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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

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

Son, I wish I could wake up and see you standing there. Then I would know that it was just a nightmare. Son, I remember when you were small and how you would hold my hand,  and as you grew older you became my best friend. Son, I have 29 years of memories that I will treasure and keep safe in my heart. We share a bond that time and distance can never break apart. Son, oh how my heart aches so. I would love to have you back and never let you go. Son, where there was happiness,  now there is sadness. Son, how I long to hear your voice and see your beautiful smile  and have you back for just a little while. Son, until that day I see you again,  I will look to the sky and search among the stars for my son and best friend. Love, Mom Barbara J. Rouse