Farmers and Herdsmen Clash: A Call to the Police
In the fields where the crops grow tall,
The farmers work, they answer the call.
But in the bush, the cattle roam,
Herder and cow, they make their home.
But the clash, it come like thunder’s roar,
As farmers shout and herders score.
Land wey dey fertile, land wey dey dry,
Now we see tears in every...
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2025-04-06 01:29:31