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It’s all gray
I saw this legend
Under umbrella feeling the breezy rain
With accent of Western Africana
Clothed with humility
Gold street of mould you walk on
Okpe Road of Sapele
My father, who taught the fathers that taught prose
On his foot print I stand
To follow my father
Wole Soyinka
The father to the fathers
Written by: Doubra God’swill Grikpa
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