The fish farmer feeds the fishes

In a polluted sticky pond

Forcing their minds into gratefulness

Until maturity feature them


Their eyes then peep

Through the forbidden hole

The one the farmer warned

Against looking let alone passing through


There is that liberty which dawns

A moment of thought sends them through

They taste the sun lit water

And see the beautiful world out there


There are no boundaries

No stench, food abounds

And the picturesque is awesome

Wow! The chains of mental captivity shreds into pieces


There certainly is no turning back

There may be sharks

But they’ve sworn never to go back there

Better to die in freedom than in stinking captivity.

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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