Eric Ekinde Biography

In the morning, i get up and look at my country
the roads pavement are full, loud and a weary
as the young sun, heats the old and scary illucks
while the gardens narrowly close their flowers of Lilas
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The feeling indelibly is etched in your memory
You get collapsing
And you don’t want to hear any other story
And start to cry inconsolably,
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As a child, when ever i saw the cattle egret
i knew it was time fowl, yam, chin-chin and rice
so too felt my friend Beatrice
when on cows in the field she saw the cattle egret.
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I haven't gold
to make this day so bold
but 'cos you are my love
on your birthday
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My God and father, remain not silent
when men like the bee
on me have risen in violent
and my body is soon to be thrown into the sea
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