The claws of the crab

Knows not the golden soil

Once it harbours the water it needs


The crows of the cock

Escapes not the eager farmer

Who has a goal in a time frame


Our measured life span

Stops not at our pauses

No matter our rights to them


Many came

Saw, tried conquering

But ended up in the net of the fisher taker


Who made ordinary meals

Out of extra ordinary livers

My roots and all other roots know this trend


Let’s band and bundle our space

Making sure to live like the determined tortoise

Who wins the race in the land of rabbits.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014

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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