I am that being that is cursed

To live life that many have rehearsed

I’m there to be taken

In trouble to be forsaken

Carrying all the problems like a cow on its way to the abattoir.


I’m that being that is cursed

Never ever must my voice be heard

I must act like the snail

And be made a parcelled mail

And be sent to the one who can bid the highest.


 I am that being that is cursed

Living life of the cursed

I’m told: “like chicks follow their mothers

And never follow their fathers

I have to act like a hen and not a cock”.


Well I have news to be heard

And it must be voiced

I won’t be the parcelled mail

I’ll act like a hen but I’ll task the cock to sail

When the floods decide to have that fight.

    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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