When am thinking of her
Sleep comes not near
But flies away
She gets jealous
And me no more near
When I need her around
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a source of reechoing an integral part of the African tradition, belief and way of life, merging it with the changing currents of this world and the African view on the here after through the means of poetry recitals and writings.
this is so sweet,Emperor
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