I poet Virginus Ndubisi,
Saw a very mighty wind,
Coming with a mighty power,
Caring leaves and people away,
Like kites does to the chicken,
The breeze (wind) came towards
My sides like a wave,
It seems like if it is caring,
Me and people away,
But I stood still on the ground,
And it was still blowing,
I still calm and waited to see,
What it will do and it does nothing to me,
So I formed my own and it,
So I woke up,
And started writing.
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