When opened
wide my eyes
After crying
aloud so high
I know
not which hands
Held me
to the brow
But vividly
Its unforgettable
warmth
Which possessed
all of me
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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