When I opened our book
I loved the look
And begged my lovely cook
Just to be your cook
And add the recipes in the cook book
But my pen has run out
Yours does not tally with this book
No need to pout
Nor shout
This is all it took
I’m closing this eternal book
And keeping it in my past
It’ll last as long as I last
But a new one needs an opening
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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