WAKERS’ ADVICE AND FEAR

When the birds do wake

And the bakers’ bake

Travel for advertisement sake

And the hoes touch rakes

As the mud does un-cake

In the countryside

The cockerels take

The bells of nature and blow for all;

Kokrokoookoooooooooooo!

It’s morning

Be up and about wearing the right attitudes

Amazing how the latter part

Of its wake is always ignored

By busy beings

And they can’t complain

Lest they end saucepans heated to hate

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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