Looking at you
Looking at me is funny
Why?
Why do you ask when you carry all those baggages?
A baggage of deceit
A baggage of digging gold
A baggage of thousand tongues
A baggage of hiding many mortars
A baggage of being the centre of the world
A baggage of carrying the most hated whip of the world
Among other baggages.
Why won’t it be funny?
My dear, carry your legs away from my path
Let me have a clearer view
And try to locate those without baggages.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
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. :)
View Archive →
Mum Cee