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			<title>Profiting from Death</title>
			<description>Lagos is where I liveAnd some other 15 million soulsI'll tell you a little taleI once had a neighbour &amp;nbsp;Who profits from deathSelling hand made coffinsFrom woods that rot fastSo this faith-ful dayHaving prayerfully secured a customerHe was suddenly given the delivery jobThe coffin must be delive..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelOlafusi/1228208/</link>
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			<title>In the Grand Lottery of Birth</title>
			<description>How we hold some few in high regardAll because of their familyThe deeds of a long gone ancestorConcerned more about the family lineThan the man's own lineBasing a man's worth on another's deedsBestowing nobility on a day old babyBirth is so much like a lotteryYou cannot choose your familyNor your lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelOlafusi/1228201/</link>
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			<title>Dreams and Aspirations</title>
			<description>Like the stars infinite, harboured in the skyLike the sands by the sea, laid highLike the drops numerous, make the oceansSuch are man's dreams and aspirationsAs some stars beyond reachAs some sands buried deepAs some drops do vapourizeSuch are most dreams, beyond reach</description>
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			<title>The Joneses and Me</title>
			<description>It's amazing how I can't remember any of my primary school friends, and dumbfounding that the only people in the first decade of my life who have made it in my memory to my thirteenth birthday (two months ago) are - my parents, my two sisters, twelve relatives and three family friends.We had moved f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MichaelOlafusi/1228181/</link>
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			<title>Akin Smith</title>
			<description>A fiction on life in Lagos, Nigeria</description>
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