ears

 

I tore clothes of trust,

Destroyed jewelries of reverence

And wore from head to toe,

The clothes of shame after I left ire-land

Now here I am

On my knees

My eyes lowered

My mouth shut

My heart sober

My head bowed

My heart coiled

One palm sitting on the other

The only parts helping

Are the ears which did not go with me

 

I am truly wretched

Please help me up

Wash me clean

And never send me to the Land of Ire

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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MY AFRICA

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I chew groundnut in its shell

I eat maize on its bell

Okro in my stew flows from my backyard

Plucking plantain is not hard

Getting cassava just needs a tool

If I want, I’ll eat like a fool

Pepper calls to be plucked

As tomatoes’s lipstick aims to seduce

Onions dance in the air

As salts washes itself on the shore

This is my home

This is Africa

This is Ghana.

The freedom of life,

The flirting with nature

Is best done on my shores

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

 

 

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LIGHTER, PLEASE LIGHT

Do it to perfection

The needed direction

Which will take me to that mansion

 

Do it to perfection

By not going against your instruction

To cause any commotion

 

Do it to perfection

The words which wow the congregation

And gain you much affection

 

Because I’m open eyed in this mansion

Looking for why I need to undertake the huge mission

When you follow not your own vision

 

Hands sweep for legs to walk

Hearts issue for the mouth to talk

Don’t become a weak stalk.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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SMILE, I SEE YOU

I see you

With sadness sitting on your face

Impatience running you a race

Uncertainty holding your pace

And all the pain you brace

 

I see you

With the mentality growing in your mind

The fears you hide for none to find

The complacency of hatred you happily bind

And all the revenge you grind in your mind

 

I see you

Crying for help in a blind situation

From those who turn to announce to the nation

As you bow your head with no oration

And you feel like an inferior creation

 

I see you

Entangled in life’s ups and downs

You move from a town to many towns

And meet no good than many clowns

They dance around as your emotion frowns

 

I see you

He sees you

There’s that one who needs you

You only need to be you

And you’ll see the you in those eyes

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

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DEAR LORD,

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Standing on a mountain top

I have the eyes to sadly pop

The ills which never seem to stop

In the full glare of the big cop

 

He is a big moral flop

Who has from his sanity gladly hop

He is being awarded a disgusting crop

To say no word to make them stop

 

Righteous ones shop

For the one to stop

The heinous weeds with much crop

But all have been bought by the crop

 

The weaver above must be awfully sad

Watching things which makes Him mad

How did things get this bad?

There is no difference between a lad and a dad

 

Help me fly

From this mountain of disgust

Try to help me fly

From this chaos of mistrust

So this view passes me by.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

 

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A DUET TONIGHT

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Tonight, I need to sing a duet

I’m equipped with this high tone set

On this stage where many have bet

 

Tonight, I need to blend in bliss

In a shivering electrifying kiss

To make enemies extremely hiss

 

Tonight, I need to sleep for long

In a world where I’ll safely belong

Blessed with a good love song

 

Tonight, I need to send away

All the commotions of yesterday

And wear thoughts which will happily pay

 

Tonight has to be the night

Where all our angels will watch right

And give all demons a fright

 

Tonight must be unforgettable

Our merging must never be regrettable

The tempo of our hearts needs to be laudable

 

Hold me here

Touch me there

Meet me square

Just be fair

And tomorrow’s feeling will be rare.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

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THE LONG JOURNEY

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My journey is long

My aim is somewhere to belong

I was the earth, trampled upon

Pounded by metal boots

Then butchered

 

I felt all the pain

But ended up as part of some mortar

For construction of a building.

I couldn’t care less,

From the earth to the sky was an upgrade

 

Hardly did I know I’ll be part

Of a beautiful shelter

Which will go into the annals of nature

I stand, occasionally slapped

But I love this moment and will forever

Love the thoughts of rising with fresh wounds

Into looking at horrible scars

Then polishing to be a part of this building

An experience on this journey

I’ll keep moving, keep polishing

Until I reach the unslappables.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

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AN EXCERPT FROM MY POEM “OBAMA/OSAMA EYE OPENER”

“Who would’ve known

The one who made the powerfuls terror known

Could be taken down

In an open town

By one whose name rhymes

As his and lived in his same times?

