In its nest
It waits for mum
To come with the best
And feed having none
In the forest
It waits for its mother
To come with the best
To feed its hunger
In her house
She waits for her man
To come with the best
And feed them both
Who wins?
In this jungle of the jungle
When hunters meet
The swiftest survive,
When hunters meet
Many are orphaned.
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. :)
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