As I looked down on the ever bubbling city-market below my floor,I saw old automobiles,dilapidated buildings,dirty kiosks,tattered roofs,dust-producing-factory called road,beaming smiles on peoples faces and beyond their bodies I could guess that their minds were free of all my problems-the eviction,security worries,the problem of loneliness,hunger,lack of trust and an ever present hope of been accepted by the ones I cared about the most.
Maybe they live for each day? How will I know, when I've sunk into the possibility of never surviving this terrible period!
#SELVABOYE
#BOSP_INC
So, yu wrote a poem for NUGA.
ReplyDeleteWhich market, though, are you making reference to?
Awwwn...dt moment wen u're 'down'. Don't worry u'll b fine #attitude#
ReplyDelete@ uche-Gbagi market...lol
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