I piggy-back my Mrs; she feels almost weightless, both our kids are laughing uncontrollably riding on my feet. Their arms enfold my calves, and their giggling grins carve smiles on our faces too. Ahead, along the path, the gnarled, spirit hands of ancestors reach without grasping. I trudge contentedly.
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The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i) 