Early at dawn
Around his neck so tall it lay
Rush, sped on his heel
Into a cab its safe haven
Out came the tumult
Their shouts and screams follow
Their chase to grab their loss
He julͻe na mͻͻlε
With their sleep
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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