A poem For My ill Friend, Brother, an Intelligent Nigerian and a fellow steemian @bania: WHEN BANIA IS NOT HERE

Bania When You're Not Here:

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When you are ill, our sun goes under a cloud. Your presence in our lives is such a bright joy that everything seems in shadow
when you're not here. When you aren't feeling well, we feel the lack of your glowing energy and contagious vitality. When you are sick we feel incomplete, like a jigsaw puzzle with a missing piece; Please rest, take good care of yourself, and feel better. We miss you and want you back.

Personally I have Missed your wonderful posts among which is your #universityofgreatness.....

Please and please @bania respond fast to the doc's series of treatment........

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