• by Teakisi
  • Feb 14, 2014
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By Kye Makyeli From the slopes of the now silent Elgon, To the arid plateau in Jos, Her blood flows, A near perfect cocktail of glorious cultures A royal blend of heritage That prides her of the impeccable specimen that she is, Afrikan.   The east wind ind blows, A breeze raging against the sun’s […]