OPEN HEAVENS
                    A man sat next to me in the bus we had entered from ikorodu to mile 12. We were both waiting for the bus

Daffodil: The oil money

Daffodil: The oil money: wasn't there a time when oil never existed where frustration was a mere dream? Wasn't there a period were d leaders were after d peo...

sorry may never be enough

sometimes sorry never relieves the pain of the past
you just wished it never happened.
Never wanting to forgive yourself,
Never wanting to forget,
Trying to grasp what is lost,
Trying to regain what you will never get
ever again.
And all the hundreds of sorries will never do.

It is lost
that precious thing you had
whatever it was
you try to console yourself
Pretending it never happened
but you are no longer the same
all because of what you lost
And all the hundreds of sorries will never do.