They bow, any time she speaks

At a glance, many squeak and steal peeks


They stand even when he wears a band

At a glance, everyone extends a hand


Then my eyes look at me, then at you

And your eyes look at you then at me

Fishes caught in the same boat?


I’ll say no!


There are those in deep cold

But feel not the anger of the cold

They cannot stand, even when they are told

Their surroundings, their bodies hold


There are the quadriplegics 

Who have been through all the tragics

Needing hands they can’t vouch for tricks

Forcefully trusting legs of pricks


So why must I see through me in shame?

Why must you, see through you in shame?

That is so lame

We cannot count our blessings starting from the time we came


Give thanks

Let me give thanks

For our breath and wealth in health.

    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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