I have many farms
Which are tainted by metals
I’ll work to make them fertile
All I need is to use my work charms
I’ll use my precious hands
To pamper all my seeds
They need to grow into feeds
No matter their struggle with the lands
And so it goes with time
No matter the sadness of the bard
A happy note will play so hard
When the crowd is at their prime
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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