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  • 1,000.00

    Abebi

    Cries of a baby
    Tears of Iya Abebi
    Evil some people call life
    Isn’t it darkness that brought her to life?

    At birth she takes a sweet full
    Colostrum it is called
    Nigeria, I call Abebi
    Iya, I call her forefathers

    Abebi did not grow like others
    When a father drinks the milk,
    of the child
    Doesn’t the child’s belly get bigger?

    Abebi did not take in
    Enough milk while growing,
    even though, filled with milk and honey
    Abebi is now weaned on garri

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  • 2,500.00

    The poet takes us on a journey along the palm-fringed beaten earth roads of his childhood home in rural Sierra Leone. Travelling with Ibrahim from boyhood to adulthood, from lonely forest paths to the teeming ghettos of Freetown

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