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She dey hunger for freedom in times like these o. She sells her soul in the morning and screams for love at night as she dey damn her own face. Silently bleaching in the hope that this will lead to her experiencing love and appreciation one day. Yes, o don’t look for the face oo. Others wear her clothes and are happy when she day naked. You no dey see poverty in the dark, so when she screams don’t think it is out of love oo… maybe na pain e bee oo.