A Dialogue
Ava: What the hell is the spirituals. I give no **** about that. I buy no idea of the damni.
Emeka: Can you here what this 'Oyinbo' just said?
Abu: Lerim be,wha doeshim know?
Lola: How would he believe in the supposed '****'? Had it been you're an African:
where your mother use you for ritual,
Where your blood sister fill form of witchery
to usher you into the realm of madness.
Where your parent sell you #250,000-$900.
Ava: You said?
(continued)
Where your blood is better
for the throat than water.
Where your in-law bewitch you
because you wouldn't give your husband a child.
Ava: You're mistaken for God?
Where your talent seems to
oppress than your
bad behaviour.
Where your corpse appease
them than your life.
Where slaving in jupiter
is better than groving with your family.
Where who you confide in
turns out to be your worst enemy.
Where all that's suppose to bring good,
Pierce you with venomous sting.
Ava: uuh!...Seem i find a reason.
Akpororo: No,no find am na! U fo come.
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