I have gone beyond the fear of ginger and pepper

Its taunt of burning my rear

Through the vengeful fingers of my elders

And forming tears

With which brothers and friends used as fun

O I have blended with its road of hurt

I have also gone beyond the fear of canes
Many strokes for a bad deed
More strokes for sluggishness
Marking and scarring to remind for years
Its haunts for run
Have been eased by years
It can do it all but cause me no fears

I have also jumped the tall windows of insults
Having them walk, jump, run
Out of mouths of beloveds to blow me
Like a boxer on cocaine
This body has developed its resistance
So needs no assistance

It was a hurtful blessing
Growing as a breeding Ghanaian seed
In the archaic time
When children shadowed the old
So I have gone passed the okro slime of pain
And stand fearless
Know your opponent
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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. :)


Thoughts of ginger suppository seem to weigh heavy on your mind yet i can’t seem to understand it. What are you talking about ?? Perhaps one of these i might get you to show me.

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