fornostalgia
Sundays Are For Biscuit Bones
Photocredit- Adrian McDonald Sundays are for biscuit bones, rice and stew So the African experience taught you But today, mother failed to do the usual As you both return home from fellowship Your feet collides against stones and you wish it were your...
For Nostalgia
The day mother calls thy full name, She would staple a smile on each letter, Stress each syllable faithfully She would walk up through the corridor as you stand at the front yard In your pale Nigerian Jersey You didn’t wash your legs properly Your ankle...
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