Words that cannot be arranged. Vague, so difficult to express. Hitherto, I have a lot to say. Will I ever be human again? They are words beyond the wails. Words beyond my psychological maturation. Words greater than the four walls of the Clinic. Words which beat my imagination. Am I still human? Work so hard, yet with little thanks. Toiling non-stop in the wet heat. Hardly experience REM in sleeps.

In my world, in my heart, in my head. Dem talk say I dey always vex. Dem say I no get life. Shey my matter no reach to overpara. I be first class graduate. After seven years wey I no see work. I start to dey drive cabu. I just wan get small change survive. Naso I hear say I get pikin. Of course no be me get am. I hear say police dey find me. I go use Oga money drink. I talk say I wan forget. World pipu no gree make I forget.

Keen, poignant,witty, random muses in a planned disorder. My nocturnal concerns on my drowsy head. My silent mantra on my cosy bed. My waking thoughts ,.

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