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Jan 2020
When you are down; I am out
My world crumbles
I've become nomophobic
A chronic phone addiction
Until you are charged
My joy is lost
My happiness reclines
You are an integral part of me
Without which I am incomplete
I need you charged at all times
I'll walk miles, travel wide
Just to ensure you are charged
You are a god
That I unknowingly worship
When life threw darts at me
Suddenly I realised
I've been busy charging my phones
What I forgot
By whatever means, name
Was to charge my soul
Just the way i charge my phones
Maybe, my life will be more meaningful
Written by
Babatunde Raimi
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