Posthumous words, yet the man is still alive, Not long for this world but still waits for dawn to arrive. His life, interred as is, his hope. Now he sees his world through a kaleidoscope. Yet he lives, as if. He lives – as if. Scarlet clouds drift through unfamiliar skies. His blood, his sweat, […]
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The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i) 