My journey to marriage
Was sure it
wasn’t black or white
Not dark,
no light
All I could
sense was the excruciating sound
Sound from
within placed me lost but found
Had boarded
a vehicle on transit
Going to
see my beloved at Anambra, a warm visit
The bus, at
Benin, there was a somersault
The height
of turns seems a pole vault
For many
hours I was in mirage
Stars counting,
mind centered on my marriage
Do I survive
this accident? Blood of Jesus I could say
Is there no
help coming this way?
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