The efik/ibibio people might call her ADIAHA
THE IGBO'S calls her Ada
A true born African
her hips seals lips
for a thousand words are wrapped around her waist... And
Her chest carries a mountain
A canaan of its own
Flowing with MILK AND HONEY
even Israel can't compete
for her mind has won more battles than JOSHUA ever did with a sword..
Her dark skin tell the tales of her originality..
She is the African salad.. Every man wish to taste..
The young ones look up to her while their mother's reminisce
She  feed lord lugard and Nnamdi Azikiwe even before they knew how to spell their names..
She was there when Ojukwu declared war on her sons and her daughters were made barren..
She is the mother of poets and the inventor of poetry...
Stories were like poems in her mouth even before Hollywood could master the art...
Her tongue had painted more pictures in the heart of her children
so Her HISTORY they never forget
#MAMA_AFRICA

This uncle was so un-cool to his little niece
every night comes with an endless movement of push- up's on her delicate skin
Her legs torn apart in his own apartment
As he advance to take advantage of her little age..
Ssshhhhhh! BE SILENT
Uncle didn't stop until he broke her *****..
ARE YOU A KID?
WHAT DO I GET FOR PAYING YOUR SCHOOL FEES?
This questions and many more was his key to the vault between her legs..
It just there month pass and her stomach is already raising to the challenge
Her womb bore the evident of his Crime..
Don't panic... He said..
I know a doctor that can take lives
just an injection and a few pills
you be alright..
Buh sadly this were the last pills she ever took...
UNCLE HAS DESTROYED TWO INNOCENT LIVES

In this dark hole with many tunnels
A broken boy always trying to skip through..
Many times i tried... Many times i failed
Where is the lord of light
for my eyes are dim and my sight are dark

This dark hole with many trials
imprison this soul no more i pray thee
take me no more to this court of depression and judge me not, with this demons

This dark hole, home of vipers
**** through my spirit and dwell in my thought, running and endless race in my brain...
What is thou gain??
Are you not done yet???
I know you love to see me cry
and dance in pains
**** me dry and leave my life with ****** stains
buh yet again, you failed
cause in failure i succeed
and in my weakness i find my greatest strength
when i cry... I just soak the earth for a better me to germinate
so keep me or free me
buh if you won't let me out of this dark hole... Then i will bring light and make it home
#DairyofABrokensoul