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Editor’s note: Poetry is a genre of literature that encodes messages through the condensed language. Through its defamiliarised way of expressing the message, the tone of the poem, many times, appeals to different senses, making it to be musical and as it is injecting morals in the veil of the readers. A good poet is a model. This is an interview conducted by Poets from our Savannah, a Ghanaian WhatpsApp group, promoting poetry and young poets. The guest was Ms. CECILIA AMOAFOWAA SEFA and the host, Poetess Zulfaw, Poet Gbepo. Ms Cecilia Sefa is also known as Mom Cee. Poet Gbepo: On behalf of the entire house, I will like to welcome our mother, mama Cecilia to the interviewee seat! Mom Cee : Thanks. Poet Gbepo: Please, could you introduce yourself to the house? Mom Cee: I am Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, (I love for my name to be in this order against the norm because of my love for my Ghanaian names, mostly abbreviating the last) I am a teacher, (Tamale Se...
Now listen to the tale of papa's cock, It feeds on money and not maize. It's of a land with gold and silver, Diamond lives in the land in his tale, Tongues of his voice speak to the Tomorrow of our ears to its maze. When this very land displays its sparkling Moon at the night of its gravel, long, The old women that know of this very humble Abode, testifies of hospitality and peacefulness. We made this very land pregnant with love. We made here the lyrics of dignities all over. In us lies our future of coexistence among all, Let's make our shells come by and shade more Light to the dark side of the world with this tale. A new sighted land tale shall it be when we curl The future of thousand stars into this very land, Stay here with one mind not a broke eyes of war. As the old one dies, sweet tales of modernity Emerge from the shadow of fainted lips. The nocturnal will light the ambience of this Land wit...
A few decades ago a baby was born looking radiant like a redolent spice Her Eyes wide-open like she came ready for it all Cried out loud when she needed to be touched Mother’s eyes sparkled with love and some tears of joy Father’s heart filled with pride and a gratitude to God Everyone definitely knew a queen had just arrived Every hand seriously craved for a feel of her Her birth story is surely a tale like none other It’s worth being sang in an opera It’s a picture that must be painted for all to see This is indeed the story ‘the queen of my heart’ Written by: Hamidat Doyinsola & Kazeem Adio (C) 2022