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    This is the 21st century,
     Going and coming isn’t 
                a game,
Nor does it give you fame.
     Please come no more
   Mother’s breast is already
         thick like an iron
Every tears we dropped, the
               land sucks
              Father said;
  Dear Àbíkú I’ve got no farm
           to harvest yam, 
I sold it all to always keep
              you alive. 
This is your sixteenth death,
  all my royal chevrons are
  Come and stay as a female, 
 so you understands mothers
             Why Àbíkú?  
     Why do you chose us as 
               your prey?
  Àbíkú, the son of Dúrójayé
Forgive our wrongs and make
        your home "Ilé Ayé". 

Olajire Damilola Muyideen 
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 5/6/2018 3:11:00 PM
lovely... Enjoyed dis poem 4 really...
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Date: 4/28/2018 5:08:00 PM
My friend this is indeed an awesome piece you have penned! I enjoyed reading it! Best wishes. Pandita
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Damilola Muyideen
Date: 4/28/2018 6:06:00 PM
Thanks pandita, I'm so glad. I appreciate you. I hope I get to meet good readers and appreciative friends here on this platform.