Tee's Musings

Written by @TimiTomi... a quiet but great writer... We heard the cry no more Today it was silent as a grave The bitter smell of death filled the air Perhaps if we had knocked Every other night before this quiet tuesday The noise, the cry, the wailings was there. The shattering sounds of broken china The noise of pictures falling off the wall. Mr Femi is beating his wife again. Little Alice is crying as usual, And Daniel is shouting amidst his tears, Daddy please stop!!! Of course I hear the cry and the shouting of the woman, Mr Femi's flat is right above mine. I roll over and cover my ears with my pillow, And pretend to sleep Well, just like everyone in this compound. Afterall it's their private business and this is Lagos! Today we didn't hear her cry for so long, The cry was short,lingered on for a bit And we heard it no more. We are all dressed in black as good neighbors. Daniel and baby Alice have lost their mother We could have knocked W...

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One truth every lover of good shoes know is that the cuter the shoe looks on you, the more painful it is. But to the bystander or friend who compliments you, all they see is beauty, they do not see the perfectly concealed pain beneath that beauty.