It beats me hollow whenever I look back into the history of this
bleeding giant whose benevolent heart is been pierced by the covetous
swords of her unfilial wretched big children who lust after her
beauty.
I marvel at her strength, for so long, she has continuously been
stabbed by their treacherous swords :her blood been sucked by their
unpatriotic throats yet she still gasp for breath, hoping to someday
triumph over her horde of rebellious children through her small filial
noble children whose innocent swords will plug out the covetous heart
of the double faced children of doom thus tormenting their souls in
hell.
Oh pitiful mother, hang on, I hope you survive your dark hours until
your noble children come to your rescue.
– Adeyemi Babarinde Sunday writes from Odo Ere.
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