His exhaust’s noise
Can be heard like that of a blasted car
Akwasi is a bloated cow
When slumber touches him
With its unconscious stick

Her adjust is like a free air traveller
It screams
“ta ta ta ta poo pooo”
When slumber touches Afia
With its dream stick

The little one lies in their midst
Knowing not where she is
Could it be a granary?
“tutu ta poo, tutu ta poo”
Little Akosua is like a lost lamb
Amidst the exhaust and adjust
Kai! “Agyawaadwo!”
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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