POETRY THE INTRUDER by Ewuola Damilola Michael Ewuola Damilola MichaelSeptember 21, 2017 I saw the mist kissing the mountains Stroking it gently with soft airy hands Whispering tales of love As the envious sun intruded. Reluctant to wake: The trees sweat—cold sweat...
POETRY HELP ME TELL HIM by Wakchin Nengak Wakchin NengakSeptember 21, 2017September 22, 2017 Don't mind how sires will ask you to keep mute like they did in auntie's case. Mummy, if you see the civil brute I call 'Uncle' tell him of the...