His fame increased, then ceased like rain,
Starting as drizzles that later tear the cloud
He was a wicked man; vain and proud,
He strutted around, face wearing a shroud.
Treating all that asked with naked disdain,
He was a wicked man! Vain and proud,
His fame increased… then ceased like rain!
Written by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
Inspired by Shola Yussuf
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.