It is when death knocked

That I saw that life has not me forked

Crying for an end, I reckoned was just lip service

If not, I would have entered that bottled and have it cocked

But no,


With legs and strength I knew not existed in my bones

Who is kidding who?

Me kidding myself?

It really is funny

The things we say but do not mean

Through its hurdles and pains

I realize that we still love

And would do anything for this earth

We still love

And would still battle death as one

No matter our differences

So who am I kidding?

Who are you too, in these shoes of mine kidding?

You don’t want to end it

As much as I don’t want to end it

So mouthy me

Close now and don’t dare death.

       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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