Tough not moved by the toils. Her strength, like that of a lioness. The earth flourish, When she nourished. Super human not defined by their looks, The Lords Strength embedded in them. The progression of mankind, Only possible with this kind. Smitten by the sun, Drained by the rain, Her durability unwavering. Stone cast on her feets She walked with them beneath her feets. Her eyes look weak But sharp like the falcon's beak Sound mind, blend with compassion To survive is her mission. Her bossom, solace of hope Like a Eagle's wing spread without a scope. She's a champion The brain of success behind the mansion. Point to a home And you point to her The second pillar Whose back The home rest. She's a woman 👩 __________________ Happy international women's day to all the responsible women out there. I join the rest of the world to celebrate the women for their roles in shaping our today's society. ❤🧡💛🤎🖤💙💜 ~ Patrick Ekong ©️
The story Walking down the street of Allen Avenue that cold evening, the rain was dripping. One could see reflections of lights from moving vehicles on the stable water on the tarred road. Everywhere was frigid . The time was about some minutes pass six in the evening. As I walked down the street, soaked by the heavy downpour that evening, it seems all eyes stared just at me. By the end of the street, taking a U-turn, one could see a three story building facing Saint Patrick Catholic Cathedral, the church I visited for confession whenever I couldn't make peace with myself. The building with the inscription " EMMANUEL'S COURT", was where I lived with Ron for two years since we got married. Allen Avenue was like a semi business hub in the suburb of the city. One could see small businesses here and there. I have always lead a private life even when growing up. When I got married to Ron, I asked that we moved to the suburb of the city, away from busy life of the town