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Saturday, 11 March 2017

I've Poetry in my Throat

by Oppong Clifford Benjamin. I drank a calabash of dreams with the aroma of sand that mingled freely with the air when the first drops of rain fell from a bleeding sky to thirsty earth. Seated at the windows I was. Of the view was humid silence of homeless birds who moaned the ruin of...

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