Sometimes consent is a meteoroid around eyes
It sparkles in orbit around and in eyes
…lighting the path of needs
…in a call which escapes not its owner

Sometimes consent is a song
It is heard in the tone of a voice
…melodious whispering
Enchanting its owner in a royal call

Sometimes consent is an action
It is shown in gestures written on attitudes
…hiding eyes
The need within drums for owner’s ears only

But these are dangerous times
These days call for voice notifications
And written attestations
Because the chaos of rights
…walks all around our emotions
Drawing thin lines between mutuality and abuse
Be no matchstick accused of burning a firewood
For no matter how delightful it flames
…body clues can mostly serve no evidences
…even with many a credible witnesses
Wisdom is making use of few words
…to fence selves from danger on this pleasure field
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia Ā© Nov. 22, 2019

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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