Biafra cannot be swept under the carpet of politics and faux unity. It is like a bee on the scrotum. Kill it, you injure yourself. Leave it, you get stung.
30 will tell the story of chaotic frailty, the never-ending war between multi-coloured-coated morals and prancing of the mind and how I take solace in words- that crevice of aloneness I crawl back to after the ovation fades and reality is stripped naked.