I was just telling 'friends for life' at work yesterday that the spirits that bring inspiration for me on most occasions bring it at die minute, maka why?

Verily verily, I say unto you... I got home, really exhausted, had to quickly sort some stuffs because I'm leaving home very early this morning again. Then some minutes past ten, midnight, I remembered I have a poem to submit, omooooooooo!

I held my head tight n' screamed on top of my voice (in my thought), "ẹ̀yín màláíkà poetry mi dà!" That's how they did like they used to do, ní die minute, inspirational wan injure me.

So I grabbed my phone...