Freetown.

If aunty P reads this, your advice is steadfast

Food for thought makes a healthy breakfast

Beat no dey kill, na kanda dey suffer

Krio from the soul, na so she talk am

Sermons from Salone, heaven is a freetown

But deep down, disappointment is deep rooted

Desires are withered roses so dreams die ruthless

Yet the shine won’t die in her diamond eyes

Staring at the horizon for brighter sides

Eyes wide shut but stayed awake since

Four years plus, scales weighed for parents’ sins

Our mothers all cried, heartbroken orchestra

For men who take and barely gave, to be honest sha

Stiff smile as she thinks of her sons

Only tomorrow knows which way we turn

Cousins without daddies and I’m so lucky for what?

Raised on narrow routes but some roads can be forgot

It’s stories of our homes, na so we see am

The moral is some things don’t seem as

Simple as rhyming traumas on paper

My saving grace be say others go 

take heart.

Chinua.G.Emeana