....WE WERE LOVERS

"Lorlornye nukae dzor nenema gbegbe?
Le nyatepeme la, nye me bui be egba avazu aleka o lo.
woenye nye dzi.
Wodeka pe nu koe ledzinam awu tugbedzei desiade.
Nusiatae le vevesese kple dzigbagbamea, mega le bibiam be nu kae dzo nenema gbegbe?"
And so as I sit on this log on the hills, upon which I first entered the chambers of your womanhood,
As I watch the sleepy sun set its bed beyond the horizons to,
And as I sip this palm wine of pain from the cracked skulls of a broken heart, these thoughts kept lingering in my mind;
How did we get here? Where did we go wrong?
What happened to our love and the promises?
Vows we vowed to each other on the chief priest’s sacred premises.
For we were lovers.

CEP.Sefogah, performing "We were Lovers" @ ALEWA 2015, with the palm-wine band

Rumor has it that in their younger years,
Your mama and my papa were lovers
Around the same too,
Your papa and my mama were also lovebirds.
And so when the jealous hands of faith switched their love stories around,
Pairing them apart, we were born.
Ohh I have listen to the elders tell the tales of our birth.
They said said on that day, bats sung and flew in daylight and it rained so heavily that the Rainbows, made Love to the Moon and the Stars rode on the back of the Sun as they arranged themselves in unison writing love in the sky, like i see in your eyes 
Born on the same day at the hands of the same old lady,
Out doored under the auspices of the very traditional chief priest of the land,
The gods chose to smile upon us for they destined you and I from birth,
Even the gossips at the market square knew that for a certain.
I was your  Efo Korku and you, my  Davi Aku.
Ohh, I remember vividly, how every evening when we young, my mother will bath be and decorate my neck and chest with Korle Bu powder as she sends me running to your house to buy a bottle of Kerosene for the “torkpodogui” in our house.
Oh what a beauty  you were, a true epitome of African delight.
For you will come out of your fathers mud house with a piece of cloth around your chest and waist as your black soft body glitters in the reflection of the fire from your grandmother’s earth stove, 
The older children said we were young and foolish but even then we both knew how we felt.
And so when I underwent the “tudedeasi” puberty ritual and my father’s gun given to me and I was dispatched with 17 other boys into the forest for our first hunting expedition, you were all I could think of.
Because of you I was the first to return with my pray resting on my shoulders and as the younger boys and girls run behind me naked and cheering me on,
I came straight into your house.
How I so badly wanted to share every bit of this meat with you and use its teeth to weave a necklace of my love around your neck,
How I so badly wanted to share with you the tales of my hunt, showing you the man I had grown into.
 Little did I know that I was going to be ripped off this joy of love?
The stories of my first hunt became tales never to be told or heard.
Life tricked me and death stole you away from the grips of my love.
 You died too early.
And so as I await the break of dawn to bored the famous Gold Coast boneshaker bus away from this haunted town of lost loves,
I just want to take a moment to whisper to the winds that...
we...were...lovers.

             

SEPTEMBER- TO-REMEMBER-PROMO ( AN ART PROMO BY THE ARTIST CEP.Sefogah)

             A FREE PORTRAIT OF YOURSELF??? WOW!!!!

STONEBWOY

FOR A FUN, STEPHANIE

     I am not there yet but if I should get there then definitely it must be with you all, each step of the way. Our people say, "An Elder who eats at the market square and refuses to look back carries the basket home himself",taking a clue from this, i want to share the contents of my basket with everyone else.

SOME OF MY ARTWORKS

SOME OF MY ARTWORKS

    I realized that I have been blessed with many Talents, and among these is the gift of art ( drawing and creativity) and in my quest to become exceptionally good at this gift, I have decided to give away 50 portraits to 50 lucky winners selected randomly for liking and supporting, and sharing and hyping me in the field of art. All you have to is to follow us on Instagram and Twitter @cepsefogah, on Facebook, like our page CEP.Sefogah, and keeping liking and commenting on our artworks especially constructive criticisms, and invite more people to follow us on as many of these platform as you can and BINGO!!!!! you could be a lucky winner of your own portrait. well drawn and framed without having to pay a pesewas or dollar. Cool and Too-Good-To-Be-True, huh? Well then what are you waiting for.Grab this opportunity to win a PORTRAIT in the month of September. IT is A-September-To-Remember Promo With CEP.Sefogah.

MY BISHOP & HIS WIFE, BISHOP LARTEY.

