THE GHANA TO LOVE

A VILLAGE IN GHANA

I smell mud

I see the chicks following the hens

As the cocks are on guard

I see the goats being naughty

The sheep eating gently

I see the trees dancing nicely

With the breeze and shrubs singing melodiously

I see the farmers tools

Walking on shoulders of the hard-working

I see the birds singing on trees

I see the vultures go and come

Looking straight into my eyes

At every turn

I see the plants and fruits growing gently

Free of “hurrieders” and foul scents

And hear the promises of their healing

I see rivers flowing hurriedly

On their errands to join the sea

I see the sun leading all

Until it tires and goes to rest

I see nothing but quietude

A few of the night announce their presence

In a while

I see I’d love to live that way

Even if it is just for a day

Living right in a cuddly African village.

Tags Ghana, VILLAGE BLISS

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. :)

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