A HOUSE WITHOUT HOME (a poem by Ayeyemi Taofeek)
Where is the last path on this map? Where does it leads? The end or the beginning of endlessness? I'm exhausted cramming every escape route that leads out of this...
GET WELL SOON by Ayeyemi Taofeek
President Muhammad Bukhari, get well soon. People who want him dead, get well soon. Because he is sick, must you then be sick? And for haired-heads, is it a sin...
TO THE GREAT COMRADES by Ayeyemi Taofeek
Forerunners on the field of struggle Birthing freedom willingly or smuggled. Their comradeships ain't infantry nor half done Their comradeships ain't fake nor still born. They're dogged and unflinchingly gallant,...