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I had eaten only three Christmases, When Nigeria split open like a volcano. I knew not what it really was, But the air was pregnant with unexplained fears. Tales of war from weary lips, Airplanes overhead on mysterious errands, Little babes strapped on mothers' backs, Too young to know, too young to learn Why life's bridges ... More..

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