
When we carry calabash on our shoulders And our identities on our chins, We’re judged by the battles our fathers fought and lost, For their scars were just new tribal marks. We do not hit the head of a chicken …
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A developer/poet/designer. Spoken word poet based in Benin, currently the resident poet @ Rehab Lounge in G.R.A. Benin City, Edo. Nigeria.
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