Beats And Peaces 

A story from Baba Agba,
Under the Oak tree
A woman… 
Sporting torn Iro and buba
A rare, wonderful sight…
or not.

The power of life and death
Occupies one space
Now I know, why her tongue has creases

The apple that falls far from the tree
Gets crushed or mashed
Amope eleèke eebu
No surprise, she got it from her mother.

Obinrin so wa nu…

Let her stay in your home
And shred your self esteem
Into bits and pieces.
On one spot.


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