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This is something I just wrote. Well, not exactly. More like something I just completed. It’s a new week and its Monday I have to think again.Its really short, I don’t even know what to title it. It just came to my head now. Am surprise am thinking about it now . But enjoy it.

RECEPTACLE

Talking about pregnant women

POEM: MARCH 8

MARCH 8   It’s the day to celebrate It’s the day to think For all that the world have done To the charming colour pink They blocked off her way They chased her that day They stormed all her life Her blurred eyes did say They found her so helpless They made her to cry

FATE OF WOMEN – THE FOUR BROKEN MIRRORS (TALES)

THE FOUR BROKEN MIRRORS (TALES)     THE GOLDEN MIRROR I was once beautiful, perfectly sculpted with gold clothing My face clearer than the springs, smiles radiated from me She greeted me naked, clothed, happy and I in turn showed her perfection She was fulfilled and safe as was i, hidden from the faces of

IN HONOUR OF WOMEN

In Honour Of Women They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy. They laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up for injustice. They don’t take “no” for an answer when they believe there is a

A VIEW ON WOMAN IN THE SOCIETY-FATE OF A MANGO FRUIT

FATE OF A MANGO FRUIT Finally it fell down But nobody noticed it It started a decaying process They noticed, but it was late Its beauty become a stench Decomposition was not optional What would it have done? To hang loose on its mother and still decompose? Or fall to the ground and still decompose?

OSCILLATION

Who can tell me where Maria is? At the cold end of Ikogosi spring I looked at the flow of this cold spring I thought Maria sitting by the side of this cold spring But this cold end of my Ikogosi Became an ocean current It was an endless search in My pacific ocean I