David Olughu Biography

Aaaaaaah! ! !
Were the screams of my labouring mother
Even in the presence of consolation and encouragement
Her problems remained dormant like a rural settlement
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Who is she,
that can see beneath my smiles,
spotting the pain and anguish in my heart?
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I, hers am.
Her cheek lay bare on my desolate palm
My thatch heart,
her home.
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The way you talk
Like an orchestra of singing birds
Glorious and bewildering
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Birthday girl
Snow once again fell
Or it's just your beauty that sent shivers down my spine
As my heart longs for the day I'll call you mine.
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