A million days still counting against CHIBOK and here we begin a new census for DAPCHI,
that which chronicles the ruins of dark Centers.
IMPERFECTIONS (a poem by Victor Igiri)
I could be to you like the dew upon the rose; the blade of the grass or as the face of the sword I could be the blisters on your skins or the venom of the black mamba; I am not black I am only human.