The owl howled over our rooftop, the baby didn't wake up. Night has swallowed the Sun. The Moon weeps tears of blood.
Eyes twitching furiously like Grand fathers clock.
Mother warned me not to go out when the Sun wakes up from bed but deaf ears did I pay to her warning.
My car somersaults like an atilogwu acrobat, escaped death by the skin of the teeth. I should have listened to mama's premonition.
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In the eastern part of Nigeria it is seriously believed that signs precedes major happenings. Nicely written.