I am nothing,

You are nothing,

He is nothing,

She is nothing,

They are nothing,

Yes, we are nothing.

We are just seeds planted and watered

We blossom

Then we are plucked by the farmers


Put into colanders;

Which happily squeezes every juice we have with each glass of water

Then we are left with nothing, but debris which is thrown away

To blend with the earth

So dearie, tell me,

Who are we?

Whether you are sumptuous looking,


Withered or sun burned

We end up in the same colander

So who at all are we?

We are nothing

So let the raised shoulders fall

And the laser eyes dim

Let the murderous tone be gentle

And stretch your hands to help your fellow seed

For there is abject loneliness in the open mouthed colander.

  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. :)

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