Her entire short life is dirge like,
In her daily rounds so silly alike.
Abnormally brained, genes had made;
A persistent dirty joke, harmlessly made.
Asaba is the neighbourhood’s fool,
Nurturing our moods into a little fool.
The gloom that is her poor mind
Caresses our passions, so we mind.
In a puddle she plays herself by.
Scaring kids as she staggers by.
Gracious mums use this apt fear.
Life cannot be all good and fair.
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Can see faces of many ASABA around – wish it’s only a fiction. Thanks for sharing.
They abound indeed, we see them all around us but rarely appreciate their troubles and the painstaking efforts of those that aid them on a daily basis…..
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