A weird thing, in Accra, sat
Sputtering and mumbling “tar”
Until it said it was called day
II
Day which was new
But had many problems dew
The first after a terror flood
III
It is going to be used
It won’t get the privilege
Of seeing the lazy in action
IV
It would die
Without anyone acknowledging it
Its Wednesday cursed it before its conception
V
So found in sat mood
Saying “tur” in musing
It is a day so unfortunate
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 6th May 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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