And the gods came Making three mountains one Striping the hood naked In the name of clothing Crudity in the name refining And the gods left For the godsons Neo-colomental...
Lie still you are In this coming and Going of chariots and their rides. If they please you, still, otherwise Lie still you are. The insight knows you It do...
When days were still days indeed. When common man's food was at hand When we drank palmwine with one calabash. When we had our nights without head-lost There is an...
Mothers! the ones we had in those days They were mothers of reference and reverence The ones we knew then are Nation-building mothers... The ones we had then were Ransom-payer...