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| IV. Boogie Nigerian radio: they can never seem to get it right, that balderdash of guffaws and half-played songs, but it fills the room with English on windy nights when the neighbor girl screams and screams. We open the balcony door to catch the night breeze, turn out the lights because our song has come on air and we are sick of the grammar books stacked six deep. We false start, stop, start again, but this is wild and sweet, three stories up and no one sees we don't know how to boogie. Erin Sweeten is a recent graduate of Johns Hopkins University Writing Seminars and now teaches introductory creative writing at the school.  |  | |||
