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You abiku !
Why do you come and go?
Go! And bother no more my soul.
Your ghost was here,
Before I could pen your image,
You blow off my palm oil lantern
Again You fade into the air.
Many of your pregnancies I miscarried,
Be born now,
Be not a premature
and die no more.
Let your rhythm sooth minds,
Be rhymes, bitter sweet like lime,
Be an alive paint of emotion,
Let your angry tempo speak for justice,
Be an imagery of a white pigeon,
Be nutrient word for malnourished minds,
Let your verse heal like balm,
Be alive in me and die no more.
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