An open book
Without a hook
My pride he took
That crook
Why did he me shook?
When I was a good cook
And I was to him that good?
I think he, me a fool mistook.
He really got of the hook
But his deed will find him by hook or by crook
And bring him to book
That crook
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Picture taken from http://madamenoire.com/
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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