There is a Pan African anger

Which has created many an avenger

So much they want a changer

With one body, they work like a fate arranger

They curse the foreign endanger

And say their faith is our freedom exchanger

And our old gods imprisoned for their baby in the manger

Who is a complete stranger

And dipped our land in danger

To make us their stooging strangers


They seek out the buried kola

Dig out broken calabashes…

Promising to mend their fabrics

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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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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