Like a snail, I hide in this shell

Like a tortoise, I do in this hard shell dwell

Hoping it would at least shield me from many storms

Which have the intention to destroy

So I take my home along, wherever I go

But I still dock when there seems to be some movement

I still look for shelter when there are some little movements

I still live in fear

Why can’t I enjoy life even though I am a bit protected?

I see the birds, only in feathers, parading the skies

I see the snakes, mostly in light skin, meandering and hissing for all ears to hear

I see the lions, jumping here and there like their neighbouring monkeys, without fear

Even houseflies taunt humans at the face of danger

But I still hide in little storms

What is the essence of carrying a whole house and suffering?

What is the essence of suffering to naturally suffer?

I bet it is time to take off this shelter

And crawl in the open

Enjoying the breeze when I meet it

Until I am crushed and tossed in some unworthy soup.

     Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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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