Scars of slavery
Scars of rebellion
Scars of half freedom
Scars of neo colonialism
Scars of coups
Scars of internal wars
Have now given birth to
Scars of terrorism
Scars of brutality
With these many scars
How can we still not feel the experience?
How can we not pull the clothes of togetherness on our bodies?
How can we still be running in our tracks?
It is sad
This is sad
We are sad livers
And I cry for my continent
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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