How quick clocks tick
How meek the weak seeks
How grand the brand of the land
It must be fate, it must be fate
How sorry the tears of Worry
How sappy that wealth is happy
How moody the shoddy of the dead pocket
It must be fate, it must be fate
We stage the written
And act the directed
We kill our roles
Even if we must stand on our toes
And so the story will forever go.
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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