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| BIGGA BREAKFAST |
Always staring at the door
Even in my slumber, my eyes are widely open and ears are
very sensitive, anxious to rush to that door and get that warmth welcome and
kiss from my man.
I sleep walk to check if the fire is ablaze, water in
the pot is enough for his bath and his food is safe from rodents.
I wake up to prepare his breakfast and pack his bag
before the first preacher’s siren is heard.
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