Source ‘Twas a bright morning with a gargantuan grace, With a sun that extends its golden rays, Which illumined the lone souls and hearts, Awaken to see two ‘suns’ and two autumns, One belongs to me and

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Source: Personal Collection Holdfast to that your witty tongue For it caused men life while me a thong That ward that laughed at the farting king Lost a head to the sword's swing O dear poor sense of humour

Source: Personal Collection The sun of might once sank deep in the horizon, faces lost its fun and cheerful countenance in the Sahel. Darkness emerged and fear pierced into that very enclosed flesh of

Hey! Alilannister is Nigerian, October born down from the North. A graduate of Quantity Surveying from Ahmadu Bello University in Nigeria. A poet and essayist; wanderlust and an adventurer. Football lover