In the whims of the torturous wind
Was I, a little leaf
Onto the doors of your masters
You looked and found a stem
And got a flower pot
For this random leaf
Watering after getting the permission of your masters
As I grew, you were there like ghost
Unseen but always a feeling to push harder in life
If there are unsung heroes
You are their queen
The heart of this leaf turned flower
With every sway of the wind
Says thank you
Thank you for giving me roots to grow
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
This poem is for a special woman who helped me get admitted into high school. Madam Rahel, her name. I am so grateful for her intervention. May God bless her for me.

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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