Everything abounds
Nothing hounds
Until everything is lost
And nothing holds
To brush her teeth
She uses the innocent sticks
To comb his hair he uses his fingers
To cross the river, he uses woven woods
To light a fire, he makes stones fight
Whatever their needs,
An idea strikes,
Indeed necessity is the mother of invention.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 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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