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When we were in secondary school,
   we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
   and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
  house.
 And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
    and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
  and race to sweep Ardo Sali house;
  and make hay while the sun shines.
I remember the brooms were sharp and fine like rainy 
   water shattering amidst rainy season O a flowing river
 towards the sea.
 Our mathes teacher would almost punish us for assuming
  that we can anyhow shatter in in in the wood- I remember
  the duty perfect used to say as etiquette let begin
   from jss 1  to the staffroom , let the ss1 and jss 111 
   sweep the senior classes and the computer lab.
  I remember the motto is keep out impurity and clean 
   your school and the society at large?.

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