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Turning Africa’s Horn to its arm
A gigantic dam is born
In the backwater Africa’s horn
For long that was war-torn.
A grand dam is born
In the avenue of
Affluence, steps, pushing,
The shunned Africans ahead
To penetrate the global market
Hot red, “The only we!”
For long that fed.
Of course, GERD heralded
Equitable utilization of resource
On hypocrites debarring a chance
In fa...
Wednesday 7th July 2021 5:44 pm
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