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Tag: Ijesha

Babajide

This one is for the grandfather I never met, the one with skin the shade of anthills, the merchant, whose gap-tooth I have only admired in fading photographs, the one people still refer to [ … ]

Remember

My kinsman, Of the tribe of greatness. How could you have forgotten Of the stories of long ago? Tales of our fathers-strong and brave, Odes to our mothers-graceful and proud, [ … ]