The fountain Arena

The beauty of a work of art is its sound effect. It resonate with your heart rhythm promoting a cordial agreement with sound and pleasure. This poetry will heal that thirst . The talking drum roars in fierce melody Still, her silence speaks volume than it's rhythm. Who has charmed her? Could it be fear? Whose chains confines her will. Being her lover, Her vision is his prisoner. Her voice drowns in his love Alas! The streams of hope aflow Her vision could have a bath 

 Have you ever wondered if Nigeria was an animal character? O! What an amiable one she would be. She would detest the vulture and embrace the hen. Her claws won’t feast on her own  Those eyes will bulge only to protect and not to devour  Her walls would shield and not grow wings to fly. She would be an eagle; Not a predatious one. She would possess a tenacious vision; With defiant strength,