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Churchil 'Sir flakes' Ajunyia

Abstract Drama

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Churchil 'Sir flakes' Ajunyia

Abstract Drama

They Will Say

They Will Say

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They will say I raised her...........

Yet she was step-moved by mother nature

After every door she knocked was shut in her face.


They will say I clothed her.........

Yet her tattered and patched clothes that have outsized her speak differently of what is said.


They will say I schooled her......

Yet her quest and determination for education is teary even to they who say.


They will say I fed her

Yet her thin, malnourished and out of health body is proof there is a different story to tell.


They will say I 'housed' her......

Yet she calls the streets 'home'

With her beddings-box cartons and freezing cold floors of shop verandas.


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