When our days go to sleep

And end our wondering which is so steep

I know we will all take the leap

Wanting or not wanting to take a peep


We assume the sound of goodness

Will give nice chairs of softness

As the sound of wickedness

Flog many to helplessness


These grave assumptions

Walking through all nations,

Could it be a bomb vocation

Waiting for an intonation?

Patiently, I wait for that occasion

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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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