 

Who would’ve known

The one whose fear was never shown

Would have no voice

And no choice

And would be stripped off his poise

As his rancorous enemies rejoice?”

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Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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AN EXCERPT FROM PARENTINOLOGY

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“Kwaku Ananse wove a nest

Which caught him in his naughty quest”

The Ghanaian parenting sages

Go with many of these adages

 

“And the princess met the prince

Became queen and king, gave birth to a prince”

The European parenting sages

Tell the little agers in their thoughtful sages

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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ONE LOVELY BLOG AWARD

Thank you http://downstreamofthoughts.wordpress.com/ for nominating my blog for the wpid-one-blog-lovely-award

Truly humbled.

How One Lovely Blog Award works:
1. You must thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their blog.
2. You must list the rules and display the award.
3. You must list 7 facts about yourself.
4. You must nominate 15 other bloggers, and comment on 1 of their posts to let them know they’ve been nominated.
5. You must display the logo and follow the blogger who nominated you.

 

7 facts about me:

I am a third child but I’m regarded as the first

I think my local language Akan, is the most beautiful language ever

I am a true Ghanaian and love my Africa no matter how much I criticise it

I love all forms of art

A minute after you tell me something, I would get a hundred meanings to it

Writing is my greatest hobby

Children always get on my soft spot, they can never go wrong with me

 

I nominate:

http://redgladiola.wordpress.com/

http://maxadaland.wordpress.com/

http://themirrorobscura.wordpress.com/

http://irisgreenwald.wordpress.com/

http://bdhesse.wordpress.com/

http://shawnbird.com/

http://lifeofanoptimistickid.com/

http://moonlightsonata1990.wordpress.com/

http://nanaarhintsiwah.wordpress.com/

http://charles1958.wordpress.com/

http://michaelfinkpoetry.wordpress.com/

http://zar4h.wordpress.com/

http://robertokaji.com/

http://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/

http://meganelizabethmorales.wordpress.com/

 

I think all these blogs are mazing. There are many others I wish to add but it is limited to 15. Thanks for blogging everyone.

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DEAR OPEN DIARY

I see,

I hear,

I laugh,

I yearn,

I hurt,

I cry,

I turn to you

My sacred diary

 

Dear open diary blog

I hope you never

Wash in-shore

Swear you’ll always be here

And hold my thoughts

Without judgement

 

On and off

In and out

Be my server

Though I’m a thorn

All cool flowers have cruel thorns

Bear my happiness and pain alike.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

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FITS OF APOPLEXY

The day felt cold

My pride felt old

My eyes and mind run wild

My emotions run wild

The beehive was stirred by a stick

 

I took the wheels without eyes

Rejecting all the worried eyes,

Met the sun,

Which asked why I run

I looked but saw not and trashed the sun

 

Then it left my path

Bringing heavy darkness onto my path

I got stuck and cried my hard luck

I looked but none had my back

My fit of apoplexy left me stranded and lonely

 

To what end will I have gone?

My loved ones were those shunned

With no road, no sun and no beings

How do I move on?

I wish there is a pause on fits of apoplexy.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

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LEAD THE WAY

I stand on a little mountain

Surrounded by so many huge  mountains

Some with openings showing many a beautiful fountain

I tried but lost the countings

 

All shout to be looked and booked

I sit, stand, try running

But realise I am rooted

Until I choose, my running is no running

 

Imagine all shouting “We are the root to the messiah”

All with writings mostly trampling on my desire

All fighting against each other

Yet preaching peace which does not make me like one or the other

 

God up above

I’m saying you’re up above
Because that is all they have in common

Get this heart out of this commotion

 

Hold my hand and lead the way

Take me through the right path

Whatever it is, I’ll  give you my say

When you hold my hand and lead the way.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

 

 

 

