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                     SIT-TIGTISM...
                           By
                 E PLUS The Storyteller.


It's a parasite that starts small

Then, it culminates into an uncontrollable symptom

More like a monster..

It becomes unrecognisable

Everyone dreads it..

Everyone detest it

Because anyone could be a victim

of its deadly venom..

It's about the phrase:absolute.  power, corrupts absolutely!

That garment of immunity

That seems to appear like a never ending circle..

Leaves everyone delirious

SIT-TIGTISM!

The brainchild of dictatorship

Where do we go from here?

Who will come forth?

Who will come through?

Who will take that bold step

And change the course?

This is a question, for all of us!


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_From everyday conversation or experience, there is a narrative playing out, and you can actually anchor your experience on the minors or majors, whichever you choose, be sure of one thing- it all adds up to your outlook to life.._
_Choose wisely_
_Be descrete_
_Be inspired_
_Be creative_

_Everyone has a story to tell..._
_Everyone has a creative side that needs expression_
_Remember, Inspiration is the bedrock of Creativity, you can explore yours today!_✍🏽
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