“This darkness must be buried.”
I growled! Making use of my last breath
As a Phoenix rises from its remains,
So would my marriage vow spring to life,
So would my love be as fresh as new.
And I would love you Everyday till the very Last day.
Its the melody for the soul,
it soothes the ears as it cajoles
It was blood night;
the feast for the damned,
a tussle for the crown.
Why hide beneath these facades?”
Take charge and break loose.
In loving memory of PROF. DORA NKEM AKUNYILI (OFR) a “Strong Woman”
Your entrance into this world were marked by gunshots
I fled carrying your placenta and whatnot
There shall be no tomb
whilst feeding from these crumbs.
A goddess amongst women.
A woman of charming beauty.
Prior to success and bloom,
My life was bitter with gloom.
Let’s fix a date at the Musee de Lovre
to feed these demons of lust
with our burning desires.