Calabar
Clean, green, and grassy
Goddesses in the streets
Atmosphere lost in lust
Tourists appetite satisfied by the goddesses
An army of palm-wine cascading from the Duke's town
The resurrection of Honesty at the scent of palm wine
Peacocks full of pride, a symbol of the efiks
Silent as we descended from the devil's bow
Ranch ranting
Girls trading
Boys smoking
Snails snoring
Angels in the brothels
Trees trimming
Devils in the church
Yes, a holy a combination
Yes, this is Calabar
awoh awoh
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