Living in freedom

Mr. Worla knew not

The hot trousers which swallow skirts indiscriminately



He boils as he hears

He hears and his temper gears

It gears as it stirs his fears



Like a soldier, he wants to form an army

Like a god, he wants to take his sin whip

Like Bin Laden, he wants to bomb their ignorance



He now knows of “Ayambor”

And knows skirts need mouth sowings

In order to be worn with little crumbs of care



“It is not fair” he thinks

But that is a culture somewhere as he blinks

And many of his replica do love it so give many winks



Trying times

Hurtful crimes

Freedom’s chime

Does some places mime

Oh if freedom’s voice could rhyme

In all times, even those on dime

Many will be saved from atrocities so damned slimy!

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 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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