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''When we close our eyes to sleep.
We sleep to open our eyes to a dream.
We wake up with a smile, knowing that we have seen a friend in our dream.''
''There Was a Country in which the Half of a Yellow Sun shone on The Famished Road...''
This morning called me to the greens I was involved with eating the 'locust'Achebe cloistered the 'locust' with tantalizing vocabs; Achebe said it is sweet; I did not see any danger in my naivetyI know the greens, but what are these locusts?