The uncountable water sachets Dirt from the many cafes Empty bottles of drinks Black polythenes holding hands, forming a gigantic wall that courageously blinks Empty tins that threaten to maim look everywhere with determination Papers marrying stenchy grime fly around being caressed by winds barring sterilization Malodourous overcooked rice, banku, akpele and their colleagues merge […]
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