The brain, so filled with thoughts
Imaginations brewing from its base
Like from the brewery’s fermentation vat
The sense of speech, so connected
The wiring so systematic
Such that speech is automatic
So much beer, waiting to leave the vat
Through the horn, so wired
Yet, the atmosphere looks so cloudy
The sky so cloudy
Like it will rain blood, if the beer sprouts
What will fall? the horn dreads!
Doff your hats for the quill
That’s as loud as the horns
Picking beer from the vat like seeds unto the land
The Quill, Oh! you have saved many lives
I have you, no need to fret
Take it slow, write all you can!
- Piece by Abdulbasith Sijuade Akinyem-Eshilokun
This is specially dedicated to individuals who have taken time to groom their writing skills. Writing is fun, engaging, impactful and life-saving! Keep it up guys!