If the Nile starts in my blood 
As red as a filament 
as flexible as a firmament 
My real name ain’t Victoria 
I am a dried-up spring called Mayanja 
With egypt it goes as reminder of truth 
To arrive in my new land 
To remind me what i have lend 
An identity, A futurity 
But i ll melt to become a memory 
we exist in all spaces and times to extend our presence 
Between forms and manifestations - statements are made 
Fallon Mayanja 
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