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Had I known this brother here.
Oh Igbos! Here we go.
I really appreciate your every poem and I feel that I am very lucky girl to have a honor to read your great lines and efforts. Good luck Sir.
Standing like an iroko treeon that high, high hill, peeping thro’ to spy on that monst’r, sucking and tearing blood and fleshlike a hungry and angry lion, eating to glory himself for the lost battle.