In my African Home You work your spinal cord to its untimely death. May its gentle soul Rest In Peace. You walk your feet till its ends fray. You serve everyone that has a stomach and a pair of legs that is forbidden from stepping into the kitchen because they’re what? Males. Oh! You dare not complain – you’re not even allowed to. You bear the pains with a gentle strength for failure to keep to this law makes you…
Nigeria perceptive. personal struggles upbringing