Activities of Chinonso Igwe

I found love once, and it came to an end
The conclusion is: I'm better as a close friend
It hurts, I can't even pretend
I'm used to it though; it's become a trend,
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Jerked from slumber with an empty bowl,
Yawning like a cow, our maw makes a quaking sound like Poseidon on the rise, Maybe two fishes and a loaf of bread will suffice, or a lamb sacrifice, that might douse our question of 'what shall we eat'?

In the face of hustle and bustle, weary bones, sapped energy, wobbly foot, with no root to shoot, a refuel of our grumbling stomach is inevitable, the spicy fragrance from mama nkechi's provender keeps us on our feet, we can't help but ask 'what shall we eat'?
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Jerked from slumber with an empty bowl,
Yawning like a cow, our maw makes a quaking sound like Poseidon on the rise, Maybe two fishes and a loaf of bread will suffice, or a lamb sacrifice, that might douse our question of 'what shall we eat'?

In the face of hustle and bustle, weary bones, sapped energy, wobbly foot, with no root to shoot, a refuel of our grumbling stomach is inevitable, the spicy fragrance from mama nkechi's provender keeps us on our feet, we can't help but ask 'what shall we eat'?
...

Jerked from slumber with an empty bowl,
Yawning like a cow, our maw makes a quaking sound like Poseidon on the rise, Maybe two fishes and a loaf of bread will suffice, or a lamb sacrifice, that might douse our question of 'what shall we eat'?

In the face of hustle and bustle, weary bones, sapped energy, wobbly foot, with no root to shoot, a refuel of our grumbling stomach is inevitable, the spicy fragrance from mama nkechi's provender keeps us on our feet, we can't help but ask 'what shall we eat'?
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