Written by Editor

Sweet waters roll down my cheeks
Pains like honey, beats me bones 
Gentle as the breeze I whisper 
Deaf ears turn to my pleas

Give me your hands my friend 
For mentors have failed me
I have dined with iniquity
I have swallowed stupidity

My hopes, now my fears, 
My aspirations, now my despair 
Tattered clothes I now adore 
Rainbow faces I now honour

We see paradise in tears 
Our fear and joy in pairs 
Asewo‘! We are called 
Cheers! We are blessed

Listen to my muted screams 
Listen to the rhythm scars 
Listen to the pleasant cries 
Listen to the broken glasses

Come! Let us teach them to fish 
In the soil of our land 
For all our toils 
To become our joy

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.