HERIOT ( A COLLECTION OF DIRGE) - BY OMOLE DAMISOLA IFEOLUWA


EDITOR'S NOTE: This is a collection of poems that focuses on sadness, resulting to unforgettable scars in the heart as a result of the death of love one. Damisola Omole, with powerful words, reveals that her father lives in her heart even after his death.         KINDLY READ/DOWNLOAD THE COLLECTION      

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