EXIT OF THE ICONIC INK

I stood mute at the news of your demise Beyond the oceans are my tears Your voice spoke beyond continental boundaries About the gang raping of our culture Your embodiment was the persona of Okonkwo Chinua, the literary prophet has gone, Gone, but not without a message The message of a certain country, You heralded… Continue reading EXIT OF THE ICONIC INK

BROTHER, COME HOME

Ndubuisi, since you left Our eyeballs have fallen off their sockets… Since you chose to reside in the White man’s land Our moon has turned pale Rocks fall from the skies While the rain has refused to Depart the blue cloud It is the heart’s heaviness that has Given eloquence to the tongue Ndubuisi my… Continue reading BROTHER, COME HOME