A name from the stone quarry
To boards of elites
A name from the gutters
To mouths of the refined
A name stepped on
Into the heads of learners
Lord of Host
Knows the forces
Which drive hearts of forcers
I am like a humbled soul
Before you who bore all the aggression
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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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