We are like corn
We give and give
In many shades
We can be roasted
And can be boiled
We can be grinded
And can be broken
But we keep on replacing
Ourselves and others
Feeding world’s hunger
Helping the poor
Women are givers
Of tall and short
Of slim and fat
Of rich and small
Tend to these maize
And maintain the world
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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