‘SUICIDE’ & ‘THE NIGHT IS NOT DARK’ (POEMS BY YUSUFF UTHMAN ADEKOLA)
Suicide First, the mind dies, leaves life, but returns as a zombie covered in festering wounds of thoughts. Then, so the world does not weep before their time to weep,...
Has your leg the strength to climb high the mountains,Or your hand the power to swim across the ocean.
Another 12-Year old has just been laid to rest with his mother wailings as the day before yesterday, he laid on her chest,
A million days still counting against CHIBOK and here we begin a new census for DAPCHI,
that which chronicles the ruins of dark Centers.
Guns became our toys, breaking hearts became a thing of joy, corruption became a hobby
and we’ve turned immorality into our Tommy