Stagnant waters
Sitting still on their buttocks
Like gods worshipped by idiots
Will invite them
Yes; them
All that is small
Not firm
Orchestrating elasticity on stagnation
Poisonous to a fault
Heeding no cries
Elevating themselves on precious red liquids
Leaping from skin to skin
Expressing themselves noisily
Spreading fevers which battle immunocities

Clear the bushes
Clear the gutters
Spray the rooms
Net the beds
And stop quiet-flying-vampires
And their noisy husbands
From evading your territories
Spreading their malaria
Which they carry like hawkers
And share to take lives
He who has eyes will see
He who has ears will hear
Those without,  perish in unfortunacy
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. :)


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