They are mountains,
that my eyes explores daily
because I'm yet to see their extent.
Their grace, endless like the cloud,
Their mouths are like
two edged swords: one edge
to stab my insecurities, and
the other to chastise my wrongs,
They are simply pages
that words cannot fill;
canvases that arts
cannot do justice to,
They are deities whose libations
are the success stories of
their offsprings; gods that can
never be fully eulogized.
Akinwole John Akintayo is a writer. He believes the easiest way he can contribute his quota to the world is through writing. Brymo's songs inspires him.