In the land that was shaky is stillness

Which floats in the cold, this stillness



It was trust

It was trust which caused this stillness

Trust for respect on corruption

In this town


There was merriment

There was merriment when he won,

No wonder, disappointment sits in stillness

And weighs


It is drying

The leaves on respect are drying

Drying to an era of revival or breakage

They swear breakage


When our stomach churns like an angry mill,

And our throats cake and crack like ice

Our brains remember, here and here

A little water and food, and we forget


We need a store,

A store for aches and pains

A store to influence our choices

In the future

   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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