SLUMBER
I remembered two prostitutes Before King Solomon they stood Their issued they poured Waiting for the king's word One slept and slept and slept The sleep must be sweet To sweet she laid on her infant Till he kicked the bucket The other slept as well Now, unaware of the exchange Oh my God! Wake her up! The first prostitute is exchanging the babies! Leave the rest of the story I Don't have anything to do with a baby you think Yours may not be a baby Your baby can be your glory Yours can be your spiritual life It can be your destiny Many have over overslept Causing the death of their babies Unaware of the exchange Wake from your slumber. Written by Mayowa Oyetunde Photo edited by Sodunke Moyosoreoluwa Samuel.