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This collection of poems is intended to give some account of the conditions in which African oral poets produce their works, and the audiences to which they address themselves. However, even the most summary account of this topic is...
We, Rise in the world of time. Decide with the hands of time. And experience the sand of time.
We Wake to the sounds of time, Walk in the seconds of time. Grow in the minutes of time And sleep in the hours of time.
We, Build ourselves with time. Work with time. And like money, we spend time.
We, Everyone is rich, with time. No one buys time. Except clock that ticks your payment of time.
We, Everyone wastes time. Everyone is rich with time. Everyone is alive with time. Yet, no one knows the end of his or her time.
Red cocks announces time, Yet they don't live long as you and I. Don't stare at me or ask me why? Because all animals including that red cocks lives in a very short time. So ask yourself, what have you done with your time.
Tick-tock-tick-tock You're wasting your time. Make a success stories and spend wisely with your time. It wait for nobody but itself, Another breath you take is time. Be grateful, spend your time wisely.
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Hello readers... I hope you love this last poem. I'm going to put a full stop on this page but this is not the end. I'd soon publish another poem, that tells and reminds us of our beautiful African homage. Don't forget to support my other books. Stay blessed.
