THE INTRUDER by Ewuola Damilola Michael
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...
HELP ME TELL HIM by Wakchin Nengak
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...