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THE DANGER OF A NARROW VIEW (BY AKINOLA ABISOLA)

THE DANGER OF A NARROW VIEW




He wanted an orange tree,
I gave him an orange seed
He frowned at it and threw it away
I shook my head and said
Alas! The danger of a narrow view.
Your son is in school, perfect! Educate your girl too
Why should I ? said he
She'd end up in the kitchen.
I groaned within and said to myself
Alas! The danger of a narrow view.
Look beyond the form
See beyond the seen
Think beyond your thoughts.
Flee the danger of a narrow view.


Abisola Akinola(2018)

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