Ride in stride
The donkey beneath
Ride in stride
Thinking not of a drop in trot
Whip and equip
Its ego to grow
Like a giant hiding a killer punch
It will hide its ears and throw you down
You’ll be grateful if you end up down town
With broken bones and aches holding a metal whip
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
(Inspired by a good friend called Mr. Hudu)
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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