Sirens
Through lockdown in Port Harcourt, for once, the streets were mostly silent. But still the sound of sirens. Not ambulances, but police and soldiers in their trucks.
This is a song for lockdown and for breaking out into a place to breathe.
Through lockdown in Port Harcourt, for once, the streets were mostly silent. But still the sound of sirens. Not ambulances, but police and soldiers in their trucks.
This is a song for lockdown and for breaking out into a place to breathe.
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Change takes time. We take our time with this version of 'Change'.