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How do we know the rotten eggs
When there are no water or bowls
To submerge them; for bad to float
How do we know the rotten eggs
When the hen, church and bows
Can’t identify its arrows, eggs and saints.
Hence soon as they win an election
Woefully, they throw eggs on our faces
Cementing it with the dust and flours
Hoarding us from our expectations
While they mess up our senses…
To embezzle our heaps to the floor.
In total darkness, suddenly the bulbs lit Just by the corners of the large lit up hall An eye that sees disregarded the shinning light…
From blown balloon to neonate She has made me a proud dad… Today is the yesterday Half a year ago she was born. Amazing, soon…
Please stay clear away from me There are clouds following me Dark and heavy, whirl and wild. To the round drawing table Back I go,…
Sweet Hazel Daddy’s first girl Precious heart God’s perfect art Greased with oil Made to allure. Achilles’s heel You are to me Give me five!…
Hey man
Nice work
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Thank you Ken
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I saw you’re a Nigerian…. I got intrigued.
What’s the name bro?
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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu is my name…
Call me Vinx
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How can I contact you?
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+2347081613455 (WhatsApp line)
+2348035071987 (Mobile)
Vinpella02@gmail.com
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