(cover photograph direction: Ene Ochayi) the haircut I must have been Samson in a past life. I bristle each time steel greets the half-moon of my scalp, and this unholy…

(cover photograph direction: Ene Ochayi)  — for the waif child. I see you     poor puppy     the way you sniff the dump      the pile of abandoned     used-to-be treasures seeking for…

(cover photograph direction: Ene Ochayi) Through dense mist, semi-settled and semi-adrift— sedimentation of lorn sentiments line the inner wall of my heart. An imprint carries cracks but does not pulverise…

(cover photograph direction: Ene Ochayi) when the windows open, as lashes part round and round turns the washing machine, dusty dreams rinsed away from memory. flickering on lens as dust…

(cover photograph direction: Ene Ochayi) Tonight, I moisturise my ankles with tenderness & crawl into my past through the mouth of memories.   An ocean of tears is not hyperbole…

(cover photograph direction: Ene Ochayi) do not follow the sun when it sets you don’t know what will enter you, the sky will change while you’re gone.   day’s mouth…

(cover photograph direction: Ene Ochayi) The traders are shedding their colours, on the ground, in heaps. You will find saturated men here – loaded with debts and sacks. Katangua market…

(cover photograph direction: Dagim Abebe) Reverse Nostalgia  Just  ____ you  ____  your  ____ breath,  You  feel  like  you  have  been  there, in the  ____   life,         before           take     …

(cover photograph direction: Dagim Abebe) bits of flesh scattered all over a window I remember it vividly it was after my second birth   let’s not forget all the others…