By Tikum Mbah Azonga
My mother made clay pots
With mud from Formenjuh`s place
She made them full of grace
And made sure she removed all the dots
On market days we carried them on our heads
Then arrayed them on the earth for all to see
The crowd puller they were
None returned home.
Copyright 2010
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