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Was in two minds
... Don't know what to do.
Houses vibrated as if an earth quaked.
An atom of iniative shunned me.
I toiled to keep my spirit still.
Jobless entities of the earthly specie
Raised a dreadful great deal of speculation:
Bomb! External attack!Tremor at Ikeja...
No naira note to fill my daily bread.
No decent job, which chimes in with my cretificate.
My debts is pile up like an avalenche.
The citizens often yell!
Bodies jettisoned one another's plight and tramped.
The bloodless, instruments of demise buried some.
No cleasening before bowing to Allah.
No incantation before family or the fallen angels
Puffed out questions to spirit effigies.
Nestling with experience, the September 11s' victims experienced, but January 27 experience
Was experience, i hate to experience.