They say life is not a race
Life is a teacher with a strange whip
One that whips you when you trip
By making all fake friends die in time of need
Only to resurrect in success

They say light decorates a tunnel’s end
Because it gives excuses to all those lost in the tunnel
To blame your blindness for their absences

They say time waits for no man
Because it drags you through stones and mud and mountains
If you decide to sit
Gifting you bruises and or death

I’m loving my teacher
And ditching my preacher
Because I need to live in style
Walking at my time’s pace
Trotting when my time demands it
Running when my time calls for it
Listening to the time of others
…is but a mission suicidal
I plan to live
To live to the end of my bend without hurting one hair on my head
So I’m clinging
…clinging to my teacher
…the only real teacher I know: life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia Β© July 2020

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. :)

7 replies on “WONDERMENT”

Fake friends
Reprehensible FELLAS.
I don’t know how to thank you for this?

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