His life started as a beautiful story

But horror reared its head

And his life became a sight so gory

Raining fear without shed



His mama almost died with worry

Knowing not how that fate was led

His papa was so sorry

Always hiding in his bed



He climbed hope’s lorry

And promised to beat death’s dead

And sat on the seat of a different story

There, he was with hope fed

And that is how he ended with a great story

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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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