IT WAS AUGUST… by Akinbayo Wahab
Yesterday, It was August, first day. Many mouths rejoiced and pray Over the coming of a little me. All were happy and thankful except me Staring at the things I...
CROWNS ON EXILE by Akinbayo Wahab
The crown’s still eyes closed Never to gaze at the chiefs again Laid in the earth’s womb to sleep on Or watch over the empty, voiceless throne. Here comes amidst...