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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR PRESIDENT; GOODLUCK IS 56
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Today our amiable president Goodluck Jonathan is 56; may he live long on earth and paddle this country to the greater height.
I remembered this particular incident that shaped and reshaped my closeness with family members vividly. This incident also made me make a decision never to put any of my children under the tutelage of any family members. It happened in the year 2010,there was a girl called "Esse." Esse was from Bayelsa state, she stayed with her aunt named "Mama Joseph." Mama Joseph had four children, three boys and a girl, Joseph was the eldest and he was my friend. Mama Joseph sells recharge card and clothes, alongside studying. I noticed that Esse was always maltreated, she was a very nice girl to me and my mother, that much I can confess. I got talking with her one day, Esse, I called out, "Yes, Emmanuel, she answered. "Why is it that you always looked troubled ? She looked left and right and after a very deep breath, she was reluctant at first, but I persisted in trying to make her speak out." Finally she obliged, "I don't know the reason but,...
Mythical stories shrouded Enacted rituals of the past Masterpiece of economic chapter Concoction of true false dividends Accompany by the wind Bring them more, bring them more We are the singers of change Recollecting our folk stories Enjoyments of hungry bellies The river bows to obdurate thunder The sun wig draws the parallel within The river watches the thunder in awe Like Joshua’s congregation waiting for miracles Bring them more, bring them more We are the smiling sufferers Let the river hope for more thirst The thunder clapping on mythical stories Rounding about enacted past rituals Pun punctuations on its passages We are the hoping hopes after sunset
A few decades ago a baby was born looking radiant like a redolent spice Her Eyes wide-open like she came ready for it all Cried out loud when she needed to be touched Mother’s eyes sparkled with love and some tears of joy Father’s heart filled with pride and a gratitude to God Everyone definitely knew a queen had just arrived Every hand seriously craved for a feel of her Her birth story is surely a tale like none other It’s worth being sang in an opera It’s a picture that must be painted for all to see This is indeed the story ‘the queen of my heart’ Written by: Hamidat Doyinsola & Kazeem Adio (C) 2022
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