I approve you
For making me dim,
Landfill of agony,
Sorrow too.
I applaud you
Because am shrieking orb.

I acclaim you
Because I am a third world divest Prince.
I gild my dark skin
Contemptible economy, pitiable,
But still lionize you.

For my mat cuddles my orb with tears.
I compliment you
For my dears are gone
Euphoria is restored.
I am a grand orb,
And certitude builds our fortress
Alekwu be extolled.

About author
Umar Osabo teaches English as Second Language (ESL) and English as Foreign Language (EFL) courses at the University of Hargeisa, Somaliland, East Africa
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