What The Hell Looks Like - Mama

This is a poem about myself, how I found myself in the chasm of two different personalities. Either of which are a staunch fan of their kinsmen. Severally, both sides have called, sat me somewhere and talked ill of each other - my father's house and my mother's parents.

Occasionally, I had heard them discussing what brought about the divorce of my parents while I was merely, some months old boy. 'Whose side is suitable for me?' Was the question I am grown to find expression for... Until Mama, again, sat me and breathed some words on me, that, my father was hell that burnt the peace and my mother's heart.

Mama is fond of her daughter, she seems biased. For now, I know we all have at least a portion of hell in our body. Mama, has too.

Sincerely,
Minkail Olaitan.