I am in my prime

That is not a crime

The notion that is so slime

As to mime

And at the same time chime

About my preferences without being given a dime

And wasting your time

You must wipe clean as the smell of the armpit is done with lime


I can immerse myself in dope

So much so that not even the prayers of the pope

Can help me elope

And I can mope

Drink and walk in all kinds of slope

And refuse to with everybody cope

Always drenched with the hope

That I will be able to escape the rope

Yet can get into the bathing tub with lots of soap


In memory I can have my plot

Build fanciful buildings on the lot

And places of comfort jot

While many a fresh people do me sought

Nothing in this world will be too much to be bought

And many for me might have fought

Without my attention and ended up in court

There’s no baby in the cot

And my clothes are clean without a dot

Yes, all my misgivings will never be caught


After all I am in my prime, very beautiful

And very colorful

With all things sorrowful

Passing as fast as possible though I’m a handful


Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, Nov. 7, 2013.


By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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