On the threshold of my fate
Lie the perfect gait
Calculated steps
Fitted shoes
And keys to answers to puzzles tricky
And ready to block in lock
I know
And rush not
For I am too special to run

None knew Agya Ananse
In its fragile and slimy state
Could be the star of  Gold Coast folktales
And be the lesson to great lions
And all citizens of the animal kingdom
Adding fun in wits
Class in the mass
Inciting fear even from the rear
So I live like a seed in growth
Every stage being too special
For I am too special to run

There are those
Who run
Carried by the passing wind
And dropped from the top
Like wrappers of the real ishes
All their wishes dishes of clichés
Fermented and made the yoke of jokes broken from shells of passing fun
Oh no
I sure won’t run
I am too special to

What about those who sit
In pushy kaba and slit
Poisoning minds, their spit
Hovering, always their bit
Until their chits get to their pits
Of course they then call quits
Forgetting previous hits
I can’t in those fit
I am too special to leap before the walk

God’s time for each is set
Mine needs no bet
So what I dislike is to fret
Time will drop what I get
In my hardwork net
All others will be added pets
So why run?
I sure am too special to
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 28th August, 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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