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“THE PASSING DESERT WARRIOR - AMINAT Bridled by the cries of her people, she lingered in thoughts seeing the poison her hasty swing could crush the praying heart. She bent in reverence to fate as hope hold no drop from its gold jar. Her majesty withered in the face of the beast, how low her lone fight had no justice. For once evil defeated good and a second chance is given to her time had gone and after 200 years good will rule again. For Queen Aminat Sulaiman (c) Victor UzihBen”

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