In my mother’s cradling arms
I felt no shams
In the whips of the cold
I felt the warms
In the whips of tears
I felt the hurting heart
My earthly maker
My lovely smiler
My carrier
Blessings to you
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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