
“…beauty exudes from the lips of your hills. Bare earth is a living brown: trees, seeds, shrubs & greenery on your dusty chest.” *** Iseyin I I You’re the tale of contrasting colours; your sky is blue and your fields green, whites are of cows and cassava flakes. II I can hear song birds […]
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