we never saw it
As he looked up
And slowly
As he crawled away
And we only look on
His hands lifted up
And never a coin
In his palm to drop
As they pass away
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.
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