Hi dear steemians, I am delighted to be writing again. I hope you make the best use of the time it affords you. It a new week by the way. I just want to share a bit of my Mania Tales (A project) with you. Stay tuned because I'll be posting the second story series soon. Like you all know I am into quality poems,quality stories, singing and quality photographs as well. I am working on some story projects and you will all enjoy your time stay tuned. I will add more value to steemit as a community by widen and broaden its knowledge scope 馃挴 with my poems and quality stories.
Where the creeks enter the sea
Olokun filled me a boat to keep.
It was left for me to take home
without crying for more help
through pirates betting their lives
on unescorted cargoes passing-
robbers keep mirrors in closets
to foresee the fortune of others.
I steered upstream as I must;
the boat mine to take home
but it was too large and loaded
for the creeks that took me home-
the fingers of the Niger did not
always reach everywhere nearby .
At the last deep water station,
destitute hands waited to off-load
the cargo and be head carries
for the rest of the shallow way.
No road for boats to my home,
Only logs floated there n floods-
the sky turned off its sprinklers
and rafters sat at home , waiting .
Among my helpers pilfering ones
that I can't convert into clean souls.
My home is large but loaded
though Olokun filled me a boat.
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