A psalm from the keg

Okon told them you died, Amasun also said you died; Tobe danced when he heard you died – Aba whispered to the ladies that you have died: It was only us that know people Who have known people, And have mastered the art of palm wine drinking, That could tell a sleep from a stupor. Jude Ifeme

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