My ways have cease to be the same, Like the proud warlord whose. King cannot tame. My heart refuses to beat, As the idu tree cut without the Permission of Osa through his priest. Our memories I recall,now come in bits. Fading like the smell of the okro soup to a dying Man. A future with you I fear is uncertain Like a door; naked without a curtain. Forgive me if I acted either, Unreasonably or unruly. We will be friends forever, these thoughts Sounding inaudibly. 'An eye they say is for an eye' But What use is a bird without an eye? 'T' ba n su n kun, a ma rirun' I thank you for being 'who you are' this long run. Godwin Henry Osaigbovo [Pa Shakespeare]
