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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