Mama said to me, baby if you find that you are not happy there,
never choose to remain there in a sad state,
because you haven’t been planted like an Iroko tree.
Don’t you know that even an Iroko tree can decide to excuse itself
by choosing to rot and wither from within,
rather than suffer the insult of insolent birds?
©
Jacqueline
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