Like glass houses
Which encourages stone throwers
They ask young flowers
To use their nectar
To attract insects
Who have dedicated trees
They feed and rest
Forgetting they have pests who hawk
When they are busy advising
Calling on flowers to share their nectar
If all fem heads could think alike
Shunning all taken
And fly together like a flock
All that is pain will take a hike
As peace and respect will be our right
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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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