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

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

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

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

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