This air
Blowing me here
Blowing me there
Are you being fair?
II
This air
Giving all your share
Of fraustration for me to bear
Are you being fair?
III
That I am dust
Makes me no just
My lightness is not your lust
Water for me is now a must
IV
What will you say?
If I get water to pay
And it offers its belly to lay?
All the bumping and jumping will certainly lay
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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