Comments about Ebi Robert
YENAGOA OF MY DREAM.
As the plane welcome the pilot jargon
and accelerate up the sky towards the south.
My practitioner of thought amaze my soul with wonderful scenes of beauty.
O' i see.
I see a city shinning with the greatest of golden lights,
and current guarded by bronze filament.
The colours of the light i see,
are colours seemed to be formed out of the earth.