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THE SUN RISES FROM THE WEST AND SETS IN THE WEST by Mide Bene

Excerpt:
            Unmentionable silhouette of confusion
     Took our darkness into boats to decorate their
     Land to grow their pockets into purses
     And their purses became huge banks that



They said:
Everyday,
When the sun rises from the west
It sets in the west
And the rest became the chest
That darkness always dwelt.

So we said that they said that they had said that
They wanted to bring light into
The rest and redemption into the chest
Rather they brought the
Unmentionable silhouette of confusion
Took our darkness into boats to decorate their
Land to grow their pockets into purses
And their purses became huge banks that
We later stored our darkened resources
At those times when kaaki and agbada
Put our resources in flying kites
And took our darkness into
The land from where the sun rises and sets:
So the place of light anointed our darkness,
Blessed it and declared it clean for use
Not for us but for them to use.

Abomination: pooueh!
This is no abomination, it is reality

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