That failed Broderick Bozimo and the great thinkers
By Ekanpou Enewaridideke I have been somewhere held captive by a soothing sleep but just awakened by heavy raindrops upon my roof ‘dribbling and falling like orange or mango fruits showered forth in the wind…’ It rained like that ‘JP-CLARKED’ ‘Night Rain’ forcing mother to ‘deploy’ ‘wooden bowls’ and ‘earthenware’ about the ‘roomlet’ and ‘floor’