"amoafowaa" poems
EPILOGUE:
When wisdom fills the old calabash,
It overflows and seeps in
The sun dries it to be stronger
That way it lasts with experience
So was the calabash of Atanga’s Granpa
On his very dying bed
He called Atanga to his bed
And had his last stream flow to him
GRANDPA:
My dear Atanga,
Please in the name all great Atangas
This is my last advice to you
If you wish to take a wife
Never choose either of these:
The woman with light skin
The woman with dark skin
The woman who is short
And the woman who is tall
ATANGA:
Ei! Grandpa!
Then tell me not to marry
Who then do you want me to marry?
Not the fair
Nor the dark
Not the short
Nor the tall?
GRANDPA:
Listen my boy
To words of old
The light skinned woman
Is the fantasy of all
If you choose her
None will help you prosper
Every man wants you to fail
So they can quickly take your place
So never dream of the fair woman
No matter how much you crave for her
ATANGA:
Oh! I see
I think I do understand
Grandpa what about the rest?
GRANDPA:
Never go in for dark skinned woman
She is the one that all your people loathe
She is the one whose people hate you
The only people interested are you and her
When disaster strikes, none will hear
So never go in for the dark skinned woman
ATANGA:
Oh! I see
Now I know
It is not the colour
Nor the character
A woman like that
Would do me harm
Now let us go on
Explain the rest
GRANDPA:
Never go in for the short woman
A short woman is the neighbour’s daughter
Her house is so close to your house
You can never have a moment of peace
Whatever you do
Her people poke their noses
You can never have your lives to live
ATANGA:
Grandpa is wise
So what about the last?
GRANPA:
The tall woman
Is the woman who comes from afar
Her home-town is far
So you can’t have peace
Any time there is trouble in her home
You need to pay
To get your people to go with you
Amidst the feeding
And transportation
How can you proper?
ATANGA:
Granpa is wise
Grandpa has lived
Who would have thought
Of these wise sayings
To an infant where thoughts are concerned?
Thank you Grandpa
So which type of woman
Must I marry?
Grandpa?
Grandpa?
I am asking you a question!
Grandpa!!!!
Grandpa please answer!!!!
MMA:
Grandpa is gone
To the land of beyond
Where sorrow is nil
And thinking is unreal
Just be glad you sipped from his calabash
Of wisdom before he left
PROLOGUE:
And that ended
Grandpa’s advice
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
There is this deadly eater
Which eats through even sweating
A sneeze gives it sharper teeth
To chew the human from inside
Merging blood is its travelling aeroplane
Pleasurable kissing its smooth vehicle
We're lucky the air begrudges it
Or it will wipe us all out
Lovers must be shunned
When they are caught
Because love can't protect
It's wicked claws
It laughs at hand sanitizers
Because it is stronger than weak bacteria
And waits on death to get more flesh
One cannot be too careful
It kills even hands with experience
So stay away from handshakes and hugs
And be wary of high fevers
Ebola is real
Don't joke, don't laugh
No drug is known to conquer
So stay alert and stay alive.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2004
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
Chances popped
With me on your table
To prepare as you pleased
Be with as you pleased
And eat as you pleased
But you decided the dustbin was my home
Mouths surrounding were indifferent
Knowing not my worth but staying safe in case...
The housekeeper looked and picked me
He decided I was too good a food to be eaten
So he polished and gave me wings
Now he reaps my worth
What you used to give him was peanut
I give him a hundred times what you have
And plenty smiles, now you seek to guard his gate
And find a way to steal me
Too bad my loyalty never wanes
So you have to deal with it
You might want to look
Look keenly like your life depends on it
Before you dispose of anything, anything you are offered
Lest you lose what could make you you
As one you deem worthy takes your chance
Legally and shines in your stead
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
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 am standing 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
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
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
The sun rises light
But it does shines bright
It works with all its might
Until time for rest is right
We won’t forget the clouds
They mostly come with the louds
They can interrupt the sun
But time makes them run
I am the pretty sun
Who wants to have fun
I want to hold no gun
Although I am no nun
The clouds will form
But no matter the storm
I’ll wait patiently until it leaves
Then I’ll light the world for all including the leaves.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
In this place
In this time
It is a story time
Around my territory
Some ears are corked
Enjoying my honey
Flowing into them
Wanting the thickest to feel the surge
And it shows
The hush hushes
The eye eyers
The unhearable mumblings are its evidence
It is a past
Made into a good story
I care not what it entails
And will certainly not let it define me now
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
My mama is an angel
My mama is an angel
There can’t be another angel
In this life’s hurdle
Cos she loves, loves and loves me
Out of her busy schedule
To set me free
She’ll sit on the tip of a huge needle
When I cry she cuddles
She understands when I mumble
In my mistake she fumbles
To get me out of trouble
In my sickness, she troubles
To get me out of hot bubbles
She gets all my puzzles
And solves all my riddles
That’s why
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
The picture you paint
Forces me to mentally repaint
I deem it quaint
But it makes me enjoy the scenery you paint
And thank my stars for having you and I acquaint
I have no complaint
There’s no way my name by you will have a bad taint
I can never faint
Neither must I put in place any constraint
Even a world like a giant hand cannot me constraint
They can try to deceive me like a footballer trying a feint
But my mind is already made, you are my worldly saint.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Hospitality
Brutality
Extreme poverty
Queer animosity
On this continent of love
Rare corruption
Thoughts on a mission
To accomplish their visions
Of filling their pockets with grave decisions
On this continent of love
Like ants around wood
Looking for food
If we work as they stood
Our forefathers will be in the blessing mood
To bless this African continent of ours
So wake
And let me wake
Let's seek to bake
Evil for our children's sake
Just to keep this continent of love
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
I wake to a void
An emptiness and an ache
I am like the calabash without content,
The river without water,
The house without a tenant,
The president without citizens,
The bulb without light,
The beautiful valley without lilies
To what end can a smile travel to my face?
