A noise,
I stop,
Turn,
Shiver,
Panic
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
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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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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Your words are always like the cool balm soothing my sores. Thank you very much for your countless inspirations.
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