My mother was left in a tiny web

In an occupied shell

Its corner had no space for two

So as I came she had to go

That is how  I was left in a little corner of an empty shell


There were no lessons on talking,

No lessons on singing,

No lessons on happiness

No lessons on togetherness

It’s a good thing thinking is innate


I knew I was never to see what lies outside the shell

I knew what bit I could ever get from the sun was its heat

I knew enough not to bother the boss of the shell

To eat I acted like a parasite, stealing while my host slept

I knew this light web left by my mother was my only safe haven


One day, I heard a loud sound

Before I knew what was happening, the sky smiled at me

I closed my eyes for protection from its shiny teeth

Instinctively, I knew I was free to roam

I left the prison, through its broken rear


Then I met you

And you complain of my lack of knowledge.

Is knowledge supposed to be innate too?

There was peace but loneliness

In that empty shell, none lived to breed hatred.

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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