IKECHUKWU IWUAGWU It is of futility a foresight To relate the Africa’s giant future site Her rind, six decades to be very soon Had witnessed shades of pogroms under the…
ABUDU-BHADMUS OMOLABAKE My little window has become my companion The only proof there is a world beyond my deep agony: The green field contrasting the dark hole I’m in. My…
SAI SABOUKE Today, again, I wake up — a truck Contemplating which highway to take. Though aware I am that all the roads Lead nowhere, my feet, carved To re-walk…
CHINUA EZENWA-OHAETO Is it not great how good we think we are at remembering? remembrances: remember. Remember the day we buried a lizard on our playground and bore a guilt…
CHINUA EZENWA-OHAETO And how the death of anything is first being born. My sister taught me that everything around us is yet inside of us. One afternoon, I held the…