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And weave our tongues
And tickle our ears
With words in gossips.
That path where our voices
Blare like screeching tires,
Soliciting companionship
Amidst the cacophony of honks
In a banter of delectable conspiracies
Of sinners and preachers;
Of the drunk and the sober,
Of the virile and the impotent,
Of the blessed and the cursed…,
That conclave,
Where we pan out our ears to eavesdrop;
That path that leads to Golgotha;
The Broadway and the narrow way…,
The road, that leads to destinies!
Written by: Jon Manuels Enekele
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
