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Our London in Africa Behold the the giant of Africa on kukuruku's hill Few hours ago, I slept without taking a pill After a seven and half day of lockdown Denying us an access to downtown Behold a country where all live in tranquillity Leaders with a great sense of accountability Dawn and dusk of economic stability Jake said "This vision is getting blurry" I questioned " For how long are we going to live in penury?" Religious sentiment, where hath thou? I will go the land of no return, thou hath vowed Together with you, corruption So that all will live without affliction Nobody would deny the sweet taste of our national cake They also merry. the creatures in our lake High standard of academic quality And a low quality of inequality Sneezed, as I inhaled the fume from my neighbor's generator Get your chores done, granny whispered And get your food from the crisper So, all I had was a dream of our London in Africa We await the man who will make it come through in our own land So that the labour of our heroes past will not be in vain. -'Bintan Ola ©|2020
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Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
our London in Africa
Our London in Africa Behold the the giant of Africa on kukuruku's hill Few hours ago, I slept without taking a pill After a seven and half day of lockdown Denying us an access to downtown Behold a country where all live in tranquillity Leaders with a great sense of accountability Dawn and dusk of economic stability Jake said "This vision is getting blurry" I questioned " For how long are we going to live in penury?" Religious sentiment, where hath thou? I will go the land of no return, thou hath vowed Together with you, corruption So that all will live without affliction Nobody would deny the sweet taste of our national cake They also merry. the creatures in our lake High standard of academic quality And a low quality of inequality Sneezed, as I inhaled the fume from my neighbor's generator Get your chores done, granny whispered And get your food from the crisper So, all I had was a dream of our London in Africa We await the man who will make it come through in our own land So that the labour of our heroes past will not be in vain. -'Bintan Ola ©|2020
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M/Oshogbo, osun
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
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