‘Tis a troublesome thing, perfecting thoughts. Ideas shifting shape with diabolic force wafting into forms grey and blurred, whilst on a knife-edged cross teeter swearing words. Sharpened tongues sculpt what’s heard. Do you hear those mouths full of tomorrows? Can you swim in the twisted phrases that reflect your world? Have you antidotes for lies […]
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The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i) 