BLACK AFARA
BLACK AFARA Growing up as a child, I was that fragile, pampered son, Because I was the Otatane-oso of my parents, The first to my dad, the second to my mum. I was the German floor that planted the feet of my mum Deep down the foundation of her husband's house, After two successful, beautiful Bride Prices on the Showcase. So I came, not just an answer to their prayers But a pillar to make the house stand In case of more storeys to fulfill their skyscraper dream. Luckily for me, I was born in the village called Usokun, The Nazareth, kids kick against in the womb When they are given their Letter of Posting: PPA (Place of Primary Assignment) Like Youth Corpers in the Orientation Camp. Childhood was fun because we got all we wanted, Either by a frown or by a cry. But when adulthood came into the picture, We knew that Adulthood is a Scam. Because now, even when we fast and pray, If we don't work for it, even heaven will deny us her Visa. Anytime my feet touch