Song: Adúmáadañ omo áfríkà nímí By: Miss Apeke

I belong to the Black world

Though I like piano
I belong to 🥁. Drums.

Though I cherish gold
I belong to Segi.

Though I like Jerry curl
I belong to Suku

Though I cherish pop
I belong to Apala.

Though I like free style
I belong to Ewi.

Though I like high heels
I belong to the Erosoft.

Though I like dinner gown
I belong to Oleku.

Though I like cinema
I belong to Ere Osupa and Itage.

Though I like Simi's special
I belong to Africa Nubia

Though I await Godot'
I belong to Eye of the Earth
Though I use carowhite
I belong to the Black
I belong to naturalism
I feel nostalgic
I belong to the Black Orpheus....

Apeketheblackbard
Black Africa

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It’s Dangerous to use broom to mash ‘ewedu,’ Gastroenterologist warns

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Painful letters By: Marvee

Every time I feel this way This terrifying kind of pain These twitchy palms and muffled sobs These weakened sights and mindless slob I would think of something To put me at ease, anything At times, to leave my world And be someone else, not a dud Often times I would write on plain sheet Write till my limbs felt weak Write till the page is covered in ink Write till the painful times shift. ©-Marvee

OLUWAJIMI . J . THORPE

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