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WHICH ANIMAL DO YOU FEAR?
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God described them in different colors, shapes and sound just for some purposes; sometimes for protection and it may even be that they are their to scare human. You fear animals?
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...
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
Tell Chinua Achebe That things just fell apart Not then when he saw the vision. We have no Okonkwo in the land any more and The animals are more in our communities, George Orwell's Pigs of our century. They said ' All animals are equal in a democratic land but now, we discovered that some are more equal than others in the same democratic country' why? Our hearts are femished, Wandering in the empty street in search of nothing And nothing is seen to eat nor drink in this famished Lost land called a home, it not a home but forest! Tell Chinue Achebe That the vision he saw years back now hurt us more. The whites are more in power than the days of great Okonkwo; and we are left unclothed in the land. All we see are famished hearts, famished souls, A haunting heart that seize the call of grace, Ignominious! Ignominious! Shall the dry bones ever rise again here? Things has fallen apart in this country and The center could no longer hold together. ...
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