I am fire

I am ice

I am the loudest storm of all

I am a whip

I am a mattress

I am the perfect knife of all

So sit

Cut your head onto your laps


Open your thoughts and search so well

If your heart’s legs can dance to the tunes

Of my unpredictableness


I can fire you up like a raging flame

Or cold you up like the womb of snows so tight

And if you dare me

I can storm you up with beautiful lightning holding a sharp sword

Clothed by the loudest sounds

Which will make the heavens shiver

Oh! The earth will then have a fever

Then, what can you deliver?



On a good ride

You could be the mashed corn dough

In the frightened pot

And I will be the stirrer to make you thick

After I am done with you

Your name will change

And you will get to know that you can no longer flow

So if you are a coward

Just try flying

With the fiercest whirlwinds

When they are on a family visit

Because this calm goddess

Needs legs which tread carefully

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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