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na pesin wey mek you smile naim dey take him life

every day he dey laugh but for night na cry

gold fit dey shine like head wey oyel dey,

but naim rust still dey rush
depression na real, my brother, no be wash.
she get that fine voice wey fit make you high
song never start but you don dey dance
because she kill herself you come dey judge?
depression is real, my sister, no be wash
Abobi, I know sey hustle no dey pay,
if you kill yourself you no fit run away,
waka enter rain, bros you no be salt,
tomorrow go better, life na turn by turn
sisterly, me I know pale too dey front,
mama sef no send and boyfriend dey fuck up
learn to love yourself, sister live your life,
las las, wetin you dey find, e go be sister.

sun wey hot, e go still calm down

things wey hard, e go soft na
third midland bridge na for crossing bro,
make you no dive, keep crawling on
no be you first come, why you wan first go?
we love you scatter, but you dunno
so speak out, make you for no loss
e go better, don’t die, bros.
#Pengician #SSA
Jaachi Anyatonwu
Jaachi Anyatonwu is a poet, editor, and publisher living in the suburbs of Aba. He is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks and collections, and the Editor-In-Chief of Poemify Publishers Inc. Jaachi is passionate about discovering new voices and mentoring emerging poets. He is also a fierce advocate for the boy child and sexually molested.


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    This is beautiful. Las Las we go dey alright.

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    • Anonymous

    • 3 years ago

    Wow! I love the application of pidgin English in poetry. Tastes local and homemade.
    That's BTW. Depression indeed is a silent killer. Thanks for writing on this

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