As none can chase chastity
In a smoking cabaret,
So must cabals never chase their hard targets
In churches
A caboose can be seen like chariots
And there would be no hidden caldera
To save the day
Get a sense of camaraderie to cajole
Prides hurt by you
For you know not when your hammer
Would land
Upon your heady conniving pate
You know that is your hell’s gate
Even angels have temper
I’m no different
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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