Njeeri Wa Thiong'o
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in the world to scream against the invading encloser, always crossing past return, an advent. we were here before the sad absences. we are philosophical contraband. our braid flew off the circle from inside like a pathogenic bass line. the point of the counterband was the other ones. like the Prophetess Amanda Irving praying for the lost ones, in protest, committing thy body to the bass line, in turning reading everything, it gives me pleasure to ask that you pray for me before we leave the broken city before we make another world ngugi wa thiong'o
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