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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.
No parachutes, down I fell Into the hot pit of hell Roasting up in everyday On the queue to better days Sadly, I am the…
Born as a man and ruled by my own passion Even when am economical with little details The entire picture is not permanently awful Bypass…
Hands on deck, You call me smart; each time, I Complete a task… Am not God; But, I see things possible, And doable… Feed your…
For sands of time, I burn candles Studying to rebuild cradles For my linage to have a name So baskets shall always retain Best of…
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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