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
Poetry

I was lost.

This is a poem about a visit I made to Ekpoma several years ago during my quest for admission into BENSU. I dropped several kilometres away from the school because I saw a small signpost Read more…

By Ovyay, ago