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Many A Times

"Where do you come from"? I was asked Standing still stammering My tale; Many a times, I was asked daily about my origin, Many a times, I stammered while replying. Not for the fact I don't know where I came from but I no nothing about where I came from. Many a times, I did skip the questions in exams, I once saw it Jamb and now its following me like my palm and afterwards many do brag about their existence and i stood still like she always did. Many a times. papa did tell, but deaf ears i wore, I listened only to his tunes matching them with beats to make rhymes. please who locked me and lost the key? I need hot tea?????? Many a times, I always peeped through Google wearing my big googles, but I ended up recalling nothing. Now I am asked in an audience "Where are you from"? I gave the answer but I knew I was lost between those pages, I knew deep down papa was sad I never bragged about "ME" So bad I did learn but forgot what I learnt

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