LIFE OF OREOFE (ISLAY)

When i told you i wont wait forever, i meant it, i have found comfort in the arm of many, i stare into your eyes as they carried me on lifted hands to their alter of worship. You pushed me away, left me begging for little scrapes that fell off the stone that is your heart. Odion pleaded and Athena wept, not for my broken spirit but for the way i loved you. The way i loved you,

Hi, so my hands found itself writing a yoruba language love poetry. Enjoy. Ade ori mi Oko mi, Ife ori Okan aya mi Oro o le ropo Ife otito ijinle to mo ni si È Ife mi Óla mi, òla mi                               Oko orekelawa,

 There is this mentality people have that if you clock 21 or you get admitted into the university,