Twilly Twilly

So I read that a lovely young writress from Naija was blowing people off the docks with her prose. They gave the chick, 18 years old, a contract of several million pounds sterling. In those days such news intrigued me, only because it had been ascertained by those of requisite caliber that I was probably the most original talent coming out of my village. Well... finally one day I got to read the prose of this chick. She's young, so I'm respectful. I expect that the faith in her had by the British will one day yield fruit. But not yet... beautiful one... not quite yet. So, then, what was all the clamor about? Britain and its arts have become quite a farce. And I'm not even kidding. Where once the Lords of England were admired for their command of circumstance in word, today they are mere jesters approved for the comedy of the masses. Western Civilization, I shit you not, is on the brink. And I ain't even kidding... just wait five years... then we will reconsider this situation...