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Happy Birthday Thief

Did your father
jump with boundless joy
when you emerged
in bloody hands?

Were there smiles
as your bloody cord
was that night seeded
into mother Earth’s womb?

Did they drink and dance,
passing frothy jugs of wine
and steaming plates full,
the day you took a name?

Did you breathe our air,
drink from our rivers
and crawl on four
before you walked on two?

Did you put blade to jaw,
find the missing rib
and sire mortal seeds
just like men do?

Why then do we
water plants of curses
with tears, while you smile
before your lit cake?

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    1. Kukogho Iruesiri Samson – Abuja, Nigeria – I am a media professional with experience in multimedia journalism, book publishing, content creation, web management, public relations, media relations, social media management, and client relationship management. My interests include multi-platform content creation and management, media relations, digital and print publishing, and youth-oriented social services. I am open to middle-level positions in organizations that encourage innovation.
      Kukogho Samson says:

      Thank you my dear. But the truth must be told, however painful or dangerous it is.

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