Adaku was just a girl, filled with love, wisdom and happiness. She would twist her waist to the beat of Adonke the great drummer and scream for joy.
She would dive into the river of Idoko and lay like she was baked,
she never missed beating the drum with the young men of the community.
She was poor, but seen as one of the richest at heart.
She saw the world for two times in seven years, Beauty with brains they called her.
She saw success coming but couldn’t reach it.
She had a chat with mercy but couldn’t embrace it.
And till this day, all she intercede for is grace.
Grace to wake up from her drowning dreams.
She wanted to be someone influential to change the negative thoughts of people, but now she has joined the mass of the poorly challenged.
If only Adaku’s father had seen the star shining bright, maybe he wouldn’t have exchanged her for some naira and fake promises, and treasured her like the gods he served.
Adaku wears a beautiful smile, people would pay for after a glance, mother of the nation she is now, cares for all her children and never forsake one, Adaku didn’t forget her morals, but she isn’t happy, like Othello the great warrior
I know she’s in pain, but i can’t feel how severe
Adaku was just a girl sacrificed to the gods of pain, unhappiness, poverty, condition, customs and traditions
Last chat with Adaku, she’s coming back stronger, i know because you and i are Adaku
Adaku was just a girl But now a personality with vision.