It was true, the whispers I heard from the royal dead? Was such our fate and tale to tell—to be lost, faded, and refurbished by the hand of death, sutured to be torn again like the garments of the peasant’s closet? If by one man’s stomach a generation will trust a tomb with their peaceContinue reading “DILEMMA OF A GHOST”
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WHAT SHALL WE EAT?
Meat and fish, gizzard and croaker,All rolled into one steaming hot and large bowlof hunger as harsh as the sun in Sokoto,And lack that grips us as firmly as a viceas we sing in fuzzy voices: what shall we eat? Rice and beans, egusi and fufu,We hope for some but are fed fullof empty promisesContinue reading “WHAT SHALL WE EAT?”
IF TEARS COULD ONLY SPEAK
I lived the moment I died.I journeyed the moment I slept.I knew places my legs touched not.I drank the dew of the moons,I got lost in the open,And I fed from tables’ remnants I used to be revered by million smilesTo be held by pristine solaceTo be called honey.I used to be…Nothing more than thisContinue reading “IF TEARS COULD ONLY SPEAK”
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