The one who serves rhymes on slices of bread, and creates rhythm out of twitter trends. A medley, of heart melting lines; poe-tree coloured wines; and stanza weaving twines. Yeah. That's me. The same man who pens a life resurrecting dirge, for men passing their nights in coff-inns that submerge. Yeah. Meet me. Meet me at the STEEMIT hatchery after a challenging twenty-one days of incubation. As I aggressively alter alliterations and avail attentive adult audiences with authentic African art.