Sisters.
Many things bound her to her (sisters). An uncountable immeasurable number of things present just like strings tied together endlessly so am I to my sister and she to me. Our color you cannot differentiate, the same philosophy, our physical features divine, and definitely you can connote that we share the same blood In all its coolness and toxicity. But one thing is sure like poles do not attract and so I can be the plural of myself through my sister. My sister can be the cat I will be the rat, my sister can be the cup I will be the tea. She can be the body of the touch I will be the light. We are just both attracted to each other even in our differences and we need each other to live. And till eternity we are bound together.
Adetunji Samson Oluwatobiloba