HOPE (... in the fight against Malaria)

Hope
In expectancy they pray
In the quest to quench their hunger they moan
the pain they feel is so excruciating they die before they even see daylight
they are like us
they yearn to be free
if only they could liberate themselves
If only they could do it all by themselves.
they are alive but dead to their very self.
Mothers no longer see their babies grow into teenagers
For death snatches them away from their mothers chest so innocently
just the other I heard a story that made me feel so sorry
How must we not worry about their sorrow,
How can we as a people just move on as if it is all right.
Hundreds of thousands of life perish annual, yes,
the facts exist to prove me right.
Malaria, how long before you became a nightmare of our past?
Born out of the stillness of water,
Hatched by a lava so tiny, a grain of sound even weighs heavier than you,
Yet you breed one of the most deadly insects that inflicts a parasite whose only goal is to send thousands of its victims into the icy hands of death.
Oh PLASMODIUM, a canker I yearn to conquer, we have courts and social justice systems powerful enough to build mighty prisons to hold our own kinds for their wrongs, yet we can’t sentence this little mayhem to total annihilation,
But there is hope, For we are each other’s keeper. Hope is what makes them live, those children and their mothers,
All we have to do is just to extend a hand of help to them
Who knows they might hold the key to the answers that we long search someday.
let us not forget that our finger prints don’t cleaned form the lives we touch. 

...about my Orign

I believe strongly that there is an extension of the supreme being in each person, and that the God whom we so earnestly seek is not One in a building called a worship center, a chapel, synagogue,mosque or shrine. But in us and in everything else around us. There is no true religion other than ones own beliefs. That is what keeps us going as individuals and an extension of The great one. You give credit to your ancestors and call them patriarchs, name places, buildings and institutions in memory of them. Yet you tell me to renounce mine and follow yours. You claim my ancestors were idol worshipers and that they were evil, so i should break any link i have with them and accept that of Yours. Forgetting that someday i too will become an ancestor to my descendants. It is believed that those who reject their ancestors and ancestry will also be rejected by their descendants. I believe i am journeying towards a journey of Enlightenment, and that i don't need to renounce my ancestry or forget everything good my traditions have taught me. For now it may seem that i have accepted everything you are saying but i only take what is good to add to what i have that is good. My ancestry is my Tradition and my tradition my Identity. 

My name is YAW BESAH EDZORDZI SEFOGAH Chris Parker, and i am An AFRICANIST.

A Simple man with Simple Wishes

I'm like you.
 Yes me too am like you.
sometimes too i feel lonely.
 I feel i may never cross that finish line.
Yes i sometimes feel alone and empty inside.
 I am just an ordinary  person  extraordinarily endowed.
 And just like you i also dream and yearn for a simple world with simple pleasures, and wishes:
The touch of a loved one,Gentle strokes at the back by a loved one.
That my face may be looked upon by her,
 That she sees the pain in my eyes and know that yes I too am afraid.
Afraid of not death or failure but of losing her.
In short I too am like you. i yearn to love and be loved.
That my son may grow up with his father at his side and mother at the other.
And then give myself completely and wholly to a woman.
One i will never leave either in this life or the other.
 Love never dies,
Though guided by the heart yet wasted by the head,
 It never dies.
Someday i too will find one.

GENESIS, MY JOURNEY!!!

Genesis was the beginning of a journey I made through my fantasies…

Where bred…

Out of my Curiosity and promiscuity…, has led me down a path of uncertainty.

But in sincerity I stand as an abnormality in times of adversity.

My range of adaptability stretches beyond the scope of their expectancy.

YES!!!

Because I am a man of ambiguity and rich diversities.

Like encyclopedia’s emphasis…, I

In ambiguity, specific distinctive interpretations are permitted with a degree of clarity,

In difficulty I am a form an interpretation at a desired level of specificity.

Where as in terms of adorability
They compare me with relentless alacrity to nature’s beauty

Were it not for the atrocity of social injustice committed at such levels of austerity few would have heard of my personality.

What a barbarity that..

In an era of civilized humanity.

Dishonesty and disloyalty has striped us off our ability and rationality to exhibit any form divinity. But weep no more because I have erased any form of inferiority…,

leveled the gap equality

And ensured absolute equity,

For I have made a journey of GENESIS into the UNCERTAINTIES of my FANTESIES.

But truth be told, GENESIS is a journey I never even made,

just a fragment of my imaginative CREATIVITY.