By a dint of thought

She realised she’s always fought


Fought for the general umbrella of her faith

Fought for the general umbrella of her tribe

Fought for the general umbrella of her gender

Fought for the general umbrella of her family


Then why do the rains flog her?

All the rains flog her;

The rains of her faith

The rains of her tribe

The rains of her gender

The rains of her family

All soak her soul always leaving it in flood

Like a house overtaken by an angry god


Could it all be in vain?

She is the dust she walks on

It staticly cringes as she steps

Cussing and silently awaiting her return

And her turn to be the stepped upon


Loosening up is a codified chain from thoughts of the dead

But it seems the perfect way to live


Wait, what is she thinking?

More thoughts causes more confusion

Could there be a key to locking thoughts?

    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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