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Yes!! My title is correct!


My poem got published on one of my favorite literary websites called Brittle Paper!!

I'm very passionate on the topic of my childhood and how I adjusted to the western culture.

I'm just soooo happy!! We "poets" or "writers" pray for the day someone would think our work was good enough!

Thank you soo much Ainehi Edoro!!

Check out the poem at Why I Check Other | Victoria Songonuga | African Poetry


Odabọ (bye for now),

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