RUTHLESS

September 15, 2021

I called you my Ruth,

but you refused Ruth to Root

Your name is like a silver spoon,

but you prefer to be called back of a pot that is as dark as charcoal

You are Ruthless from birth

You have no Root called Ruth.

I prefer to stand strong on the ground,

but you've sent a strong wind to uproot me

Forcing me to change my name from Ruth to Root

But you've never allowed your friend to change his name from Ghost to Spirit

Thereby eating the Corn from Maize.

I'm a humble bee,

But do not allow me Be

For the Charity is now Vanity

Taking the van to eternity

Refusing to kiss the Jesus Cross

but received a certificate of kissing your man's cross.

I have traveled to Cross River,

thereby crossing the river with cross

Visiting Ruth in the Rootless state,

Causing the head to bow like a respected axe.

Dear Ruthless,

allow me to visit you at University of Calabar

Where i will gain admission to study calabash in the University

Traveling from Owerri to Taliban

To uproot the repented Bokoharam whose name are not Ruth but Rootless in nature...

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