Poetry

A Mother’s battle

A mother’s battle Though heavy and tenuous Scratch, scream, bite or beg She does the needful, even getting help from the IMMORTALITY THAT DWELLS IN THE THIRD HEAVEN. ************************ A mother’s battle The weight of Read more…

By Ovyay, ago
Prosetry

Jejely

Jejely, naim I tanda for my door, dey drink my àgbo I com sight winch man where im dey cry like tata The woman wey im dey always beat dey there dey tell am sorry Read more…

By Ovyay, ago
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