Papa, I don’t know what to learn

When you say I should learn, I can’t say know

They say “cell” is not “sell”

“Bank” has different meanings

But has no tag for differences

They say soul is not sole

That you can see one and can’t see the other

They say sort is not sought

But must be pronounced equally

There is a pen and a pen

All spelt and pronounced equally

What am I to do?

I learn this and they say it’s that

Just look at the word “appendix”

I even here it is a sickness and some part of a book

And I was told hear in the classroom

Papa, stop worrying yourself

It is a language I cannot learn

You cannot explain the confusion

Neither can the teacher

All were made by confused people

So help me to make ours

One we’ll have no problem learning.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 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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