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Babble on babble on oh! You ranting soul. Dream of many woes your land has seen and known. Dream of tales that grow on granny’s dandy head. Life goes on they say in tunnels ever trust. Light lingers on for the heart filled with hope. A dance for your foot oh! Maiden undefiled. Kanem Boronu never knew that war will be its end, Kufo tutu never dreamt that life could fail a charmer. Abeke knever knew that Abefe has of greater preference. Man changes his mind and heart in but a flicking dance, Tales told in the moonlight lingers on in minds pure. Life flickers forever in the rain of yester years. I will dance if you sing the new song of hope. I will fight if you draw the sword of old. Prance on me if you feel the littlest glee of hope Minds built to last never know the faint stabs of hope.   I will dance in the rain if you care. I will bath with the wind if it pleases your soul Faint is the heart that hopes in futile lust, Greed on the

In the beginning Wemimo The long road that led to the stream was very silent and a strange unusual feeling hung in the air, as she walked alone towards the stream she could hear the noise of the leaves under her feet. The once green leaves now brown were scattered on the flow dancing to the tune of the occasional wind.   As she walked on a little superstitious fear crept up in her mind, she had walked on for a few minutes in silence and no sound of any near human could be heard. A whirl wind had blown up few strands of withered leaves into a circular cone and as she walked on she could not but think what it meant; it was often shared in female gossip that such winds were thieves sent to sweep off the good of any house hold it welled up in front of, and often men of Owode village came out with incantations any time such winds welled up in front of, or within their premises. She had also observed that for days her fathered had pampered her, He who the entire household feared