author - "Isioma Jemimah Okonicha"
‘I am strategizing on the direction to throw my cast net to,’ I told the fishermen, each time they asked why I sat idle under the tree by the riverbank, while others were busy catching fish.
She was widow. Yes she was
She lost her husband about a year ago
Yet she remained a dedicated mother to four sons
But she still had her fears; Ones so strong
And she gave life to them instead.
Seeing your cute smile; it's so radiating
It sings a victory in your love song
I have not been fair to you my darling
I should not ask for your flaws
I know the pressure is too much for you to bear not minding the cost
‘I am strategizing on the direction to throw my cast net to,’ I told the fishermen, each time they asked why I sat idle under the tree by the riverbank, while others were busy catching fish.
She was widow. Yes she was
She lost her husband about a year ago
Yet she remained a dedicated mother to four sons
But she still had her fears; Ones so strong
And she gave life to them instead.
Seeing your cute smile; it's so radiating
It sings a victory in your love song
I have not been fair to you my darling
I should not ask for your flaws
I know the pressure is too much for you to bear not minding the cost