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I saw sharks and crabs suntan on sand dunes. And turtles and tortoises toast to reunions. I saw birds tight-lipped on nests of shredded Bibles. And snakes, motionless, coiled on the steering wheels of dead SUVs. I saw men listless with flags and paper roses on deserted car parks.

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It was on a day like any other when the quakes began. It was rhythmic and loud. It shook the heavens and was thunder so deafening on earth. It went on for weeks without end. Like footsteps of a million angry giants, in a place far away but still too close for comfort. Kedu ife na eme uwa? Kedu ife na eme uwa? Kedu ife na eme uwa? It was not uncommon that gods would visit mortals and give them babies. But whenever your wife birthed Ekwen.

For All The Lost Children. Gbomo gbomo was ill luck. He picks kids like shale in shores. This is for all the lost children. Again, do you look for Jesus? Herod it is to slay hundred pure bloods. For the lust of power and authority. This is for all the lost children. I want to grow old. Send me not on suicide. I am your only hope. This is for all the lost children. Marry me not like Gandhi. I am young, A Refugee.

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