Tonguetied

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We subsist as households of desires,
Engendering professionalism by doubt
For the institutions of commerce
Essential to our political economy,
Representative of brinkmanship
Where vocations lack language.

We should occupy two sides of life
For our surveillance and guidance
By adorable remoteness and proximity
Through politics to mirror ambitions
In self-transparent marketplaces—
The culmination of general goals;
Professionalism’s prolific grounds.

The language of our vocations,
The index of our medium of thought;
The currency of our distinctiveness,
The character of our political economy—
The chart of our financial system
By which we can best be nourished
Or sustain our institutions of trade.

TONGUETIED, Zelophehad Adah Sampson
The ZAS Household; Begotten Brands
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Welcome to The ZAS Household ...For Personalized Intellectual Entrepreneurship. The ZAS’ Household is an acronym for the private family of Zelophehad Adah Sampson who at sixteen years of age began a self professionalization program to become an intellectual of contemporary international echelon. He received primary and post-primary schooling in his hometown of Obudu—a prefecture in a region of western-African introspection which he describes as The Elitist Republic of Cross River (The ERCR) in a piece of his own literature titled Rooted.

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