Olanihun Opeyemi Joe



My Mothers, the avian …

When all ceases And hands and feet twitch in sleep The guttural bird groans Perched on a pole behind I-am-afraid’s house, She couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t doze. In the day, I-am-afraid sells bean cake My Mothers asked her some, she …

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