He only watched
While his hands were tied at the back
Sighs and tears shed in silence
Will fall on the ground
Your seeds to grow
You will harvest not all alone
But with all your own
Flower seeds can never grow up thistles
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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