kudirat Abiola
The dream a hope The struggle a triumph The annulment an injustice The proclamation an incarceration The cause an uprising The mum a lone voice amongst her peer The woman a realization The lone loud voice a silence adieu she was silenced hot lead in hot blood melted on an unmarked spot save for secrecy will you ever tell if you were there who killed Kudi we celebrated her with our mind reminding time when shall thou tell but for another death That renewed our hope How will we ever know That she was killed for Fifty thousand naira.Back to My Homepage