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In Africa, the sun rises and sets without warning, and the winds blow through the old forests with the songs of legends, the marks of their passing staining the blood-red sands. And some of those legends are true. ****** In the old Edo, the first true black civilization, the empire was home to many tribes and cultures. Bound together by the Obas who ruled after the era of the Ogisos, the sky kings, it stretched almost five thousand miles in either direction; from the steppes of the Dahomey to the swamps of the Niger Delta. Within were the Itshekiri, the Etsako, the proud Ijaws and Urhobos, the noble Esan, the big and powerful Binis and the Igbos both west and east of the Niger River. All paid homage to the Oba and in turn were blessed by him, for the Oba was more than just a man, the Oba was king, the Oba was god on Earth. Oba ghato kpe e! The Bini empire was called Edo and it was powerful, the envy of the neighboring kingdoms to the west and the north. Their trade g

They can have your loyalty may be, Provided it saves you money, You are almost stranded, baby, Running out of lies just buy tokunbo already. Oh, look! She’s gladly rocking her second hand, Or okrika as we Africans do call it, So creative she’s dressed like the queen of England, Slay mama this slay mama that. They all think she’s wearing a million dollar suit from Scotland, Well, it actually requires less a pay, Her blazer is even labeled River Island, We both laugh out loud at the end of the day.                                    saefhenry osas

Once I accept a client I protect him, There are no expenses it’s a free service, He cannot think feel or dream, He gets so lonely yet not nervous, The dead stay dumb and completely tarnished, My clients end up in a box mission accomplished. I take thousands of clients in seconds, With a guarantee of secrecy and silence, I’ve offered a change of scene to millions, I’ve given hope to some sick ones, Still, no one hopes to see my face, Not even James Hadley chase. Knock knock who is there I feared, Oh, it’s your loved ones offering flowers most rare, Sorry human he’s safer dead, Leave the flowers on the grave he knows you care, You don’t have what it takes to make this corpse walk, Even you have got a short time to live true talk. Saefhenry osas

Our city is painted with thoughts and feelings , Take it or leave it is your sentiment, For it is all about silver and gold in their dealings, Instead of working for improvement. With anger, my heartbeat is pounding, Cos it's election time and the usual story will soon be unfurled Blatant rudeness abounding, Where officers think they rule the world. 20 hours electricity is now a privilege, Access to good roads and water is a dream, Free health care is wishful thinking, What a waste and loss to humanity.