If only donkeys knew the land of wishes
I would have sat on one to take me thither
To fit the bone void from where I was lifted
To feel complete and at ease
Half flowers don't bloom to the fullest
It yearns to touch and be complete
An empty house is no different.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
No matter the level of drought
In the sky
There’s the occasional dewdrop
A little is better than none
None is none
So who wants none
When he can have it all?
Let tongues travel
Across the sea and back
Making me infamously famous
It is a starved plant which hears its stomach rumbling
Casting aspersions will do me no harm
You have to walk in these shoes to feel the heat
I can lie in wait for a river without water
But can’t be thirsty sitting close to a river overflowing
With no thought of the river offering to quench my thirst.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
It was a rainy day
When you said your nay
To our hearts' yay
The storms destroyed my chest engine
With every step you took making me lean
And branding me a melancholia
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
The mighty pen
Pulls me into his den
At the count of one to ten
He makes me the woman among men
He asks me to on him depend
So he can the words contend
He knows I love to myself fend
He helps me to a lovely bend
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2013.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
Words shout and clang
In a bouty bang
Putting this state in a pang
Caring not about death showing its fang
The cause of the hullabaloo?
A protest against the heart
Who arbitrarily gives orders
And expects words to group
Even if they don’t like each other
Hate always shatters
When he has to be with love
His placard says
“Pay overtime, your work drains”
Obsession causes a ruckus
When she has to stand with reason
She, like fire, blames reason for
Always pouring water on her and inviting calm
Fear shouts in concern
He never wants to meet death
But at this rate, his life is in danger
And his manhood is never to be questioned
Obsession bangs reason
Who sings and cringes
As hate pushes love who falls
Cupid gets to the scene to help
The heart shuts its doors
Sits scared at his desk with worry
Listening to them
Knowing not what to do
They forget they have rented a head
Their clashings, crushings
Bangings and suckings
Creating a war on my quiet head island
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
He sought to break
What he could not shake in its fury
He sought to beat
What he could not fight at its strongest
He slacked when time slept
In its weakest moment
He forgot to fix the cracks on his happiness,
To ruin the battle of his sorrow,
To beat the taunting teeth of hardship
He watched as champions
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
In my weakest moments
The ant always has the greatest comments;
Take it as a stage
Or a story and hurry the page
If only I had the mouths to spill
My horror stories will the world fill
A tooth that will break, does not need a vigorous shake
It can embarrass the rotten banana by falling without a brake
People believe our parts are pre-scripted
The sooner you take it as it is, the sooner your path will be corrected
Worries, like a swam of bees, whip to their fill
Before leaving the scene where their intruders try to ****
You are the brick, you decide to burn strong
Or be weak and risk not lasting long"
Just these words make me
And the path clears for me.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
Hold me
In the crying *****
Which fears to lie
When the winds of confusion
Are most at their anger points
Then mine will be yours
And yours will be mine
Forever
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
One day my sky will open
And you’ll be no burden
I’ll hear sweet sounds
From angel mouths
And all my pains will run
One day my sky will open
And eat up all my mountains
It’ll quench my thirst
And dry my sea
To give me way to travel
One day my sky will open
And I’ll see no clouds
He’ll lift me high
Above the sky
And my storms will run
One day my sky will open
And he will throw a ladder
I’ll climb above
And sleep in rest
And escape from this hot oven
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
Oh poor poor sky
Did anything go awry?
Please tell I
Without making up a lie
Sky oh poor sky
Why? Do you feel shy?
You lie open and cry
And can’t tell me why?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
In countless words told
I could easily break in a thoughtless hold
For many cagy stitchy words
The machines kept busier with their mouths than hungry birds
To paint the picture of my frailty
Interfering with my mental agility
Your back must please in a pleasurable bed
It doesn’t have to be soft, your back is all you need to be led
I lay in a bed in time
And felt the pain and the ****** slime
I lay in another bed of roses
And end up with chronic bruises
They then talked about the hurts
And warned to not look up to the whites in trousers and shirts
For they are untamed and lack veneration
And get worse from generation to generation
Now I look at close quarters
And the untamed are better in shatters
They are free to bellow
And have a choice to discard the shallow
Now I want to break free
They say maintaining the bed of thorns is a decree
Break these chains
Please break your chains
And free my wings to make me fly
I am tired of the usual cry
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
The love story of the sea and shore
Pushes me the fore
The sea met the shore
Merged and formed the sea shore
They went for many tours
Aiming to extend their territory
They shared their all;
The sea cooling the shore,
The shore being the chair for the tired waves
They held hands in trust
And danced, laughed and hoped
With the wind; their foe and friend
The wind got angry for nothing
And threatened them
But in its fury, it extended their kingdom
I am a sea
Looking forward to meet my shore
When I finally meet him
We'll conquer it all
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
It is a perfect creation
A machine to sieve and produce
One to give pleasure and satisfaction
Not an imperfection calling to be perfected
It is a machine of perfection
Which cleans itself with every growth
And has the decency to close and open
Under the instruction of a mind on top
There is no need for the knife
There is no need to inflict pain
There is no need to shed blood
And to give infections
Hear the cry of innocence!
Hear the cry of the womb!
Its gates are crushing
Crushing for nothing!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC