Even vultures know

Yes, vultures sympathise with their village corpses

Like their own families, they eat but leave a little to be seen.

On other lands, new meat, different taste

If care is not taken, even bones cannot be seen.

I was told but I thought not

And just like a child viewing a beautiful river

Without considering its depth, I took it at face value

And did what pleasured my heart

Now I sit on the threshold of a great family,

One I helped weave like the spider weaves its web,

My new name fitting me perfectly “One not of these lands”

Words from the dead reverberates from the mouth of anxious graves

Reminding me of the route to my own,

Offering to hold my legs when need be,

Offering to be company in the dark.

Yes, I guess even the spirits are worried

Worried about their left behinds.

Some lesson learnt though:

Yours can never be someone else’s

As someone else’s can never be yours,

Mouths can proclaim in seconds

But deeds will firmly tell tales of no knowledge what mouth says.

The hands of time, the legs of the heart,

Teaches with every movement, sure.

   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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