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PRIME ILLUSIONBy Ogunmuyiwa Rachael

Our sweetest memory was the time

When we danced and rotunded

Nights aching beats

Bata was our fire

It burnt till our footsteps held no sand

I was Lani, you were Hun

You danced, I dined

l klutzed, you picked

I was Konga, you were AyanGalu

Our memories were the sweetest

 

If I choose, you are the fetcher

That draws water from my heart

So mild you be that it never runs dry

Our memories are the sweetest

Not that I remember that we are together

 

I do not know you

If you know me, I don’t know

Passing by the mango trees

Two tangled, one ripe; the other unripe

Together they stay, till harvester came

We were together until the ticking of clock

Stole you from the memory of my dream

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Bada Yusuf Amoo

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