I dream of food
Like earth craves rain
And the sky does give
In its own time

I dream of school
Like vehicle crave fuel
The owner does fill
At the proper time

I dream of shelter
And like the tortoise
The earth gods give
Until pubics harden

I’m left to learn
But vanity I yearn
My parents are stern
My stomach do churn
I want to roam like an eagle so fierce
I want to swim like a fish wild
I want to shout aloud to fame
But provisions are preventables
I feel crippled

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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