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AFRICA africa here i come, africa its your voice i hear africa i have come to see your music dance africa here i come africa africa, black soul africa show me to your kings africa HEAVENLY GUEST heavenly guest as rivulets you flow beside your gathered pools seasonally guest CONCEPTION My father, dear mother, ...DETENTION distanced we sat, barred from ...unspoken, DRAUGHT tensed we watched we watched as the crops, whither we watched as the skies refuse MAN i appreciate i worship i'm disappointed poems by Chime, Hilary Uchenna Chime, Hilary Uchenna works as a creative artist in Lagos, Nigeria. He graduated as a painter in the Fine Arts Department, of the Institute of Management and Technology, Enugu. A traditional artist to the core, who gradually has transformed into the world of digital arts. He trained as an interactive multimedia developer, his works span from illustrations to image, video and audio editing. He has worked extensively on several multimedia CD titles, he exhibits occasionally, and have his works in private and public collections. To him poetry comes naturally, he believes it is an extension of his canvass and 'paint' he must, either with colours or in words. He draws his topics from his immediate environment and imagery from Igbo folklore. He is currently preparing a collection of his poetry and short stories which he hopes to publish soon.
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