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Following the inauguration of Nelson Mandela in 1994, Selina and her little Jedidiah fled the country for the Dutchman had realized their contradicting identity. An old man found them in Dar es Salaam, a port city on the eastern shores of Africa. All aboard City of Smokes Timeship, they left Africa on December 25, 1995; a Christmas day in some people’s calendar. They left for the Blue Olympus Cape and landed there on the thirtieth day of October, the year two thousands and forty five and they lived there for a couple of decades in the outskirts of Taugamma, an industrial province south of Pink Shadow mostly mushroomed with shanty maisonnettes and other low life shacks.
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PostSubject: MY SWEET APRIL   Sat May 19, 2018 4:59 pm

When I look upon your cheeks, when I look upon your lips, 
When I look upon your hips, you're my spongy girl, 
You're the only one I need, you're the only one I love, 
You're the only one to marry, my spongy girl.

You're my spongy girl, Bready like a mattress, 
When I stay with you my babe girl, I feel no distress, 
You're the only one I need, mirror of my face, 
Let us stay together in safe place.

And I do love you forever my spongy girl, 
I wanna stay high like a mountain, 
If there's any wrong just tell me girl, 
I'll do plant a sugar cane in a fountain.

Even if that's a case, even if there's no place, 
To support a love plantation, my spongy girl, 
Just tell me the right time now, 
And I shall come back tomorrow, my spongy girl.

As I told you yesterday, now it's another day, 
Babe girl it was April, now is May, 
Ever since you're my spongy girl, now the house
Is a referee for the fair play.

Evening till morning, let's enjoy, 
Let's stay together, my spongy girl, 
Better when I touch your waist, I touch your breast, 
When I touch your thigh, I do feel so high.

Baby the story is about you, about you girl, 
I'll do love you forever, my spongy girl, 
Babe ever since I love you, I love you girl, 
You're the only one to marry, you're my spongy girl. 
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