ÀSHÀKÉ by Omotayo Awoyemi
Ashake, The day I wrote you a song, I broke my throat. I penned it on my cornea, But a flood of brine it became, When life ’Hi’ed’ me with hurt, And fluxed away with my pains. Nevertheless, I have the rhythm In my systole, and diastole. I pray you’ll hold up to listen, And see that its a
