By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I don`t like the way the sky looks
It`s overcast with cumulus clouds
I prefer nimbus because they make me think
Stratus clouds make me exist.
Such beautiful clouds don`t come in brooks
They`re more common in the thick mangroves the Fon lauds
But by all means, stay clear of the brink
Because if you`re pulled down, you cease to exist.