Oh my little town,
they said our fusion
was unholy, a recipe for
not because
our hearts weren’t
pure to feel what we felt,
but for race, colour, status,
such cruelty,
the boundaries of
our hearts couldn’t
contain the tears,
they flowed freely
through our eyes,
not to lubricate them
but a sign of our pain,
down our cheeks,
into our mouths,
tasting the salt,
as we kiss passionately
for the last time.

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Onah is a graduate of Banking and Finance from the University of Calabar,Cross River State,Nigeria. He has over 6 years Banking experience in various aspect of Treasury Operations. He is working towards becoming a qualified financial analyst in the future and enjoys reading, research and writing, especially Finance and Economic related topics. As much as he enjoys writing and reading he also enjoys playing chess, watching movies ,workout and other activities to live a balanced life.

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