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“When I call,

I need you to fall”


What? Talking to me?


Like trees, we all have our thoughts

Goats don’t know the difference

Between their mothers and lovers

If you ask me, I’ll tell you

You’re no goat and I’m no mother of a goat

Neither am I anything close to its lover


Age is a number

Age is just a number they say

But that is before time tells on beings

For those with standing sex, it is easier

Those with flat earth suffer the pain

As time heaps all the truth of wrinkles on them


I’ll tell you today

I would rather laugh at the lovemaking of age and time

Even if it is to make me the victim

Than kneel at their feet begging to live to hold green hands

My decision is clear

Enjoy your energy

And let this tired limbs rest.

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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