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DEAR FUTURE by #gbeduPoet It's no coincidence that nature planted me In the land of the rivers. My love for Rivers, Islands and Seaside is uncommon, This is no marine spirit something, it's just love of nature and bliss. Sitting at the balcony of a Seaside Hotel, Romanced by the soft hands of the ocean breeze Is enough massage for the year. Dear Future, Do not erase the communion of words We had at the altar of my dreams. Preserve it with all your life And let's live life to the fullest, Let's document our heaven here on earth, So that when we walk through the Gate of Heaven, We won't be a coconut in an ocean. Dear Future, Remember Etibigblogbo, Remember Ugrihan, Remember those native places We painted in the masterplan. http://store.cdbaby.com/cd/2wyth6 #2WYTH #gbeduPoet #Ungbemgbe #gbeduPoetry #gbeduPoetry2DWorld #wakawakapoet #ph2eko #abrahamsjourneywith2wyth #DearFuture

MY AFRICAN HAIR IS ... My hair is a Bluffalo, A beautiful fallow of green grasses Pigmented in black, cemented on my skull, so ebony. Every strand of my hair is the pieces That tells the African story under the tree That looks Afro Haired against the Shining Moon In a bleak black dark sky that gives Stars The freedom to shine in luxury. Every strand of my hair is the pieces That tells the African story In an undiluted, unscripted, unedited  Narrative that fleshes out in flesh and blood What it is, to be an African. My African hair is a testament of my epistle, The epistle of Quest through Civilization, Civilization through Skillful Artisan, Skillful Artisans through Slavery, Slavery through Self-Discovery, Self-Discovery through Self-Esteem, Self-Esteem through Innovations; Charting the course of our narrative, Telling ourselves our truth  Like when an African man molds eba with his palm, softly, And dips it into a multi-cult