A noise,

I stop,




And rush back into my hole

If that is my trait as an ant,

Would I be a master

Going down the annals

In the school of Christ?


Amidst the fears,

I strive


For the times of the rains

I gather


In the promising sunlight,

I search


And though my store house

Is mostly evaded, I still work

To attain my goals



You have no excuse

You are not like me

Who can be crashed by unintentional feet


So wake

And move.

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. :)

2 replies on “NO EXCUSE”

Keep shouting. Keep demanding change. For, we must be the voice for those who are muzzled with abject poverty, severe suppression, cruelty, and death. Bravo Cecelia. I respect and admire your strength and persistence. Please remember to care for yourself and be tender to your needs. If the social warriors allow themselves to be weakened then they become vulnerable so please take care of yourself. Gentle hugs to you my friend.


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