If
If not the clipper in the Saharan grasslands
Then brother be the zipper to fasten the ethos
Afrika mourns of today. Lamentation the dry
Ingredient to our sorrows that craft dispare.
Look at how they fattens alike baobab fat yet
I'm proudly a street hustler, bustling trickster
Thins a biltong shred in toils for sustainance...
Copyright © Wilson Waison | Year Posted 2019
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