@enewrites
Writer Passionate about poems, African books and stories
The hush between daylight and rain, A wandering cloud. It lives in the smoke that rises at dawn, In thick wool sweaters old and worn. The language o...Read more
Rain clouds gather above the fields so wide,
As cool winds dance through the countryside.
The dusty roads wear a darker shade,
While children laugh in puddles newly.
The Bench Under the Mango Tree
Every evening after school, two boys sat on the old wooden bench under the mango tree at the edge of the village.
Tunde was loud, fearless, and always talking about the big city he wanted to live in someday. Malik was quieter.
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