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CONFU TRADER: THE MARKET OF CONFUSION
JOY SUN
DEDICATION
Nothing Spoil. We dey ground. We full ground, berekete.
See flies roaming, faeces staring at you boldly in the Humflydom of the world of dupes and rouges and littany souls or spies of hell. I am talking about markets in Nigeria. The citizens of Nigeria eat faeces both spiritually and physically and there os no need for a hint. It is shown by their environments, most especially, their markets. A fly will fall into the pab after the lady frying robs off her sweat into the Akara - damn the Akara - a household name in demonic meal-making - they will still short change you, charm you and even steal from you spiritually.
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CONFU TRADER: THE MARKET OF CONFUSION
CONFU TRADER: THE MARKET OF CONFUSION