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Read Journal True Bull His Him Within Lusaka, Zambia part one

Laston Simuzingili linkedin with this American maverick freelancing writing scout, (and word maven par excellence Matthew Scott Harris always ha sellout), thru Spoken Word route, a popular global Facebook poetry forum prodded me to venture, without shadow of a doubt, and try my hand to craft, this rhyme for that reason tout ting expertise (mine) forging metrical syncopation, which electronically soundless shout, though tribalism within Lusaka, Zambia beyond my literary purview hence any objection i.e. cerebral workout, sans the following amateurishly wrought gobbledygook by devout atheist please do not be shy to call me out, or send strongarm lance of the law if I unwittingly commit any faux pas, this author, who took mini crash (course) test dummy about said convoluted titled topic unbeknownst to him as little as Trout Fishing in America, cuz he gets this hooked Semitic Schnozzle snout stuck, while groveling, ferreting, expanding his knowledge base no matter he doth spout - whale visiting unfamiliar leviathan African bailiwick may deliver just deserved desserts fallout. According to the following Google url search result, I reddit at whatsapp tribalism-has-no-place-in-zambia- First Republican President Kenneth Kaunda opened potential Pandora box trap expressing honest opinion, and observed discrimination predicated on snap judgement, or based on tribe equally unfair methodology to foster, and rocket rap pore, and ethnic background as well owns no place in Zambia, cuz smeared pap (as conk curd by ghost of Milton Shapp),

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