When the wrong is right, and the
right isn’t light
When the wrong has the light and
blind is the sight
When the wrong is celebrated, and
the right is castrated
When the wrong is “goal” and
the right is “offside.”
Once I knew only darkness
My life was without past or future
Then, a little word from the
fingers of another,
Fell into my hands that clutched
at emptiness,
And my heart leaped to the rapture
of happiness.

I knew the words above as from
Helen Keller,
I also knew that right words often
brought hope,
When you read or hear the right
It fills your empty soul like
pounded Yam and Egusi soup.
May you read the right words for
May we read the right words for
May we read the right words for
May we read the right words for
written by Olaleye Oluwadamilola

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