#WOWAfrica My words give wings by Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju

When you feel you are falling
and the world plays you the sitars of mockery
when friends become a chorus of jeers
an orchestra of enemies
and the rhythms of many boos
do not fret
take my words sprinkled with hope
my words give wings…

Tell the weeping mothers
that i have brought them laughter in sweetened words
for these nights shall melt into bright mornings
tell them that these tears shall shred into fading fragments
and their teeth shall bask in the songs of merry moments
for my words are sprinkled with hope
they give wings…

Tell the fathers whose faces are wrinkled with sorrow
whose index fingers hang betwixt moody lips
that these singeing songs shall trade for celebration
tell them to leap for joy and sing the songs of victory
for my words are sprinkled with hope
my words give wings…

Tell the little children of strength for their feeble knees
for this time they shall make feats for their defeats
and tomorrow shall be today not a journey of many wiles
for my words are sprinkled with hope
my words give wings…

Tell Aduke not to fright for a failed flight
or fret for the saws of hatred eating into her wings
I have brought her the wordy fruits of love
and she would fly still
for my words are sprinkled with hope
my words give wings…

So when you feel you are falling
and the world play you the sitars of mockery
when friends become a chorus of jeers
an orchestra of enemies
and the rhythms of many boos
do not fret
take my words sprinkled with hope
my words give wings…

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