Eulogy ' THE ANGELS ARE LISTENING '

My white madness crowed in forfeited cupboards.

Clear as mud, my knowledge screamed
out at me.

Avoiding green steps like a plague, my sorrow almost a writing on my ambient wall
I was just a 'Silence of cowardice'.

This man, like no one
I know, granted me affectionate petals
from thorns-

' I am persistent
I am resilient
I never give up...'

Oh, I so love 'Talking To Myself!

It put me on the boulevard leading me
to the God of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego!

Opportunity garlands one
who moves with the right people.

I thank life's tyranny for the freedom of the first visit,
his library,
admonitions,
Shakepeare's stories sunk Shade's sorrows.

Even If beggers are not choosers,
he taught me beggers
of the pen
are choosers in his castle.

I am telling no lies of the  Doctor- Ode Andrew Eyeoyibo.

My story is confirmed  by the heavens from which the ' The Angels Are Listening' and from where men are speaking!

Ajakaye Rashidat Olamidayo.
Edited by Ode Andrew Eyeoyibo.

The poet personae praises a reputable Doctor and Writer,Mr. Ode Andrew Eyeoyibo,she sees him as her mentor,telling her readers to believe her for the angels for ,' The Angels Are Listening .'

The title is being inspired by one of Doctor- Ode Andrew Eyeoyibo anthological books.