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The sun light in purple flare peeps through the bamboo starks, its stripes in stride of leaves bubble at the hissing sounds of a conceal long belt-like tread bidding its time to hit its target and as well defend itself.
And Like the cobra the chameleon dodges between the blistering colors of the bamboo yellow and it’s straying green for dear life.
And minding the dance of the Hunter and the hunted; the cobra and the chameleon, is the hulk hovering in the distance sky in colors and shades as the hen gathers its chicks.
At the teak bush of my Ezi the blue sky lines with the departing sunlight in silk white and gold gives hope of a life from that of the pre and predators in today’s world.
The conqueror is also the conquered, a true testament that the sky is an open hall but our starting points.
Ezi is my town and my people of peace,brotherliness and community of great minds
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You entered my kitchen,
a magnificent, radiant light.
I wanted to say magical words,
but I couldn’t dare.
I loved you,
You said nothing,
but made me feel
that you understood my pain.
Memories...!
All we have to cherish.
All we have left to share.
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Sweet lullaby dots the night
And dawn begets a new day
A new hope to begin again
Morning sun bristles this hope
The very hope we are all alive to.
We are the old wine with great taste gorging down the throats of loved ones
Reminiscences of great exploits and journeys in time past.
Our flights,fights,fears,victories and hopes
The very experiences we share cannot be taken away from us
We're lights to shine and brighten one anothers paths with enlivened memories in time and space.
Molding a happier world.
We are artists.
We trip on humor lane and comic avenue as spices.
Comic is elevating but not everything is comical.
our word tour on lines are fire at times misunderstood
Misunderstandings have consequences.
Like our choices we live with them.  
Let's be JUST CAREFUL.
And care we must take
As we commune to travel safe in this voyage of words craft.
Art is spiritual.
We will take back our country 
From you unreligiously religious extremist 
The veil of blindness is slacken with see through holes 
We see your unbookish interpretaions.

We will take back our country
From you saints and sent  
Emissaries and missionaries of deceptions, 
Emitting venoms and vapor as charity

From you crooked agents and allies 
Unagents of corporations,  of cohabitions and CSO's
Infiltrating souls to condemnations 
We will take back our country 
Yes! We will!

We will take back our country 
From you poluticians and salesmen
Self serving,self fishing bigot
In the mucky waters of politics.From you
Despots,cronies and servants. Yes!We will.

From you tradesmen , tribesmen and heardsmen
Your stench stales the air 
politelyPolluting the polity
Violently voiding our unity.
We will take back our country 
Yes! we will! 

We will take back our country
From you facelessbook and Twitter mongers
Canversers of hatreds and mockers
Mediocre psych of lost spheres .
Instantly graving grams of unpictureable 
Images of gory and decapitations
DisWhatsapping occasions and languages of war, 
UnLinkedIn inseparable bias to languish.

Disnetworking observations and comments 
From juggled questions Google cannot answer
With attitudes of unlovable likes and dislikes.
We will take back our country
Yes! we will!
Note! Please some of the words are deliberate;
oluticians,disnetworking,
Etc! Kindly make input. I feel I need to add one more stanza .Still a work in progress.
Thanking you!
Light peeping tunels of darkness
Flickers through timesapes and timeshares of our varied dreams 
In ages we ebb to time and edge to death friendship stays to save.
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