Tijani Sodiq Olamide

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Oft i do remember the cold-blooded
and sanguinary civil wars and military coup d' etats across the territorial society of æfrika, the gory of the guerrillas to be in power.

In my tender puerile, I see men and women, fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, adolescents and matured dying and dinning, killing and sucking, and the dinners, of we come to guns wound; so oftentimes, the good days are entangled in quagmire and potentials are on air; hearts pieced!
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"That Turbulent, Bitter Heart! "

Oft i do remember the cold-blooded
and sanguinary civil wars and military coup d' etats across the territorial society of æfrika, the gory of the guerrillas to be in power.

In my tender puerile, I see men and women, fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, adolescents and matured dying and dinning, killing and sucking, and the dinners, of we come to guns wound; so oftentimes, the good days are entangled in quagmire and potentials are on air; hearts pieced!

By authority, they can do and undo
for the highest stage of coercion lies with them, the guerrillas and those who care not for nutrientive souls and killed the alphabeta children with empty dines pitilessly.

As for the gatherings, who are not dead but their voices are dead, even alive and absent when the giant whales are so critically of depriving lives mercilessly, when the giant hawks have in them extreme intense of causing an implausible unceasing cataclysmic beatens in line with forced labours,

With the thoughts of uneasiness and toture, the memories of bad days keep on growing and the voices of the voiced remain voiceless in silence and absent for decades, time pass by and beatens pass by, indignant policy never stops; and the weepings all nights are in second to the forced labours which are perpetuated by the merciless masters and tyrannic beings.

Above all, fear in and out and we dying whilst living in anguish deeds, we fear to ask the guerrillas; wherefore our human dignities and zeal for blisses; wherefore are our personal liberties?
In lieu, we remain taciturn working harder, crying harder, suffering harder for we not have the authority to face the authority, we revered.

Pleasures, like flowers may wither and decay, and yet the root perennial remain the same; we dying in solitude but we thinkin' of the saviors, pains are temporary, the saber toothe tigers are tending to requite to his arrival, sooner or later, they will receive their judgement.

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