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7d
Turning taciturn  the gassy churning of a stomach
From eating nuts , and only vegetables
The cornmeal too lumpy
For the new suspicious roundness of the body
That buttock that rolls with each step.




Who is greater , touched , sensed , reasoned?
Getting going before it gets too late
The scrap of metal against stone
That set off tiny sparks flickering briefly
Before a disappearance




In the past so warmly
A feeling of a rush of weakness to the leg
That look up and down , one had forgotten where they came from
So foolish , think you are a big man




Master in the room , mountain greeted
How are you people?
Turning the radio on I see
Focused!
Humans as Angels , sometimes devil or Satanic





Hungry, finally ate yam , mama boiled
Men in high , swindlers in low
Those that seek to keep the country
Permanently divided remain in office.
Tribalist’s  , the nepotistic .
Make the country look big for nothing .
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Written by
Uzoma
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   ImosyrroS
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