Abiodun Floral
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MY MOTHERS ART Mmmm... I could smell my mothers cooking from far away, Even in my dreams, I could not help but twist my tongue, And putting my books away, Ready to feed my stomach and taste with my tongue. I remember my mother's cooking pot, Dazzling around as she makes the Amala, The sounds coming from the pestle "poka poka", I could never miss the delicacy and the spot. My father will never miss his wife's Egusi, As he swallows his Amala with the soup. Giving a satisfactory expression as he...
Introduction to Podcast 101
Hey guys, welcome to my podcast, this is my introduction and I hope we get along and you grow to love my content. Thank you for reaching out and listening.
Chronicles of A Black Girl I am that black girl, Trapped in the mentality of the society You are expected to do just as society says. A life you don't get to choose what comes to you, Society does that for you. So I wondered if I could ask, Dear Society what is my offense? Why do I have to live just so people won't talk? Why do I have to do what society won't blame me for? Dear society, what do you know about me? I come from a society that cares less, Where you have to put the society At ...
MY NIGERIAN DREAM In our world of happiness filled with misery, We have learned to walk and spin, And every teardrop on our face speaks history. Every step we take feels like walking on a pin, Holding on hand in hand. In a country where the leaders of tomorrow are lost, Walking hand in hand through the path carved for them. Nigeria, the leader of tomorrow, has never lived To witness the tomorrow Promised and forgotten by the elders. In Nigeria, my country, the poor are breathless. Every day ...
HELPING HANDS In moments of misery and sorrow, When darkness veils the path we go, A beacon shines to guide us through, A gentle touch, a helping hand we view. For assistance, an endearing gift bestowed, A lifeline when our strength erodes, It lifts us from depths unknown, And leads us toward a brighter zone. When burdens weigh upon our souls, And tears of sorrow take their toll, A friend steps forth, their love untold, Their presence was warm, their heart made bold. With selfless acts and w...
