Let’s chew fashion

And get full in its elation

Who cares about stinky farms?

Who wants to be at the end of its harms?


We must keep sleeping


Then let’s dance famished

If clothes and prestige cannot feed

And none wants to touch or be touched

By leaves,

Then I’m sorry for me

I’m sorry for you

And I’m sorry for those

Who jump from wombs with glee

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. :)


The farms are for us to feed not for us to need . To distant ourselves from all of the mess and dress as nature says. I know what you say but we have forgotten from whence we came. Its again tradition which life was founded upon. People rather act then think. It’s to much to think before you act.


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