May Contest

Who We Are

As a philosopher my father condemned civilization, in his reflective moods he always told me the stories from years ago before the calamity of civilization befell us and we lost our uniqueness
Echezona in those years, he started. Our women were thought of as a brand from heaven, men as yellow as an over ripped pawpaw struggled to marry them. He smiled then took a mouthful of the kiki he had in hand, then he said, my son your generation can’t even boast of a virgin fetus. So don’t be deceived my son, a good woman is hard to find.



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