MAMA
Mother is a tree
with fruits, rooted in
Traditions of nurturing,
watered in the womb of affection
Her milk flows
down the hills of time
from one generation of love
to another recuperation of hope
Related Posts
Just before it got too cold.
Just before it got too cold. I went hanging out with my beautiful model. And now it’s just too cold. It’s now freezing, freezing, even…
Why I love Nigeria? Why I love Africa?
Tell me, where else in the whole wide world can you make a khaki cocktail with big stout and emu funfun? I love Nigeria I…
TIME FOR CHANGE
The women’s era is here. Can we have a woman president in Nigeria, please? I’m sick of these non-performing men who for more than fifty…