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BARCAMP TAMALE 2014: INNOVATION AND MOTIVATION

The 4th Barcamp Tamale kicked off with breakfast at 9am on August 23 2014 at the Tamale Sport Stadium. There was an introduction of Barcamp Ghana and how it came into being by Ato Ulzen Appiah who is the director and founder. Here, we got to know that Barcamps are organized in many regions in Ghana. There are also others who organize Barcamps in other African countries. Mentors were asked to introduce themselves to the audience. Highly motivational youth were on stage. Rashida Aduni Ganiyu, DeLiman Yaro Ruka, Kofi Larbi @NuttyKola, Josh Wuntimah Salifu, Mr Shani Mahama, Masahoud Codjoe, Abdul Washeed my humble self and many others. Every mentor had a motivation story, a failure story, and an uplifting story. Being a mentor myself,  I was inspired hearing the things even mentees had to share, how they drew their questions in, their fears, their passions which made me see myself in most of them. Even accomplished people came to be mentored. One could clearly see that Barcamp is what it is, mentoring, networking, learning, inspiration, and developing new ideas. And from writing to governance, blogging to entrepreneurship, broadcasting to the usage of social media, everything was on point. Here are some of the mentoring sessions in pictures.

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After this, there was a lunch break where sumptuous meals were served. Then the breakout sessions on writing and blogging, governance, entrepreneurship, Wikimedia and many others were formed. Participants were enthusiastic and wanted to know so much. The tips which were given satisfied them. They testified after the sessions. There were many sponsors; Google, Afrilead institute, Justice 98.5fm, HOPin Academy, GhanaThink Foundation, Spyghana, SaaZaa Shoes, NandiMobile, Northern Scope, MPedigree and Cert Ghana.

The organisers of Barcamp Tamale were Jessica Kwahing, Peter Awin, Nashiru Mohammed Muntasir, Maccarthy Lomotey and Ibn Shiraz with the help of the director. I must commend them for the meticulousness with which they worked. The food was good and promoting made in Ghana goods made them opt for my favourite  ‘soobolo’ (ginger, herbal leaves with minimum sugar and water) as the soft drink for the occasion and people loved it.

What touched me was the zeal, passion and thoughts of doing good for our nation by the youth. I personally realised that, many people have brilliant ideas but they did not know about the world of networking via the internet where many connections can be acquired. Some people had their own ideas of what the internet holds which did not include networking for a good cause, say business. We closed around 5pm after passionately singing Ghana’s National Anthem and also the Ghanaian motivational song “This is our Homeland” in Dagbani and from the looks of things, everybody who came left with a passion to move on even after some failures. Barcamp Tamale; Harnessing the Development Potentials of Northern Ghana through Entrepreneurship and Innovation, achieved. Lots of youths out there have potentials, no matter who you are, I respectfully ask, what are you doing for yourself and your nation?

If you don’t have a ready answer, please look for one.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.

 

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I’M AN OPTION

My arms can be your home

My chest can be your Rome

My eyes can be your mirror

My ears can be you microphone

My nose can be your identifier

My hands can be your carrier

My legs can be your sender

My hair can be your burner

My back can be your shame pillow

No matter how you view it

Love and life

Goes hand in hand

Be the man and I’ll be the woman

When the time is right we can change roles

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia 9c) 2014

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SCARY THINGS ANEW

Maama, where is the past?

I think I’ve grown too quickly

Walking is seized

Mobiles are sent

And people speak to machines

 

Maama, where is the past?

I think I’ve travelled so quickly

Televisions are old

The internet trends

Air relieves firewood in cooking

 

Maama, where is my thought?

My brains have been washed by my eyes

My mouth is mute

My ears are hot

My spine is always hurting.

 

 

Techno this, techno that

Techno rules this world

Madness, madnessdownload (1) and madness.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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IN MY MOTHER’S ARMS

In my mother’s cradling arms

I felt no shams

In the whips of the cold

I felt the warms

In the whips of tears

I felt the hurting heart

My earthly maker

My lovely smiler

My carrier

Blessings to you

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014download

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SHOWN LOVE

Converging crowd

Donning love

Thinking aloud

A startled heart smiles

 

Goodness is freshness

When the winds of life blow

Crashing and beating

For it is then the crowds chant in your favour.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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A POET’S CRADLE

In the comfort of the dark

With a gentle stream of light

 

In the sea of silence

With a perfect mind scenery

 

In the chaos which surrounds

With no ears but mouths at war

 

At fears stroke and pity’s mope

With emotions rushing up and down

 

In the perfect city of love

With smiles and happiness as company

 

After overstaying a welcome

And love kicking him out of its beautiful city

 

Living flowery

As it dawns on him the nearness of death’s claws

 

Immersed in the beautiful sounds

Of metals, voices and fingers

 

Entangled in life’s battles,

A poet’s cradle is a cradle stirred somewhere deep in the mind.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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A monody to the winds

amoafowaa:

BASKING IN THE SYMPATHY. COOL POEM BY THE VILLAGE THINKER.

