Hunger shouts on her and she shivers

Wherever she looks she only sees rivers 

That disagree to take a trip through her very dried throat

Her wobbly legs carry her as though she is on an air float

If only there could be some givers

Who will give her a boat

To cross this river of distress and stop the quiver

Then she could her role in this life deliver


A child of sorrow
I wish I could give her an arrow
To pierce her object of sorrow
And make it bow
In front of her eyes to make her feel less shallow
So she can see the brighter tomorrow
But my wish has a big question, how?

Just seeing her gait 

Makes my body engine breaks

I could my life stake

If I could all her likes’ scare take

And for them happiness make

So they don’t see their lives as fake 

Since I can’t, let me this cake bake

       Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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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