In this place
In this time
It is a story time
Around my territory
Some ears are corked
Enjoying my honey
Flowing into them
Wanting the thickest to feel the surge
And it shows
The hush hushes
The eye eyers
The unhearable mumblings are its evidence
It is a past
Made into a good story
I care not what it entails
And will certainly not let it define me now
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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