If I were a Fulani begger With no future to chase With no desire to change I would take my womb To the tomb Never letting it taste any seed Let alone bear fruit II Why will I another create When the tree of begging lies in me? It takes shame to be lame It […]
In the scorching sun In the raging storm In the pouring rain Some sit in tattered apparels Others seek attention with friendliness Holding unto the sweet, The angered, The kind, The unkind, Just for some sustenance Not only for themselves, but for grown mouths While strong working limbs sit in shades Waiting for their wages […]
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