I hold a calabash
You are the well
Thirst has visited my being,
Parching my throat,
And controlling my breath
Please open up
And let this calabash
Taste a little of you
And be satisfied so I can have the rest
If not, please hold this mouth and feed my thirst.
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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