Well, I did this a while ago. My man uploaded it. Lemme know wot u think!
Tags » Igbo
My people are not lost. We have a space on the cracked, crumbling walls. There are voices beyond the walls, to the next compound: the bleat of goats snapping off palm fronds, the kokoronkooo of local fowls lurking for roost in the roundish okpurunkwo okuku or tallest sour-sop trees. 830 more words