A weedy path to your heaven

Makes me want to stay in hell

An acrid scent in your treasure

Makes me cough and choke

So I’ll rather choose hell


It’s amazing how bad a gardener you are

When your master gave you so beautiful a garden

Even this farm hand, cannot help harvest

Because of fears of snakes, insects, and sharp leaves,

Because of being choked to death by mono gas


Please tend to your garden

Mend your heaven and let’s live in peace

Mend it first, and I’ll help tend to it

Then when the stars go to sleep,

We’ll hold our hands and step into its temple of bliss.

   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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