Moments of integrity border on sexuality to be or is it not to be? Who in here knows, rightly, what's he? Mediocre are my days of old i can not claim to be so bold as to know what is foretold left for my eyes to behold "ism to ism for ism..." said Wole his words a square prism voice of black nepotism etched all in concave-ism Read "Kongi's Harvest", then tell me If the poetry flows not free "I say solemnly unto thee..." forever words, eternal be.