POEM: THE HOUR by Olufalade Adesemola Toluwalope

At dawn I was called out

Then I saw the shadow of her

I entered the room and saw them all

It dawned on me the hour has come

 

The floor was laid and the lamp lit

Rusty blades in local plates

Their wrinkled faces staring at me

Now I know my hour has come

 

I struggled and fought them

I was overpowered and warned of the doom

Then I prayed for my hour to end

I want this to end.

by Olufalade Adesemola Toluwalope

Ekiti State |#EndCuttingGirls Advocate

 

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