Night wail

Who can say it's not longer than the bridge near the Kainji that took most cars eight hours to pass through?

Those waters that falls to the dust from the eyes of low Janet
They kicked her and had kicked her God
And her God winked at the kickers and kept quiet

Those oaks at the center of the compound has asked her many times when she pours her waters like rain  on its root "What are thou up to?"

She will just glare and glare without seeing nothing, and when she leave, great flood emanates. And the trees got some  life.

A loaf of a bread is not softer than her heart
And she got her  red apple from trusting so much, and those apples were handsome onions, and her eyes flooded a lot

For she trusted a being that has a rod between his groins with all her heart.