Songs won't do
Poems won't do
Words won't do
Neither would dance steps do
Maybe I'll find the songs to express
Maybe I'll find the poems to express
Maybe I'll find the words to express
When I'm finally with you
Tears won't do
Kisses won't do
Joy won't do
Neither will dance steps do
Looking forward to when
I'm gonna be with you
To behold your crystal face
And stay right by you
Time won't do
Age won't do
Arts won't do
Neither would dance steps do
Read part 1 here In Lagos, I fell ill as soon as I landed. The city is crazy. The traffic is unholy and the carbon monoxide infested air is an extension of hell. I didn't want to get back on that road to any hospital so we got a qualified nurse to come treat me at home. The Nurse said she couldn't treat me except I did a pregnancy test alongside malaria test. Both came out positive. I was glad that the sickness wasn't Lagos madness inspired. My baby must have wanted to notify me since I refused to take a second look. Unfortunately, she used one of those quinine brands in attempt to protect the baby. She sadly didn't check with me first. I became miserable from all the itching like one who hugged devil's beans. I tried to rest as much as I could and thoroughly enjoyed both my family and ministry itinerary while being pampered like an egg. I preached passionately at the event I was invited to. I talked about loving God and serving him devotedly even when disa
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