Babalola Augustine Adeola (August 26th,1990 / Lagos)
one, two... But only one and only one,
until the story ends as one.
We chant as one,
doing the dance as one
walking together in different directions as one.
And our blood flowed out at a time.
The bird flies with two wings to arrive at a point.
One eye is a punishment,
two wife is chaotic...
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