“Our,next,impromptu,speaker will beeeee…”
You don start again,talk jo!
Azin,I af tire for am oo!
“Ehn ehn! the wan we dey on top your head,come out jare!”
“So Shereef,we discovered you have been chatting with a lady called phrankelle for days on end now.Who is this lady?”
Who is frank you ask?
“Yea! who is frank?”
Frank is not just a figure among the numbers
Or any flotsam floating atop the waters
She is the funnel,the tunnel,she is the well
She is justice in the flesh,fairness with a circuitry
Frank refuses to be a robot,so you can give your factory-made answers to some blockhead in the corner
Frank is the touch of dew on a petal and the dropping of a water ball from a fresh green leaf,she is a pillow,a silvery cloud.She is gentle,and subtle
She is the BRT on a lagos road,the surfer against…
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