Tomatoes, onions

Pepper and salt, fish, water

Groundnut or palmnut

Should I bring in the others?

They live independently


Living by themselves

So conceited like bosses

Never knowing they will leave

Together in pots

On flames with fingers like swords


Sad that is not all

Their carcasses travel through

Odours, crashing stones

With tips like hot sharp metals

Grinding them to paste, awful!


They leave separately,

Through the worst of their own fears

Are they oblivious?

No. One’s life is the cause

And threat on another’s life


Are we different?

Certainly not! We are them

They who live like men

With their scents, throwing all frights

When they must be friends till ends

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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