See,
All the animals wailing and cursing in the jungle
At their chosen master
See,
When like bathed pigs
They went for the same dirt to soil their own clothes.
See,
They are the pigs and he is the lion
Roaring to tame as they squeak to wail
You watch,
They may like sheep hail and choose
Him again when time gives them the chance
See,
I am babbling like a mouth out of the lot
When I stand in their midst.
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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