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Plight of the Boychild

i created another Jaja yesterday! a braver Jaja unlike that timid feeble boy Chimamanda gave life in Purple hibiscus. i gave him a gun and a mightier heart. i carved a pumpkin route for him to follow i made him to have the mind of his own then, I sent him to his father just like every mother sends their sons to their father. he gunned him down in his assaulted plights he returned angrily to hunt me for this freedom my experiments to pull him down failed and I remembered mother also created boys she abandoned to find freedom who later came back to murder her in their plights Boys come in this formless shape creating imageries larger than them which returns to Squeeze more juice out from their dark sides. ©John Chizoba Vincent From_A_Pen_Refusing_Frustration.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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