after Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau’s “For boys who went' For Boys of Shattered Dreams... Their bones fragment on earth's closure Like the punctured walls of Borno — A preposition of dreams...
Your eyes wear mascara lines Open them and free the lashes Unclad, my emotions lay bare Calm my athletic pulse A butterfly sheds its cocoon No tears wanderlust Cold winds...
Brigitte, the African Abcoulomb Igniting the darling design of our Acanthi Giant voice in my soundless Beginning Bigger for any write-hand adverb Raining rain on the raining tour Icing on...
When your strength is exhausted And your spirit is strapped of vigour… When you can no longer stand the 'shaking' And the horrors of life cause you to suffer bruxism…...
the preacher spat into our ears his very Truth Now our ears sting, stink my ears sting; He has started a riot of tongues of tongues and has killed the...
The way you look The way you talk Your dainty smiles Everything about you; The reason my saneness pends for moments of craze. The gracefullness of your beauty Has almost...
They say my story is more of folklore, But thinking close is breathtaking. My heart still bleeds as I nurse my emotional sore Memories of my dying brothers while fighting...
Is this love I sense? The sweet seducing silence, The strong static voice, Sotto voce; sweet caress, From our hearts’ first kiss. Is this love that sings? Sitting on my...