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We carry in our worlds that flourish, our worlds that have failed.
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Today-for tomorrow, today becomes yesterday: How many million promises can ever fill a basket...
Christopher Okigbo
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And we are now shadows That cling to each other, But kiss the air only.
Christopher Okigbo -
Begone apprentice, I left my gong and stick At the sacred grotto Of Mother Idoto For you and your ilk For generations of town criers.
Christopher Okigbo -
Do you have to fight that war? Do you have to strap Assault riffles And pebbles of bullets? There are men and women Trained to fight that war, You are a town crier.
Christopher Okigbo