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Though I grabbed the nostalgic wind she slipped away

Farmers collect the harvest merrily
And the festive season in my hometown started already.
The peculiar smell of oil-cakes(native) touch my nostrils.
It’s really amazing how far it travels?
Oh! My roots are there and I am here the barren Saturnine tree.

* To Alison, Sandra and Linda…………………………..
Jerry, Max, Denis, Dave and George!

nimal dunuhinga

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