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THINGS I M LEARNING


At the first time grawing, My parents show me warning, In what I was doing, Sometime I was not listening. In my studies when learning, Strocks were source of teaching, Alot of teachers were holding, Was it a source of building? In the collage when studying, No anyone who is shouting, I am busy with my writing, No one accept my writing.
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Husna Chikwela

A beutiful poeter from Tanzania. I write both english and swahili poems especially tradition poems

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