Cape 91 If Cape 91 were a desert, Then I found water here for my journey to where I head to. If Cape 91 were a Garden, Then I found Roses. Even Green. Pink. Purple. All the colors therein With its unmistakable thorns I equally found loamy soil to plant something Anytime I wander here... there’s always flowers to smell Something to prune... insects to spray.... weedy spots But, I don’t lose sight of the fact that I have this garden to retreat too If Cape 91 were a building, Then it’s home to me. I found brothers here. I found sisters too. I found kinship. I traced my family roots here po. The Crazy here is unprecedented If Cape 91 were a City, It’d be New York. Noisy but with a character about it that is NY. Anaa.. mosiii ... we are Agbobloshie? But this Cape is what it is. A Cape made in 91. With 6 rivers tinged with some beautiful hues of purple, browns, greens, reds, blacks, and whites flowing into it. I find Jazz here. I find CoffeeMates here. Pun intended. What do you need here? That you can’t find A Cellar used to be here po. And we poured it by the tap. I find so much love here. But we all know that where love breeds, Hate finds space to set up. But... I have deep friendships here amongst some of you. And deeper respect for a bunch of you. I’d love for us to live longer. All of us. I’d love for us to keep sharpening each other. I’d love for us to find peace. I’d love for us to keep this banter going. We are not all getting out of here alive Thank you all so much. And May God keep us Till next year... And the years after. Ntos I blame Kossy -Ntology The Birthday Journal 51
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