Blessing Ayandokun Poems

Back to the old house where we used to live, where all my childhood lies. I was drowned in the memories of moments with you like someone who had been suffering from dementia.

Out in the night alone, with the gentle breeze blowing and a full moon hanging on the night sky, this was how we had our hearty conversations. Moments when we would intentionally bring all the plates outside to wash just so we could talk thereafter when no one's at home we would sit on a mat with our siblings to eat together, how we do our gossip from our windows at dusk. That delight in our hearts when we celebrate our birthdays together happily eating our king's share of the cake.
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