- 1. Dark
Detritus of broken hopes and dreams floating in the sky turned into dark shapeless demons
spooking to whom they belong. Wanted by them so has to taunt, and then hunts down the ambit of thoughts,
Haunts until insanity is reached leaving the dead walking to roam,
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- 2. 20.10. 20
Once, a certain setting dusk;
they gathered together; their courage an enfolded husk
In indignant chant; they chorused into the night against the looming darkness. The darkness crept upon; pack of wolves wearing baleful grins,
it shot but it sought not to know who they were for it thought them weak. They fell but not in fear nor death neither in defeat for they will rise again against every oppression.
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- 3. Lagos
The prosaic luminary came up quietly
between the corporate tall buildings of the highland, illuming the opaque lagoon unveiling the mainland It's flooding spotlight an opening Opera; a sundry of people in a buzz, vehicles blaring horns, vociferous voices chanting names of various places to go, hawkers parading goods and foods in descant tone, passengers struggling to get on board some getting off, all in a dance to the resounding music.
Its *universal* beam reflecting on procession of piled up automobiles, many of them in disarray moving intermittently uniformed men in chorography prancing to the traffic flow.
It limelight focuses on a certain scene; an old woman touted her trout to a garage tout who gave his scout vulgarly, things going south
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- 4. Holy Night
Thousands of nights ago, an ethereal star scintillated in the crepuscule horizon, far away.
A swarthy man gazed in the dry cold wind
of a droughty Savannah, captivated by its celestial glimmer. And then he said to his companion in a halting dialect “a-KING-is-born”.
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- 5. Boys Of West Africa
They ran just in pants, as fast has their little legs could carry them scurrying their legs past the old woman’s gruesome cooking pot, past her irritated frown. Such a jocund mood they were in.
They ran on naked soles across the embodied gunky soil into brown waters, splashing their hectic joy around them passers-by trying to avoid a crash and escape drops of mucky water they ran past swinging their little arms in abandonment
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