For all that I am lent
For all the time I have spent
To stand or bend I have learnt
Because this world is nothing but a rent
With my cents come my dent
I am sent
And will leave this tent
And after I turn, none will know where I went
So now I can with hardwork scent
To pay until exhaustion of my rent
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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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