Originally posted on "THE VILLAGE THINKER":

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Streaking through our cold souls are our tears
Seeping through the pinnacles of our hearts are our tear drops
Sadness have gripped the beauty of our spirits
Our emotions have been sapped away
Like the vapours of a sunny noon day
Silence has still our sentiments
Like the morning dew’s melting desires.

Daddy was our soul mate
He was the eyes that watched our souls
He hoped for our hopes
Daddy was like the sun drying up our tears
When the wasp of life sting us
When cold came in no mercy
In his warm arms we warmed our bodies
He was a multi-rainbow colour filled
A man of woman’s heart
True compassion, love, kindness
Appreciation, respect, and.hardworking
Were the very humanistic traits one can find in him
His heart was the well which
We, his children fetched
To drink to quench the thirst of life’s
Pains, woes, agonies, worries

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IN THE PRESENT

Associators are interested in the past

Money makers are interested in the future

So I used to look back;

Back to a place I could not hold

And into the future;

Looking into what I could never see

And ended up in the same place,

Juggling between two poses

Past and future

As time placed me in different day buses

Which transfered me into month buses

Then year buses

 

I don’t know the wake up call,

But I know what interests me

And it is the most important

The present, this very present

All along it gaped at me

I acted the fool because I had no clue

So take a cue.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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A TRAVELLING TRAVELLER

I’ve come from far

Far, far from alien lands

I swam from the ocean of life

Onto a hardened ground

Sans clothes, sans pride

Tears being my only escape

 

I slept, then sat, then stood

Then walked, then took to my heels

And I’m still running

From a toddler, I jumped into childhood

Then stole my way into tenaging

When my parents weren’t looking

 

I stepped boldly into adulthood

And I’m dawdling, wanting to stay here

But I’ve realised that I’m a traveller

With travelling heels embedded in my being

I move even in my sleep

And fear takes me closer to the next level

Which I dread until I move downer.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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QUENCH MY THIRST

I hold a calabash

You are the well

Thirst has visited my being,

Parching my throat,

And controlling my breath

 

Please open up

And let this calabash

Taste a little of you

And be satisfied so I can have the rest

If not, please hold this mouth and feed my thirst.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

 

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WILTERS

Flowers wilt

Plants wilt

Weeds wilt

So do you

 

You step on it;

The earth

You spit on it;

The earth

You ease into it;

The earth

You’ll also end up in it;

The earth

 

So like a treasured mattress,

Step on the earth

With respect,

Spit on the earth

With apologies,

Ease into the earth

You are a fragment,

Just a fragment of the earth

Being nursed.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014

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FOR MY LATE UNCLE: KWABENA BOATENG

You lie on the roaster tonight

Flanked by many cooks under a beautiful light

You lie being garnished with tears

Of those who will never want to be you

For they know, they will never eat you

Nor sit for anyone to eat you

You are the special food of the earth

 

Tomorrow, you’ll be pushed into his mouth

The mouth with an insatiable belly

A belly hot enough to melt irons

A belly which can never go a day

Without eating beautiful and handsome meals

Too bad you’ve turned into its meal

Sooner than we expected

 

I cannot say the earth is solely to blame

I blame me, I blame you

I blame the ones who sat and watched

Your untimely calling

I blame the drinks which burn yet entice

I blame the thirst which yearns

Despite the known danger

 

Go in peace not in pieces

I know not what it is you’ll face

If there are canes you’ll have to brace

I hope it doesn’t hurt more than the drinks

If there is a fire bedroom, I hope you

Feel the fire as your stomach felt the burns

So you’ll be comfortable and cheerful

 

If pleading would serve you any good

I plead with the judges, to have mercy

On your poor soul, as the wind of pain

You encountered on earth is too much a punishment

If you are forgiven, I hope you stay far off the bars of hell

And draw closer to the water of life for the soul

Go in peace beautiful soul placed in a stubborn man,

You’ll dearly be missed until we meet.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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