She by Aje Mofifunoluwa (@rossymorph)

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Flowing with milk and honey
Yet her tits are dry like a virgin’s
Giant they address her
Yet like ant she works
They call her home
Yet they run away from her
Still they say “no place like home”
Her colour signifies growth
But in corruption and deceits she grows, births and swims
Peace, again, her colour
Yet war is the order of the day
Unity her logo
Yet battles with ethnicity rivalry
Her children are as helpless as the okra tree prone to the wave of the wind
Yet the leaders among the children are as solid as the orange tree
With their calabashish stomach wanting to get bigger
She is weak
She is in pain
She is suffering
She is dying
Her strength is gone
Her eyes are filled with unshed tears
She wants to be like other mothers
Welcoming her children back home with big loving arms
Children come back home
She awaits you like one waiting for her lover.

5 thoughts on “She by Aje Mofifunoluwa (@rossymorph)

  1. The irony of our country so well contrasted by the first 15 lines or so.
    “They call her home
    Yet they run away from her
    Still they say “no place like home.” Nice write. Well done

  2. You really make it seem so easy with your presentation but
    I find this topic to be actually something which I
    think I would never understand. It seems too complicated and very broad
    for me. I am looking forward for your next post, I’ll try to get the
    hang of it!

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