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By ZODML on Wed, 12/07/2017 - 15:43

When the Flood Storms By Morayo Oshodi

It all started with a drizzling

Some others considered it a trickling

Until the buckets got filled from leaking

Pregnant and swollen the ceiling

So the waters broke,

toh toh toh

Was the sound of a leaking ceiling.

A rhythm worth freestyling.

 

They say make hay while the sun shines.

But none while the clouds gather

It's been 7 days and your beaming self hasn't shown up

Instead you had your cousin

Blow the hay away.

It’s been 7 days.....

Slow and steady drip, drop, top.

The flood sneaked in without a storm.

 

So you got caught up? in 7 hours of traffic?

So you didn't drown?

You could wade in the waters.

Swimming was the highlights.

And then Kayaking Oyinbo man.

Free movie ticket and popcorn?

Perhaps for Isoken.

Will flooded cinemas go.

 

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