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They Asked, We Gave

They came,
I was hopeful
When they showed our fathers
The digital size of their manhood.

They asked for our names,
We told them
But was renamed by them
Who revered not African traits.

They asked for land,
We gave them our high places
And faced the gods
To a futile battle.

The asked for our rivers
And we gave them mobility
To transport our souls beyond
And be separated from our origin.

They asked for our women
And we gave them sex toys
With big heaps of ‘jigida’;
Bejewelled to unwillingness.

They asked for me,
I denied them my face;
I hid it in the streams
Of my very beginning
Because it will radiate
The beauty of this story tomorrow.

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