I’s without eyes
Heads which never heads
Nose which never knows
Birds without beds
Legs which beg
Sheds without shirts
Mouths which can’t build mounds
Armpits without pits
Thighs beneath the highs
Fingers without figures
Toes in the lows
Mics built in stomachs
Buttocks without tick tocks
Everything has a semblance
With no semblance
Once the knowledge seeps in,
I’ll live free of doubts
And you will live boundless
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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