Comments about Adeoye Adetoba
Fire Beneath The Garb
Jezebel with the gentle voice
Shattering my head with noise.
The glow on her skin the eye sees
The squalor of her mind concealed with ease.
Doomed to have her under my roof,
Sanity and serenity she'd chased aloof.
Stood up to fight her down and hard,
Neighbours thought i'd gone down mad.