From the first day I joined steemit, I find it difficult to stay idle. Any little chance I have, both in my office and in the house I always think of creative contents to write. Either Stories, Poems, Diary Games or I participate in SLC. I make sure I don't waste my precious time.
This morning, after cleaning my office, I was less busy. While waiting for customers to start coming, instead of staying idle, I said let me write this Poem just to keep my steemian friends entertained.
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They picked Okoro up one morning, Beat him soft like clay, And stuffed him down the belly of a waiting jeep.
What business of mine is it, So long they don't take the yam from my savouring mouth?
They came one night, Booted the whole house awake, And dragged Danladi out, Then off to a lengthy absence.
What business of mine is it, So long they don't take the yam from my savouring mouth?
Amarachi went to work one day, Only to find her job was gone: No query, no warning, no probe Just one neat sack for a stainless record.
What business of mine is it, So long they don't take the yam from my savouring mouth?
And then one evening, As I sat down to eat my yam, A knock on the door froze my hungry hand. The jeep was waiting on my bewildered lawn waiting, waiting in its usual silence.
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Thank you very much for this curation, truly appreciate, it encourages me to do more.
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