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I used to dwell on my eyes

Until they shouted and scarred my mind

Then I used my ears and dwelt on voices

They scarred my head and taunted my mind

I went ahead to use my eyes

Reading words to fill my heart

But they too, turned into monsters,

Piercing my chest, chasing my brains

And aiming for my being

Then I chose the sense of touch

It was nice for a moment

Then I felt some sharp pains

Biting, slashing with knives and machetes

Oh! How painful that was!

So now, I use my all:

My hands covering my eyes

When they are in trouble

The ears closing its gates

When mouths go crazy

They are each other’s keepers

On my body land

Not the best, not the worst

But like soldiers on the battlefield,

They work well, together.

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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