Mother Ochichi, You bare your naked breasts like nectars To the suckling pleasure of your children Whose helpless dehydrated throats seek succour To quell & quench the runnels running thirsty…

(after Praise Osawaru) while I await the Uber driver like a sinner who waits for salvation in God’s house under the scorching sun my eyes record two scenarios at the…

Before you, O’ Mother Earth, Bring we our sacrifices of blood. Blood from painful childbirth, Blood from the monthly flow. Out from the ground of dearth, Our bodies are left…

the sun gently touched my skin under the canopy of sycamore. at the tweaking of bamboo trees, the moon opened my eyes to stories; of a crippled man on the…

In this black room, with two soaked pillows, Rinsed in mucus and in tears; With these red eyes, in misty billows, Thoughts of fury and of sneers. Oh Lord, Who…

…the tree trunk saps tears from her scarred belly & the wind wipes it off like drops of rain on windscreen but when leaves wave worrying weights off their neck,…

  When reminiscence wakes us up from slumber, It awakens the nostalgic feelings of childhood. Can we ever forget those joyous days? Those days, we chased flies that ran from…

  here i lie, shut in. an ungainly sprawling creature, foggy-eyed, feeling myself leave myself through a cut on my wrist; a crimson waterfall. cuts are how i say, “i…