An oven when  the sun fumes

A freezer when the rain spews

Chaotic battlefield when tempers rise

Pauper worshippers without shame in the light

But true serenity stays in Tamale


Strong muscles dazzle at work

Loud voices call for customers

Angry consumers get into their own way

Fuming and cursing the patient ones

But affordable things parade at the Tamale market


Heads with strong paranoia:

Touchy about religion,

Touchy about ethnicity,

Manly minds overflowing with superiority abound

But one can touch humanity in the land called Tamale 


Tamale, my land of dreams

Tamale, where my hands are extended

Through the confusions of safety

I live, I breathe, I hope

Tamale, Tamale, I hope we grow.

   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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