Guest Post: When whispers die

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The news caster appears again to echo yesterday’s sentiments:

Monies growing wings
Agbada and Ghana-must-go bags become friends

All the while there are no horns men to sound the alarm.

 Child: Father, will no one speak up against these crimes?

Father: my child, as you age in life, you start to appreciate the safety in silence.

 Child sighs as justice drowns

From a distance, 

Mother: my child come for your food.

  Written by: Daodu, Deji Cornelius.  

      2017.

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