Loneliness is like quicksand. The more you wallow in it, the harder it is to get out of it. If you let it consume your thinking, soon you’ll have a full-fledged pity party that no one else wants to go to.
Ankonamyɛ akɔyɛ sɛ anwea anaa atɛkyɛ a obi gyina mu a etumi didi n’ase ma ɔmem. Dodow a wumunumunum wɔ mu no, dodow no ara na ɛbɛyɛ den sɛ wubepue afi mu. Sɛ woma ankonamyɛ ho adwinnwen bɛtɔ wo so na daa wusu wo ho mmɔbɔ a, obiara ani rennye ho sɛ ɔbɛbɛn wo; ɛno mmom bɛma w’ankonamyɛ no ayɛ kɛse