When we do meet

Let the nation of our eyes merge

Into a nation so perfect

Forcing our tyres to move with speed

For our hands to lock in love

I do have pots ready to cook

When you bring the ingredients

And stir after pouring your great waters into my river

Who knows, I may give you a little cooked you

When your rhythms are accepted by all good gods

While the African gods dance to the tune of chocolate

And the white gods dance to the tune of candy

Let us dance on a bed of roses without thorns

Caring no hoot about the fall of clothings

Let sweat taste sweat

As tongues serve as the ladle to stir

And fan passion’s hotness

To send us to a realm of heaven

To feel things none has ever felt

On this day when love calls

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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