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I am the phenomenal Me
The one whose eyes have seen the enormous
yet not perplexed.
I am the heart who yearns for magic amidst teary eyes that stares undeterred.

I am he that loves sweet melody
Yet greatly laced with ropes of endless tranquil.

I am the warm faced one
who seeks for bread and wild honey
In a land bereft of oasis and honey combs.

The picturesque of the toned skin one
Who desires affection despite himself.

That is who I am
The son of my father the wordsmith
And Of my late grandfather, the town orator
who passed on while I was yet tender
I am the light of my kindred
Whose mighty hut sits alone
On a hill that looms across seven towns.

Mbiabong so they call us among the ibibios
Known for our woven artistry and sweet rafia palms that brings strangers from afar.
This is who I am,
And I shall return..