After setting for so long
The sun’s head is casting its shadows
Showing its grand arrival
Hoping hope sits in hearts for anticipation
Instead of towel throwing
II
After setting for so long
Its coming is palpable
But its heat drains sweat needed for hydration
The sun is a king wicked in absence
Gracious in person
And like one who has the sun for eyes
I sit in darkness, waiting for my sight
And my lord to smile
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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