Brief was our meet
Thick and soft, quick
The covers fell
And when it was over
There were no seeds left over
That fell
No strings
No roots
No fruits
Yet something holds me still there
They way you smiled and sadly whispered
So you’ve forgotten me now.
– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 
Wonderful writing, mesmerised by your words yet again.
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Thank you, Ebun.
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Excellent, Aka. The parallels here are shocking. So clever. My hat is off to you.
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Wow,… thanks, Jessica! 🙂
I feel very honoured by your words.
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