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(Continued from the previous part) Kim lived happily with the Smiths. Mr. Smith told them the story and by the time he finished, the Isholas were almost moved to compassion for the ‘poor little thing’ as Mrs. Ishola put it. “Smith, you have done the right thing. Honestly. But, I think you have involved yourself too much. Instead of taking her into your house just like that, you should have taken her to the police; they will know how to find her family and you will be free!” “That’s true” Mrs. Ishola conceded. “Besides, her medical condition makes things worse. There is no school that will accept her with those noises she makes at ten seconds intervals” “I did take her to a police station after her mother’s burial and wrote a report of how she came into my possession for security reasons. After my report, I told the policemen on duty that I would leave her with them but they refused. They all said that I should go with her and fix her up till they conduct their investigati

Today,  I'll regale you with the poetic works of a talented Nigerian poet, i love his works and I believe that you will do too. Most of his works are poems, written on pictures. Here are they: Poetry on God. Ads. Life Outside School. Death Ads. Reciprocity . Self Value. Sensible Gilbberish. We will keep the fire burning. Ads. Torn. Adieu Papa. Mother. The awesome me. Poetry. Never enough. Missed target. Sensible Nonsense. Your inspiration. Time. Owned. Time Bound. Ads. Breakups. You Smiles. Lost. A song for you. February. Ria. Selfless. Sinners. Slaves. Mama. Your loved ones. Hugs and kisses. Gone with the wind. Intellectualism. A special child. Mother's love. "Aktor." Happiness. The bits and pieces. Salvation. Tonight. About The  Poet. Sọlá Dọjà is a human, poet

GONE. Its been six months since we packed to our rooms. Mums condition grew worse but weve all come to learn to live with it. She seldom eat. Most times I have to spoon-feed her to prevent her from starving to death. Whatever was bothering her, she didnt tell us. She kept to herself and talked to no one. During the 6 months, I sat for another exam and I made the remaining papers but since Ive assumed the position of the family bread winner and manager, I couldnt dream of pursuing higher education until my mother comes back to her former self and take the family burden off my young shoulders. One fateful Tuesday morning, we got up as usual and began preparing for school and work place when Elizabeth rushed in screaming incoherently. At first, we all ignored her because she used to overact sometimes. But we started paying attention when we continued hearing mummy in her cries. Lizzy, whats wrong? I asked finally, irritated that I have to spend a couple of minutes out of my limited ti