Adéperó, Irekànmi envisages that i have been sozzled by the wine from Sobówalé’s keg and have chewed on nuts from Íyin, the ancestral witch who drives men to lunacy. she debates the fidelity of your existence. does she know; she swims in oblivion to your soothing presence swaddling my discomfort and the tranquilizing whispers that […]
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