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FRIED FISH.


So I got to Nigeria last year. 
And realized I was rather in Europe's England, yeah!
I wasn't informed was my reply in multiple shocks,
As I was asked to present my 50 pounds as the party still rocks.
The practice of paying for the food you will eat at a party,
Was being implemented in my fellow African country.
That's how I noticed we still can't fry our own fish.
Even those who can, only blend it in a foreign dish.

Just as prophesy is in ratio to prediction without spirituality,
So is insurance in similitude to assurance in the pension industry. 
Forgive my poetic use of pun, 
As you follow my information as well as have fun.

Every culture, they say is dynamic,
Even when indigenous way of life is dwindling.
They say Africans are systematic,
While actually the individuals are not psychologically progressing.
The fact is that, if you can't fry your tilapia,
Just smoke it with an art of euphoria.

In simple terms, 
In preparing a fish meal, it should not be too dry.
Better still, grill if you can't fry.
Let's collimate black sense and fair mentality.
Let the African not deny the need for foreign technology,
But a blend of indigenous and imported will pave a runway for posterity.

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