Mama’s cooking pot

Nkem, carry that like someone that has handsLike someone that has mannersLike someone with home trainingAnd has no wishes for tears. That fed your big sister,No, not Chioma, your first sister.It was a gift from your grandma,Her spirit’s spits at how you handle it. Nkem! Nkem!! Nkem!!!Ewo!!! Chinekeme, – what is that smell?I rushed down […]