The fume in
me gathered like thick smoke
Inflating my
ribs and its cages
A lot of
energy to move, have I
But a retreat
I couldn’t beat
As it’s as
difficult as going forward
I will go
forward even if all will end
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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