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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.
So high and loud were the screams At the point of confusion Many would wish the tension Was another scary dream. None cared about documents…
I followed flying butterflies as I craved But they landed me deep into a grave I bled right on the floor not just the pain…
Used to think a lot More of lust, no fault A big bum, big breast Pretty face, white teeth… Yet, one met no one Wired…
A special thank you to all philanthropists From east to west and north to south; Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly In…
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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