You were my friend
I never disrespected you
Your instructions I carried
Your worries I quenched
I thought you saying goodbye in your sleep
Meant your instructions have ended
So why are you stuck in my head
Criticising everything I do
With a whip of conscience?
Please show your face
And stop haunting
A whipping for good spirit
Is too immortal to fight
I have no hands and no eyes
To fight you
Like a soldier defeated, I surrender
Grandma, please be gentle on me.
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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