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The steaming hot darkness
And dry sky,
Went away for these days,
And left a cool night.

The rain washed,
Our worries away,
A beautiful melody,
To colour our days that are gray.

And in the lonely blue sky,
The sun starts to smile,
And we think gladly to ourselves
its definitely August time.

A poem by Amina Ndako.

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It was almost midnight, exactly 11.30pm when Onome's dad arrived. By this time, Onome and her mum had fallen asleep. Onome's dad staggered towards the door and knocked for a while. By this time, the neighbors could hear the deafening banging at the door. They tossed and turned on their beds while trying to bear the noise.
_"Mama Onome, I say open this door before I break am!"_ He shouted.
Immediately, Onome's mother shut the door to avoid being seen by any one who might just be passing by. She moved her husband away from the door path and she tried lifting him up to his feet but he was very weighty.
_"Na which kind thing be this na? If I live you like this nau, them go say I wicked."_ Onome's mother said as she looked helpless. 
Onome overhead her mum in her sleep and that woke her up. She saw her mum murmuring.
_"Mama, na wetin happen again?"_ Onome asked.
_"Na your papa na! You know see as him don drink finish?"_ Onome's mum replied as she hissed. 
Then, Onome noticed that her dad was on the floor. She thought to herself when would all these end?
_"Abeg come make we try carry am."_ Onome's mother said.
"Mama make I go wake them Kevwe?" Onome suggested.
_"Oya, go wake them na, if dem answer you. You know say all of dem with your papa na the same thing!"_ Her mum replied.
Onome hurriedly went to the next room to wake up her eldest brother.
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