O my
night sky,
my
windows were opened
Not
broken
To allow
in even these rays
The sun
has gone down
And I
have never seen her fiery eyes
Fly
across my viewing sky
Until now
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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