I saw it

It was so fit

A flower to be given to the bride

Before she took the hand of her father

I wanted it

But there were these mirrored walls

Which failed to let me be

Then I saw her father take it

He had six eyes on his face

Such a weird man

He started unwrapping

Then came many things falling on the floor in succession


Steaming romance








All the bridesmaids watched in awe

Was this what was beautifully wrapped?

The bride knelt, wept and sarcastically thanked her father

Taking off her veil and running inside

Her father said she took the wrong turn

God’s flower was simple 

She opted for the elegant

And knew what she bargained for

But loved the many eyes who would watch in jealousy

I cringed, praying not to be noticed

Then all six eyes turned to me

Making me shiver in shame

“You must take seed from this

To find a shiny object in the glaring reflection of the sun

Where many hungry mouths and greedy hands stay

Is rare”

I knocked behind hoping to be let out

My frustration showed

And I was given a tap

I peeped and there:

It all happened in my dream

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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