I had a dream

A very scary dream

Where everyone wore clothes that made them white

And I wore a dim colour making me dark, noticed but not properly seen

As soon as I entered, there was silence

As they all struggled to see the dark intruder

I yearned for the white robe

I hoped to have one of those white robes

Not because it was beautiful, but because it would make me fit into my Rome

But tried as I could, I got none of the white robes

They laughed and mocked

They told me to peel the black robe

I tried in desperation, and realized that I could have that white robe

But it wouldn’t fit me

What I had was a gift

A unique gift

There were no clothes

There were simply no clothes

The puzzle revealed itself

It was just a blessing

Blessed natural clothes that none could have no matter the determination

I knelt down and thanked my maker

But sunk into a bottomless pit into wakefulness

  Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.


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. :)


Your potential has no bounds. You will be wole soyenka of your time. I like to invited to the launch of your first book.


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